Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 113 Close the door and let Mo Yu go!

"Brother Mo Yu, we are here to help you."

Lu Linglong, who had just knocked down a few fleeing soldiers and rushed over, suddenly stopped talking, stopped walking abruptly, and froze in place.

"Why did you stop suddenly?"

Zhi Jinhua, who was chasing after her from behind, frowned, looked at Lu Linglong's back with confusion, and walked forward quickly.

But when her gaze passed Lu Linglong and fell on the hellish scene in front of her, her pupils trembled violently, the blood color on her face instantly faded, and she became as pale as a piece of thin paper, and even her breathing stopped for a moment.

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Lu Jin walked over slowly with Canglong, Yun and others.

Even with Mr. Lu's experience, he narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and fell silent as he watched this bloody scene, the likes of which he hadn't seen in decades. His weathered face was expressionless, yet it revealed an indescribable heaviness.

Canglong and Yun stood behind him, looking down at the hellish bloody scene with their brows furrowed. Canglong, who was always talkative, seemed to have a blocked throat and could not make any sound.

A broken body hung on the treetop, with broken bones piercing the flesh and tottering; scarlet blood was sprinkled on the trunk, flowing down the rough bark, as if it was covered with ink; broken limbs and arms were scattered here and there in the depression, a bloody mess.

The sea of ​​blood that gathered into a river glowed dark red in the moonlight, and the corpses piled up like mountains were spread all over the field, one layer upon another.

And in the center of all this, a young Taoist priest sat quietly on a female corpse, his black Taoist robe soaked in blood, with scarlet dripping from the corners of his robe.

He noticed the movement behind him and slowly turned his head to look back. His profile appeared calm and indifferent in the moonlight, as if the blood and killing on the ground had nothing to do with him.

When his bright and introverted eyes met the gazes of the crowd, everyone, including Lu Jin, felt an invisible suction pulling their sight.

The young Taoist's deep eyes were like an abyss, swallowing up their gazes and even dragging their minds in, unable to escape.

In an instant, they seemed to see another world - a real hell battlefield!

There was an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, broken flags fluttering in the strong wind, corpses piled up like hills on the ground, the sky was obscured by scarlet clouds, and the ears echoed with the wails of countless dead souls and the clanging of swords.

Lu Jin raised his eyes and looked a few times, his gaze wandering among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He soon caught some traces of unreality from it, and then withdrew from the illusion.

Lu Linglong clenched her teeth, her pretty face full of solemnity, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped out of her forehead, but she was not disturbed by the murderous intent that was almost staring at her.

Zhi Jinhua's face was pale, her lips were trembling slightly, her eyes were dull, she could barely stand, her legs went soft, and faint traces of moisture seeped out between her trouser legs.

Canglong and Yun felt their throats tense, as if being pinched by an invisible hand. They had difficulty breathing, but they managed to keep their minds focused.

The young Taoist blinked, and all illusions vanished like smoke. The mountains of corpses, the sea of ​​blood, the wailing souls all receded, as if they had never existed. Only the bloody reality of the mountains remained before them. Everyone came to their senses and saw Mo Yu waving at them.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Yu flashed to the crowd with a smile on his face and a normal tone.

"I we"

Zhi Jinhua's lips trembled a few times, but it was as if her throat was blocked and she couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence.

The hellish vision still lingered in her mind, and her legs were still a little weak.

"Brother Mo Yu, did you kill all these people? Are you okay?"

Lu Linglong walked up to Mo Yu without any hesitation, looked him up and down, patted his shoulder, and checked whether there were any serious injuries under the blood-soaked Taoist robe. Her tone was concerned and natural.

Although she was forced to undergo a willpower assessment, her mental fortitude remained unaffected, and she held no grudges against Mo Yu's heavy killing. "I'm fine, I'm not injured," Mo Yu said in a relaxed tone. He turned to look at Lu Jin, "Does Mr. Lu have any plans?"

"Can you still fight?" Lu Jin glanced at him. He was also aware of Mo Yu's shortcomings in cultivation.

Mo Yu felt the empty Qi in his body and nodded: "I'm in good condition. I can fight a few more Zhang Lingyu without any problem."

He was not being stubborn, but just now, Mo Yu realized a way to temporarily alleviate his lack of true energy in battle.

Lu Jin stroked his beard and pondered. He was not worried that Mo Yu would show off his strength or something. Judging from the character Mo Yu had always shown, this kind of problem was not within his consideration.

What he was really worried about was that Mo Yu's methods were too harsh.

Even the company that is pursuing the Quanxing monster the most closely will not be as aggressive as Mo Yu, who kills every one he sees.

Most of the time, the company focuses on capturing people alive, trying to keep them alive and leaving room for maneuver.

But Mo Yu is different. No matter whether they are men or women, old or young, he will show no mercy. If he says he wants to kill them, he will not give them a chance to breathe.

He is clearly a Taoist priest, although he is a lay disciple, but his level of meditation even surpasses many old Taoist priests who have been monks for many years. His ethereal and profound level is admirable.

But this is the kind of person who kills people as naturally as crushing an ant, without mercy.

Even to Lu Jin, who had a grudge against Quan Xing for wiping out his entire family, Mo Yu's method seemed a bit too extreme.

"Ding!"

A crisp notification sound came from his pocket, interrupting Lu Jin's thoughts.

Zhi Jinhua lowered her head and took out her cell phone. Seeing a few drops of water on the screen, her pretty face suddenly turned red. As if she remembered something, she hurriedly rubbed it on her sleeve, her fingers still trembling a little.

On the screen, an urgent message was clearly visible:
[The Quan Xing demons are going crazy! They're attacking the gate of Longhu Mountain. There are at least a hundred of them. Send for help!]

Zhi Jinhua's pupils shrank, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her hands trembled, almost letting her hold the phone steady. She quickly handed the screen to Lu Jin and said in a hurried voice, "Grandpa Lu, look!"

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Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, his gaze fell on the phone screen, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

It's hilarious, some people don't deserve any mercy at all.

Even if you give them more chances, they will still commit suicide.

How can a person like this change? Only death!
He turned his head and looked at Mo Yu.

The young Taoist priest had his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes calm and composed, if it weren't for his tattered robe stained with blood, which gave off a fishy stench.

No one would have imagined that such a seemingly peaceful and tranquil young Taoist priest would have killed such a terrifying number of souls.

"Mr. Lu, although I don't care where I go, the military strategy says so."

“To others, not to others.”

"In war, all is fair in deception. Use advantage to lure the enemy, and seize them when they are in disarray."

"In the battle just now, I felt the aura of the four arrogant men, but just now, their aura disappeared."

(End of this chapter)