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

Chapter 116: What era is it still wearing heavy armor?
In a room in the accommodation area, Lu Linglong deftly tied up the two Quan Xing demons she had knocked unconscious and threw them into a corner. She clapped her hands, a smug smile on her face.

The phone screen lit up, and Zhi Jinhua's anxious face appeared on the video call, her tone full of worry and confusion: "Linglong, aren't you afraid? A lot of Quanxing demons are surrounding you!"

"I'm scared, how could I not be? But Hua'er," Lu Linglong admitted frankly, her tone calm, but she still had a smile on her face, "Something has to be done by someone, and I'm not the only bait, so it's just my bad luck."

"It's different!" Zhi Jinhua raised her voice excitedly, her hands shaking and her eyes reddening slightly. "It's different. According to my calculations, as Mr. Lu's great-granddaughter, your chances of being chosen are greater than those of the other candidates combined!"

Lu Linglong was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then she tilted her head and smiled even more brightly: "If it's because of my identity, then shouldn't I be the one coming? Just because I'm a member of the Lu family, others can be bait, but I can't. Why?"

She paused, walked to the window, opened it a crack, and glanced at the commotion approaching outside the window, but her tone remained calm:
"That's not the case, Hua'er. It's precisely because I'm from the Lu family that I should stand up. It's also because of this that people respect people from my Lu family."

Zhi Jinhua on the other end of the phone opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But looking at Lu Linglong's smiling face, she finally just bit her lip and whispered in a low voice with a hint of tears in her voice, "Then be careful and don't show off."

"Don't worry, Hua'er. I'm very tough. The more people come, the better. I have someone to back me up, so why should I panic?" Lu Linglong turned around and sat on a chair in the room. She shrugged and said with a smile, "To put it bluntly, I'm just bait. The one in real danger is Big Brother Mo Yu."

Lu Linglong turned the phone, the camera slowly moved, and a burly black shadow appeared in the picture.

He stood quietly in a dark corner, hidden from view by doors and windows, his entire body enveloped in darkness, his presence so still and silent that it was almost non-existent. It was only when the light from his cell phone shone over him that a vague, angular outline emerged.

Mo Yu was seen wearing full armor, like a terracotta warrior walking out of an underground palace, holding a large shield in his left hand and a broadsword in his right hand.

The perfect combination of plate armor and scale armor gives people the first impression of just one word - heavy!

Mo Yu raised his head slightly, his eyes beneath the visor restraining all his energy. He raised his finger and lightly tapped his lips, signaling Lu Linglong not to point the phone at him, so as not to expose his position and situation.

"Hey."

Lu Linglong scratched her head, gave an embarrassed smile, quickly turned the phone back, pointed the camera at herself again, and stuck out her tongue.

At this moment, there was a burst of dense footsteps outside the window. The gathered Quanxing demons had surrounded the room.

The Twelve Labor Emotion Formation was the first to cover the entire venue.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed. This was why he didn't let others come with him. His character couldn't withstand the power of the four madmen, so no matter how many people came, they would only be a burden.

Even he was affected to a certain extent. His own energy and spirit could not reach the peak state, so he could not awaken the sword intent accumulated in the sword of the Heavenly Sword.

"Master Mo, why don't you show up?"

Monk Gao Ning stood in front of a group of Quanxing monsters and seemed to be the leader this time.

There was no response from inside the room, but the window opened by itself. A small booklet floated in front of the window, hanging in the air, instantly attracting countless greedy eyes.

"No need to talk nonsense, if you let him go, I will give you the Tongtian Scroll."

Mo Yu's voice came from the side room, his voice was low and without any emotion.

Because of the last experience of being fooled by Mo Yu's fake Tongtian Lu.

Seeing him hand over the booklet so readily, Monk Gao Ning couldn't help but touch his smooth forehead, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his fat face.

This guy is so straightforward, could it be another trap?
The fat monk narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, signaling the rear to move.

Xia He walked over, holding Feng Shayan, who had a thin long needle inserted in her cervical vertebrae and her abilities blocked.

Feng Shayan's hands were tied behind her back, and her feet and knees were also tightly tied with a rope. She was completely unable to struggle and could only let Xia He grab her shoulders to control her movements.

"Come on, scream a few times for your little lover to hear." Xia He curled the corners of her mouth with a bit of teasing, patted Feng Shayan's cheek with her black leather gloves, and spoke frivolously.

Feng Shayan gritted her teeth, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, her lips were pursed until they turned pale, but she said nothing.

Xia He raised the corners of her mouth slightly. It was such stubborn and strong people who were interesting, especially after being affected by her ability, the 'resting muscles'.

From pride to depravity, from tenacity to collapse.

She likes to watch people struggle, watch them be consumed by their own desires, and finally watch them reveal their truest and most unbearable side in collapse.

That feeling is so interesting!

Xia He's slender fingers, which were filled with pink true energy, gently stroked Feng Shayan's cheek. The friction between her black leather gloves and her skin made a slight sound, with a strange tenderness.

She leaned close to Feng Shayan's ear, her breath caressing her, and whispered, "Don't be so stubborn. Just scream. Maybe your lover will soften his heart and rush out to save you."

The pink true Qi was like a thread, seeping into Feng Shayan's body along her fingertips, and the ability of her breathing muscles began to slowly take effect, like a fine spider silk wrapping around her mind.

Monk Gao Ning stood in front of the formation, glanced at Xia He, his fat face expressionless, and he didn't say anything.

Whether it is the Twelve Labor Emotion Formation of his Lei Yan Pao or the Dionysus Pollen of Dou Mei's Intestinal Poison, they all need some time to ferment.

And what about Mo Yu's character?
If we compare the mind and nature of ordinary people to an iron wire as thin as a hair, it can be broken and collapsed with a simple bend.

Then Mo Yu's mind is like a steel bar made of memory metal, as thick as a finger. You can bend it with force, but it will recover quickly.

San's value dropped even faster than it recovered.

As if sensing Monk Gao Ning's thoughts and plans, Mo Yu in the side room had a thought, and the Tongtian Talisman hanging in front of the window trembled slightly, and then turned to the first page.

"I've finished reading the Tongtian Scroll. It's of no value to me anymore." Mo Yu's voice came from the wing room without a trace of hesitation. "I'll give you three seconds. Throw the man at the door and take this Tongtian Scroll, or..."

Before he finished speaking, a ray of fire quietly emerged from under the booklet. Red tongues of flame licked the corners, and the pages turned scorched yellow.

"I'll burn the Tongtian Talisman, you kill the people, and then we'll go to war."

Mo Yu's voice was calm, as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

Monk Gao Ning's pupils shrank slightly, and his hand stroking the bald man paused. He stared at the Tongtian Scroll, which was gradually being eroded by the flames, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. This kid really dared to burn it!
"3!"

In the side room, Mo Yu's voice sounded coldly, and the countdown began.

"2!"

The flames beneath the booklet seemed to be more active, and several areas of text on the edges of the pages had become scorched black.

"Give him the man!"

Monk Gao Ning finally couldn't hold it in any longer, his voice was low and rapid, and it was obvious that he was unwilling to continue gambling and risk the Tongtian Talisman being burned.

Xia He clicked her tongue and released the hand that was holding Feng Shayan, but at the moment of letting go, she secretly used the power of her "breathing muscles" to the limit. The pink true energy surged like a tide, and she slapped Feng Shayan's back with a palm.

The immense force sent Feng Shayan flying like a kite with its string cut. Mo Yu, who was inside the wing, surprisingly didn't resort to any trickery this time. The pamphlet flew past as he released her. Gao Ning waved his hand and snatched the pamphlet into his palm.

"Do it!"

Someone shouted, the voice was sharp and abrupt, like a lit fuse.

A chaotic array of hidden weapons shot out from all directions like a rainstorm, including darts, poison needles, and caltrops, which flew straight towards Feng Shayan who was still in mid-air with a sound of breaking through the air.

This group of Quan Xing monsters had no intention of abiding by any bullshit agreement from the beginning to the end, and hideous laughter rose and fell among the crowd.

"boom!"

The wooden wall of the wing room suddenly exploded, wood chips flew everywhere, and a burly figure rushed out from it like a cannonball. He swung a half-person-high shield in his hand, creating a gust of wind that swept down all the messy hidden weapons in the air.

As his True Qi flowed in and out, the demonic force field suddenly expanded, roughly stuffing Feng Shayan's body back into the wing. However, Mo Yu, clad in heavy armor, didn't hesitate at all, raising his large shield and diving into the crowd of Quan Xing demons!
Heavy armor weighing over a hundred pounds, a large shield weighing more than twenty pounds, plus Mo Yu's own weight, this nearly four hundred-pound war machine, driven by terrifying explosive power and carrying inertia, crashed into the crowd like an out-of-control heavy truck.

With a loud dull "bang", the few Quanxing monsters standing in the front didn't even have time to react before they were knocked away by the huge impact force.

An unlucky guy right in front of him was directly hit by the big shield. His flesh and blood were squeezed and deformed in an instant, like fruit pulp smashed by a sledgehammer. Scarlet blood splattered all over the shield, sticky and pungent.

The rest of them rolled in the air, some of them hit the thick tree trunks hard, their heads exploded, and their brains mixed with blood flowed down the bark; some of them turned into a ball of mud when they landed, their internal organs scattered, and blood mist filled the night sky.

"Om~"

A high-frequency vibration sound came from the heavy armor. The twelve shock-reducing exoskeletons built into the inner armor played a role, absorbing all the reaction force that should have been borne by Mo Yu.

The shield slowly fell, revealing a pair of calm eyes beneath the bronze mask, and invisible waves swept across.

The gazes of all those who dared to meet his gaze were devoured by his deep pupils, and their very spirits were dragged into the abyss.

The bloody hell appeared in their minds.

Mo Yu never stopped moving. He swept out with a five-foot-long broadsword, and the blade flashed a cold light. The stunned Quan Xing monsters around him were swallowed up by the blade light before they could break free from the illusion of the blood sea hell. Blood and broken limbs flew everywhere, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

Scarlet blood splattered all over his heavy armor, flowing down stickily, staining the ground red.

"Don't look him in the eye!"

Monk Gao Ning saw the clue and gave a loud order.

At this moment, a strange man who was good at palm skills quietly came around behind Mo Yu, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and a smug sneer on his lips.

"What era is this? You're still wearing this heavy armor! My true energy is specially designed to break through heavy armor!"

The palm surrounded by the blue true energy suddenly pressed against Mo Yu's back. As the true energy surged, the blue light seeped into the gaps in the armor like tiny poisonous snakes.

However, this bloodthirsty general who seemed to have rushed out from an ancient battlefield did not move at all.

Mo Yu's helmet tilted slightly, making a small friction sound against the armor, and the indifferent eyes behind the visor seemed to contain a bit of sarcasm.

Clown, what are you doing?

The alien hadn't even realized what was happening, or why his true energy had no effect, when the shield swung sideways with terrifying force, causing his head to explode like a watermelon, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere.

'Fucking idiot!'

Monk Gao Ning covered his face speechlessly and cursed in his heart, the flesh on his fat face trembling.

Mo Yu possesses divine-like abilities, capable of disintegrating true qi. Wasn't this information already revealed during the Luotian Grand Ceremony? Clearly, transparently!
But why would anyone be so foolish as to think they could kill Mo Yu with just pure Qi? Isn't that courting death?
The Twelve Labor Emotion Formation quietly covered all the demons, erasing the fear in their hearts to the greatest extent.

A stream of water shot out from nowhere, heading straight for Mo Yu's face with a fierce force.

Mo Yu raised his shield to block, and the shield hit the water column with a low muffled sound, splashing water everywhere, and then the swords and knives hit his body. The clanging sound of collisions rang out continuously on the heavy armor, and the sound did not cause much damage to him.

He spun around and slashed, the machete in his hand drew a sharp arc of light, and three more heads flew into the sky, with blood gushing out like pillars.

The true Qi flowed, and the soul-binding and general-sending technique was activated. Black shadows rose from the corpses around him and poured into Mo Yu's body, or more precisely, into the heavy armor on his body.

These black shadows were twisted and blurry, carrying a cold aura, as if they were souls crawling out from the depths of hell.

Elves need a real support in the material world as an anchor. This support can be flowers, trees, Buddha statues, shrines, and naturally weapons and armor.

This set of armor was casually picked up by Qin Shi Moyu from the warehouse. There was nothing special about it, and its craftsmanship was not even as good as the exoskeleton inner armor he was wearing.

To be honest, it's a bit of a waste to attach the spirit here, but the soul-binding and general-sending skill is a bug, and Mo Yu can be extracted again afterwards, so there will be some loss at most.

Dense forest mountain road.

Feng Zhenghao, who had lost all track of Feng Xing, was now bringing Feng Xingtong to the previous battlefield which had not yet been cleared.

The moonlight shone through the treetops, illuminating a bloody Shura field.

It would be such a waste to just leave more than 30 Quanxing aliens who died at Mo Yu's hands.

But Mo Yu didn't have time to make this trip. Based on the principle of keeping things within the family, he told Feng Zhenghao the location and asked the Feng family to take over these "resources".

"I've told you to practice hard a long time ago, but you didn't listen. If Mo Yu hadn't protected you this time, you would have almost lost the soul of your grandfather Zi Zhong!" Feng Zhenghao stood beside the pile of corpses, glanced down at Feng Xingtong beside him, and said unhappily.

He didn't know what had happened. His Feng family had been a great shaman for generations, with an orderly inheritance, but something had gone wrong in his generation. His children were more rebellious than the other, giving him a headache.

The fifth daughter, Feng Yaya, is still young, so let's not talk about her for now; the second daughter ran away from home because she refused to learn the art of summoning spirits, and the eldest son had a quarrel with him because of this, and their relationship became very strained; the third daughter, Feng Shayan, is a congenitally extraordinary person, and cannot inherit the art of summoning spirits and sending generals; the fourth son, Feng Xingtong, is timid and can't grasp the key points. Although he is reluctantly practicing the art of summoning spirits and sending generals, he is obviously resistant to the art of summoning spirits.

None of his five children could step forward to inherit his legacy!

When Feng Zhenghao thought of this, he felt furious and glared at Feng Xingtong with a look of disappointment.

"Dad, stop talking. I know I was wrong." Feng Xingtong scratched his head awkwardly.

Although he was terrified by the sight of the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood before him, and the stench made his stomach churn and he almost vomited, Feng Xingtong still gritted his teeth and persevered, forcing himself to face the bloody scene and began to perform the soul-binding technique.

"I hope you can really admit your mistake."

Feng Zhenghao sighed, a trace of fatigue and helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he could only pray secretly that his son would change.

He stood aside, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield. Mo Yu, this kid, was so cruel at such a young age, killing more than 30 lives without hesitation. How great it would be if he was his own son!
"Hurry up, don't let these spirits disperse!"

Feng Xingtong was startled by his father's resentful tone and quickly quickened his actions.

(End of this chapter)