Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 848
Chen Mo settled Chen Songzi, and stood there quietly, as if he was integrated with this space. He was clearly in front of the woodcutter, but the woodcutter felt that his aura was still unable to lock him.

"Who are you?" The woodcutter asked solemnly, and his intuition told him that the person standing in front of him was not simple.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I am the master of that little Taoist priest you bullied just now."

"Chen Mo?" The woodcutter exclaimed after being surprised, "You are Chen Mo!"

"He is Chen Mo?" The dragon mother-in-law who had just fled away said fiercely: "It's really hard to find nowhere to find it. It doesn't take much effort! Chen Mo, hand over your treasure that activates the dragon's veins, otherwise you The little Silent Gate will be annihilated today!"

"Hand over the baby, and I'll spare you!" Zhu Dachang, who had recovered, also stared at Chen Mo with gloomy eyes and said.

His injury is not serious. After recovering just now, his arms have recovered now. Compared with Zhu Wenxiu's injury, he is already considered lucky.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "The baby that activates the dragon veins? What is that?"

"Don't pretend! If you don't have a baby, can you withstand the impact of the dragon's veins with your cultivation?" Grandma Long said: "A baby like this is not something you, a little monk, should take as your own. You should know the truth of 'everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty'."

"Why talk nonsense with him!" Zhu Dachang yelled, "Chopping firewood, you fucking cut him up!"

"Hmph!" Hearing Zhu Dachang's urging, the woodcutter snorted coldly, raised the big ax in his hand again, and shouted: "Stubborn!"

Chen Mo took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the woodcutter. The woodcutter turned pale with shock. He didn't expect that Chen Mo's speed was so fast. Before he could cut down the big ax in his hand, he lifted his foot and kicked Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't move at all, and let the woodcutter kick him on the body.

"clang!"

The woodcutter has been walking in the mountains all year round. When chopping wood, the strength of his arms, waist and abdomen, and legs are combined into one. After years of training, he is confident that his leg skills are no better than his own big axe. Not much difference, but when he kicked on Chen Mo's body, it seemed to be kicked on an iron plate, making a clang.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from the woodcutter's calf bone to his nerves, and he could feel that his calf bone might have been slightly cracked.

The woodcutter suffered a great loss, but he also took advantage of the force of the shock to recede back extremely quickly, and when he was far enough away from Chen Mo, the big ax in his hand slammed down, and at the same time he shouted loudly: " Go together!"

When the woodcutter kicked Chen Mo with a painful expression on his face, Long Po knew that Chen Mo was not easy to deal with. She stretched out her withered hands, and immediately grew growths on her hands like dead wood. With sharp and sharp nails, she ran towards Chen Mo quickly, and rushed away like a big bird. The speed was extremely fast, and she was three points faster than the monk Zhu Wenxiu of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

"Mother-in-law, wait for me!" Zhu Dachang roared, a soft whip suddenly appeared in his hand, he licked his tongue and said, "This is a treasure that I only use when I play with girls, today I will take advantage of you boy !"

Zhu Dachang screamed strangely, and the soft whip in his hand grew longer like a rattan, winding towards Chen Mo as if it had life and spirituality.

At this time, the big ax cut by the woodcutter had come before Chen Mo's eyes. With his left hand behind his back, Chen Mo grabbed the ax-shaped spiritual force with his right hand.

"You're looking for death!" the woodcutter roared angrily, "You don't need any exercises, but you want to use your body to forcibly defend my creation?"

Even if Chen Songzi exhausted all the spiritual power in his body and swung the second punch of Tianxuan Shenquan, Jiang He still ended up seriously injured and comatose. Even if you, Chen Mo, are Chen Songzi's master, you are still only a Jindan period cultivator. Because, if he wanted to take down this ax with the strength of his body, he might only end up in a dead end.

The woodcutter, Grandma Long, and Zhu Dachang all showed ecstasy.

"Boom!" The spiritual power cut by the terrifying big ax rushed down towards Chen Mo's body like a river.

Grandma Long screamed, and waved dozens of claws with her hands. Zhu Dachang's soft whip followed closely, and quickly wrapped Chen Mo's body. The feeling of binding from the soft whip made Zhu Dachang overjoyed, roaring Said: "He is dead!"

"Tang, clang, clang!" There was a sound of metal and iron clanging, and a huge ax mark was cut on Chen Mo's position, causing countless smoke and dust to rise.

The three of them stood side by side, staring intently at the smoke and dust. After a long time, Grandma Long breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This kid's strength is really terrifying. If he hadn't been pretentious and used his body to resist the firewood chopping, I'm afraid we will We can’t kill him easily, now that he’s dead, his treasure is ours!”

The woodcutter still didn't speak, just staring at the smoke and dust.

And Zhu Dachang, who was holding a soft whip in his hand, suddenly became strange, his face was extremely red, his body was tense, and he looked like he was in great pain.

"Zhu Dachang, what the hell are you doing!" Grandma Long scolded, "At this moment, it's possible that you still want to shit! You're such a shameful person!"

Facing Grandma Long's sarcasm, Zhu Dachang ignored it, or he didn't have time to pay attention to other things at all. At this moment, he only felt a sudden force coming from his soft whip, At the same time, the soft whip actually had a suction force, which made him unable to get rid of it, so he kept pulling the soft whip, exhausting all his strength.

"Not good!" The woodcutter noticed Zhu Dachang's abnormality, shouted loudly, and swung the huge ax in his hand repeatedly, unexpectedly cutting out three ax energy.

"Broken Mountain!" Chen Mo's voice suddenly sounded in the smoke and dust.

A huge nine-colored fist Xiuran pierced through the smoke and dust, shattering three axes in an instant.

Bang!
The woodcutter's chest was pierced by a punch, revealing an empty hole, and the breeze blew by, making him feel cool.

"Ah!" Zhu Dachang screamed strangely, and his whole body was suddenly pulled away, rolling into the smoke and dust, and then there was a sound like a watermelon cracking, and then there was no more sound.

"Boom!" The tall woodcutter fell down like a fallen mountain.

Grandma Long swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, her palms full of sharp claws were constantly trembling at this moment, she wanted to escape, but felt that she was locked by an air force, it seemed that as long as she dared to move, she would immediately was killed.

Chen Mo's figure gradually appeared in the smoke and dust, and he walked forward step by step.

"Trying to kill people and seize treasures, the four ancient sects should be punished!"

(End of this chapter)