"What's wrong? No! You won't let us go!" The Golden Thread clan member of the Bat Holy Clan suddenly turned around and stared at Chu Mo in the air, his voice a little sharp.

"This is the Nine Saint Realm. My Bat Holy Clan is one of the Holy Clans. There are hundreds of people in your little witch clan. Don't you really want to be destroyed? In addition, even if you are vulgar and make me angry, the Bat Holy Clan will definitely die!" The words of this Golden Line tribe were gloomy. In Chu Mo, the intensity of the color was obvious at a glance.

With the sharp voices of the Golden Thread tribe, the bat holy tribe around him became vicious again, looking at Chu Mo with red eyes, they were afraid, but now they had to dress like this.

"Senior Mo Mo, let them go..." Nangong Hengji was a little hesitant and whispered to Chu Mo.

When Chu Mo saw the traces of Nangong, the people here didn't want to kill people, so he rarely participated as an outsider. After hearing what he wanted to know, Chu Mo still had something to do by himself and was not here for a long time.

"Calculate your witch clan's acquaintance!" Although the Golden Line tribe was relieved, it still faded, so the witch clan asserted that he did not dare to make them angry, but I don't think that Chu Mo, who was terrible to him, wanted to leave now.

But at this time, Tiemu, who was supported by the tribe, struggled to open his eyes and spoke to Chu Mo's wrinkle.

"Don't let them go! No! How can you let the people who killed their tribesmen be so spared! If Brother Mo doesn't come today, my family will disappear and the entire family will die... The size of this revenge must be reported!"

"But..." Nangong Hengji was a little hesitant.

"But what! Let them go, are they thanking us? They will not invade again. They will not hunt us as prey! Don't! Traces, you are too stupid! Don't!

Brother Mo, please leave these people from the Bat Holy Clan and kill them all! Don't! "Temu struggled and spoke even more excited and angry. He spitted out blood and would not be unconscious even if he gritted his teeth. He was panting. It turned out that he had an old face, but now he was older, just like a lamp that disappeared at any time. "As long as Brother Mo helps, everything is required to obey us, and we can even realize that Brother Mo is the master!" The color of Timu is a little red now, obviously the light of the withered oil lamp.

The face of the Bat Holy Clan Golden Thread tribe in the sky suddenly changed, and he ran away without hesitation until the tribes around him didn't care.

"As you wish, you don't need to admit the Lord." Chu Mo glanced at Tiemu. The memories that happened to the old man and him that appeared in his heart were a little blurry, but now it was gradually clear.

This old man was already dying and couldn't live long. Even if there was a magic pill now, it would be difficult to maintain his vitality without the fortune of Zhu Jiuyin like Chu Mo.

Chu Mo sighed secretly, looking at the surrounding valleys when he attracted his eyes, raised his right hand to grab the void, and immediately the witch's hand bow, standing outside the cave of the valley, flew out and was caught by Chu Mo.

Holding the dark bow, Chu Mo was further in the air. He saw hundreds of people scattered in the distance and quickly escaped. His eyes slowly darkened. He held the bow with his left hand and pulled the bowstring with his right hand, making a hazy sound.

As the bow was opened, a beam of golden light spread out from Chu Mo's body and turned into a golden arrow. The moment Chu Mo's right hand released the bow string, the golden light roared, causing amazing ripples that crossed the sky.

Chu Mo kept pulling the bow, which attracted the attention of the surroundings. Especially those war witches, their eyes were frenzy.

In order to know that the bow was in the Witch Clan, it was only pulled away once. If it leaves for the second time in a short time, the cost would be very tragic.

However, Chu Mo has been in a row twice, and the process has not stopped at all. The strength of his body means that he doesn't know that it is several times that of those fighting witches.

The second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow...

Chu Mo stood there, opening the bow and arrow once, and its speed was very fast. In the end, he almost opened the bow string again as soon as it loosened. The screams roared, the heaven and earth roared, and a large number of ripples galloped in the sky. Under a road, every time the arrow was fired, it would roar, and several bat holy people screamed and died. No matter how fast they ran, no matter how far they left now, the arrow would risk their lives and disintegrate a life with its shocking momentum.

In 30 breaths, Chu Mo fired more than 90 arrows in total. The sky was twisted, and its roar was intertwined, deafening, and even further away, the Bat Holy Clan was terrified and frightened. They felt that it was like these 30 breaths were in hell.

Every time I hear a roar from behind, there is a sad death of the same clan. The echo of the cry may be the last sound I hear in my life.

This extreme fear was enough to completely collapse the heart. In 30 minutes, the number of people they escaped from hundreds, and now there are less than 20 people left!

This fear made a sharp and terrifying roar in the trembling of the remaining bat holy clan, ignoring everything, unfolding as fast as possible, and running wildly.

Until Chu Mo pulled the bow open again, the bow broke with a bang. In fact, the bow couldn't stand Chu Mo's continuous use and cracked.

The people from the witch clan facing Chu Mo were now stunned. They knew the strength of the bow, but the more they were clearer, the more violent the scene they saw.

Especially the battle of the witches, the expression was even more vague. They could not imagine what power they needed. They could not bear the bow and collapse.

Putting down the cracked bow, Chu Mo's body moved forward, and his figure disappeared in an instant with just one step. This disappearance is not that it cannot be seen at a speed too fast, but that it will really disappear. This is... a moment of movement!

The moment Chu Mo's figure disappeared, he appeared outside the distant world. Before the human body of the Bat Holy Clan, the people of the Bat Holy Clan did not notice Chu Mo's arrival at all, and were also in his pupils.

While he left, the people from the Bat Holy Clan rushed forward a few feet, opened their mouths wide, and when they were confused, a blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and his body fell straight to the ground.

The same scene appeared in this sky one after another. Most of the scattered Bat Holy clan members had already harvested their lives before they noticed it. Although the Ziyi tribe members among them noticed Chu Mo's appearance, they could not avoid the fingers that were pressed in Chu Mo's indifference.

Among this Purple Line tribe, just like the rules of the world, when they appeared, they gave him the feeling of fate that he could not escape. As the darkness in front of his eyes was pitch black, his head whizzed by.

Chu Mo withdrew his finger. This finger was named after his finger killing intent after countless reincarnations in the Immortal Realm.

This finger includes the fusion of the Immortal Realm. Although it is not Chu Mo's own past and future, there are still positive and negative things!

There are only two people in the Bat Holy Clan who are still escaping wildly between this world, one is the Golden Line Bat Holy Clan, and the other is injured and has no idea what kind of secret it has done, and the speed of escape is comparable to that of the Bat Clan.

These two people are completely different in two directions, with a very far gap, and it seems that there is only a little left, but it is becoming more and more blurry.

Chu Mo's expression was calm, looking down at the snake that raised its head on his shoulder, pointing to the purple line tribe members in the distance. The snake quickly jumped out of Chu Mo's shoulder like thunder, and headed straight for the purple line at an incredible speed.

Chu Mo saw the Golden Thread clan member here, and strange points appeared in his eyes. In fact, if Tiemu did not wake up, it is not recommended that Nangong Hengji completely kill the Bat Holy Clan.

"The appearance of the Bat Holy Clan is similar to that of Yueyi... There is no connection. In Zhu Jiuyin, the person I saw said the words of the three generations of barbarian gods before his death... Yueyi.

I don't know if there is any connection here. "Chu Mo shines and his body disappears on the spot.

In the sky, the Golden Line tribe of the Bat Holy Clan, this person had a gloomy face, and fear and fear appeared in his eyes. He felt the entire death of the tribe, and once again felt the terror of Mo Su. "Damn, why did you encounter such fear? Its physical strength can withstand the attacks of more than a dozen purple lines. This kind of strength is even greater than what I can withstand!

I'm afraid it's difficult for even the elders of the family to do this! Stop! What kind of martial arts he has practiced, and how can he do this level! Stop!

His name is Mo Su. Judging from the appearance of the people from the Witch Clan, these people know them very well, but the expressions of the Witch Clan are almost shocking. In the memories of these people, I don’t think they are so strong. So, what kind of luck did he gain in this Nine Holy Realm? It’s so terrible?

In October, "The Golden-lined Bat Clan took a deep breath. A month ago, I thought there was a gap in the October of the sky, and someone might have tear the gap in it.

Considering this, the color of the Golden Line Bat tribe changes dramatically.
Chapter completed!