Super Martial God

These gods regard mortals as mole ants and kill at will. In Lin Mu's view, they are unforgivable.

Bang Bang

In the scream of these gods, he had hit more than 30 punches. Except for the young man in gold, all the gods were killed by him.

"Dear Sir, I am a descendant of the Protoss. My father is Yurong, the son of Yusha, the creator. If you kill me, my father will know. If you spare my life, what do you want and what do I give you!"

The young man in gold roared with fear.

"Look, as I said before, it's not difficult to know your identity."

Lin Mu looked pale.

Seeing that Lin Mu no longer disagreed with him, he was willing to talk to him. The young man in gold robe relieved his fear slightly, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly said, "my father is Yurong, and this time he also came to the dark woman wetland."

The young man in golden robe was very resourceful and did not dare to directly threaten Lin Mu. For fear of angering Lin Mu, he put forward his dependence in this obscure way.

"Your father, is it Yurong?"

Ma Jiao was surprised and then explained to Lin Mu, "elder martial brother, this Yurong, I know, is the ninth son of Yusha, the peak ancestor, a terrible power."

When Ma Jiao said this, the young man in gold became relaxed and relaxed: "this elder is well-informed. My father is the ninth son of the creator and the ancestor of the peak God. This time, my father sent me here to look for the book of the past."

"Two elders, I didn't know their strength before. It's my fault to offend them. Fortunately, it didn't lead to a bigger mistake. I hope you can spare me this time. We can turn fighting into friendship. Maybe I can introduce you to my father."

"Didn't it lead to a bigger mistake?"

Lin Mu couldn't see the fluctuation in his eyes and said, "unfortunately, in my heart, the mistakes you have made can't be bigger."

"Elder, are you going to hold me accountable just because I killed several mortals?"

The young man in golden robe opened his eyes and thought it was incredible.

Just a few mortals. For those practitioners, mortals are no different from ants. They die when they die. Is it necessary to be so serious?

"If you make an unintentional mistake, although you have made a mistake, I may not be able to give you a chance to make up for it, but you are completely killing ordinary people for pleasure, and even trampling ordinary women, which can't be forgiven."

Lin Mu said faintly.

"Elder, what conditions do you need to let me go? Just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush."

The young man in gold didn't believe Lin Mu's words and thought Lin Mu was taking the opportunity to blackmail him.

"Do you know why I waste so much time talking to you?"

Lin Mu suddenly said.

But now, the young man in golden robe was more convinced that Lin Mu wanted to blackmail him and said calmly, "senior, I know. You see, I'm the son of Yurong. I want to negotiate more things. It's understandable. As long as the senior can let me go and I can realize it, I will promise the senior."

"No, I just think, garbage like you can't let you die too easily."

Lin Mu said, "although they are rubbish, they are your attendants. You are the culprit, so you need to bear their sins."

Buzz!

When he spoke, the sky was in darkness.

The dark clouds rolled and the cold air was everywhere.

Woo woo

Then, countless angry voices echoed around.

"Elder martial brother, what is this?"

Ma Jiao was surprised.

"These are the souls of those dead mortals outside. They are too angry with the jade childe to disperse safely."

Lin Mu said, "if this problem is not solved, soon this plateau will become a gloomy and terrible ghost land, and more innocent people will suffer."

Ma Jiao immediately understood: "this jade childe is the culprit who led to the death of these mortals. Elder martial brother, are you going to use him to quell the resentment of these resentful souls?"

"That's right."

Lin Mu nodded.

"No, you can't do that."

The young man in gold changed his face, completely lost his composure, and shouted in horror, "I am the son of Yurong and the descendant of God. You can't let some mortal souls pollute my divinity!"

"Defiled?"

Lin Mu shook his head: "in my opinion, your mind is far less noble than ordinary people. Even if you pollute, you pollute the soul of ordinary people."

"I'm unwilling. I've never offended you. Why should you treat me like this?"

He felt that the resentful soul had rushed up around him. The young man in gold robe was cold and couldn't help looking at Lin Mu bitterly.

"Yes, you have never offended me, but these mortals have never offended you, but now they have become ghosts."

Lin Mu's eyes were indifferent and said, "mortals are mole ants in your heart, and you are garbage in my heart. If you kill a garbage, you'll kill it without reason!"

Buzz!

When Lin Mu's last word fell, all the resentment souls fell on the young man in golden robe and enveloped him.

At ordinary times, it is not difficult to kill these resentful souls with the strength of young people in golden robes.

But now, Lin Mu's powerful soul thought completely suppressed his soul power, so that his soul power could not move. He could only watch these resentful souls attack him.

These days, at least 20000 mortals have died indirectly and directly at his hands.

At the moment, all the more than 20000 dark souls threw themselves on him and crazily gnawed at his divine soul.

"Ah... Lin Mu, how dare you treat me like this? My father won't let you go. You will die hard!"

The young man in the golden robe screamed hysterically.

In the end, the young man in golden robe could not resist the biting of the 20000 resentful souls. The dark king was terrified by the biting.

His spirit struggled and wanted to escape.

Lin Mu's eyes flashed cold. He took out the sword to kill the Taoist priest. The sword stabbed out like an electricity and burst into the source of the soul of the young man in gold robe.

However, seeing that he was going to destroy the origin of the soul of the golden robed youth, a bright golden light appeared in the origin of the soul of the golden robed youth.

In an instant, in the bright golden light, there appeared a middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to the young man in gold robes, but had clearer water caltrops, more divine eyes and more dignity.

"No matter who you are, it's unforgivable to hurt the son of Yurong like this."

The middle-aged man is like a God on the nine days, and his voice is like a rule: "now give you a way to let yang'er's spirit go, and then kneel down in front of me to apologize..."

Before he finished, Lin Mu took out his sword again.

With this sword, he used the power of the general trend to pierce the guardian light and shadow of the middle-aged man with a puff, and stabbed the origin of the spirit of the young man in gold.

Bang!

The origin of the soul of the golden robed youth is completely broken.

"Well, I'll remember you, anti God. From now on, I Yurong will destroy your spirit and kill your ten families in the poorest nine days and ten places..."

The guardian light and shadow of the middle-aged man gradually broke and dispersed. Before it completely dissipated, his voice stayed and echoed in the void.