Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"Child, you are too arrogant!"

The king's hegemony tried to use this roar to cover up his panic and increase his confidence, so the voice was very loud.

"Ha ha……"

Chu Mo's mouth outlined a touch of arc, his eyes were contemptuous and disdainful.

"Old man, when you spread the rivers and lakes, your hair hasn't even grown up, when is your turn to show off your brilliance." Wang Quanba looked straight at the face, and rushed out directly. If he didn't do it, he might become a joke. .

"When I am old, I lie down in the coffin obediently and still come out to pretend."

"Boom ~"

The voice fell, and Chu Mo's body suddenly burst out of a pure flame, the flame was monstrous, and the momentum was quite huge.

"Om ~ Om ~ Om ~"

The range of the flame was so wide that it almost spread over the entire courtyard. The rest of the elders of the royal family changed their faces and stood up immediately. They jumped one by one and landed in front of a group of disciples, pinching the seal of the hand.

The sword energy of each other united to form a sword shield, barely blocking the aftermath of the flame.

"Pure sun!" Wang Quanba figure recognized the identity of the flame at a glance, his face became serious, and the sword of the king turned in his hand, and the chaotic sword intentions flew out, cutting the flames, barely opening up in front of him. A safe range.

"Among the people the old man knows, apart from the previous generation of Oriental masters and young people, only the golden-faced Vulcan can reach this level. Who the **** are you ?!" Wang Quanba's eyes narrowed, and he had gradually calmed down. Too.

Chu Mo looked at the king's hegemony lightly, his eyes indifferent, he was too lazy to answer each other's questions.

"It's all dead, why do you care so much, and want to know, go and ask yourself the Golden Face Vulcan." Chu Mo grinned and had some fun. "But you made a mistake ... The Golden Face Vulcan? Just him How dare you compare with Lao Tzu? "

"Boom ~!"

Chu Mo's face suddenly changed, and the golden fire reflected on his face.

Pure fire body, the strongest state of pure sun inflammation. Reaching a finger, a fireball like a magma is gathering, nearly 100 meters in size, suspended in mid-air.

"Chu Mo, don't go too far, do you want to destroy the royal family!" The royal power can no longer sit still. If this fireball really hits the ground, the royal family may be destroyed.

Didn't reply, just a finger flick.

This huge fireball has landed, and the surrounding temperature has become hot under the influence of the flame.

"The sword of heaven and earth."

The king power map once again used his own skills, a sword light that seemed to be in the sky, and rushed directly to the fireball.

He fought against the Golden Face Vulcan, and the junior's ability to transport fire surprised him. Although it won in the end, it was not easy, so after retreating, I also thought about a set of ways to restrain pure Yangyan.

"Boom!"

Jianguang split on the fireball and exploded huge waves.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds ... This stalemate didn't take long. At the next moment, Jianguang collapsed. Chu Mo is like the **** of fire in the heavens, standing in the void, overlooking the astral picture of the king's power.

"How could this flame be so strong."

The king of powers whispered in disbelief, looking at the fireball that was going to the sky, and fell into a dull state.

"Hum ..." At the moment when the fireball was about to land, Chu Mo slowly reached out his hand and held it towards the void. The huge fireball suddenly compressed, forming a golden light that was only the size of the palm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

The golden light hit the king's hegemony and suddenly swallowed him, but the range was only about two meters around him, and it did not affect other people.

But even if you don't feel the power of it, you can imagine what kind of damage the king power is suffering.

The miserable cry did not last long, and the voice became weaker and weaker, and gradually the voice of the king's hegemony could not be heard.

"boom!"

Chu Mo waved, the golden flame light disappeared.

Remained in place with only a three-meter-deep pit, and a burnt black body, like black charcoal, which could not be seen at all.

No dead body, nothing more.

"Old things, you say you are in front of me, pretend ..." Chu Mo sneered, fell to the ground, glanced at the king's disciples around him, his eyes did not stay on those angry elders, and looked directly at the king's power Hegemony.

"Now, you want to leave with the rich, do you still want to stop?"

Standing dead, or kneeling to live? It depends on what they choose. Although Chu Mo promised the king to be rich and not to kill the people of the king's family, but under this premise, they did not take the initiative to seek death.

"You ... hey ..." Wang Quanba figured out his finger, pointed at Wang Quanfugui, looked at Chu Mo again, but finally sighed helplessly.

Apparently, there are no people who sacrifice their lives for justice in the King Power Villa.

The elders were angry only because Chu Mo trampled the face of their royal family on the ground and let them show it. They certainly would not dare. Even the two remaining elders could only shake their heads and sigh.

"It's all right, it's up to you, the owner, to decide." Then, the two elders came to the corpse of the king's power and prepared to put it away.

"Hey ... Starting today, Wang Quan is rich and rich, so that the Wang Quan family is no longer in trouble, Brother Chu ... Take him away." Wang Quan Baye said that the mood of not appearing is very complicated. There is the ease of being a father, and the guilt of being a head of the family.

Chu Mo walked out without anyone, passing by Wang Quanfugui, and also asked by the way: "Go pack your own luggage, let's go back to the magic gate."

"Ok."

Wang Quanfu nodded his head, and finally he lifted the shackles from his body. The moment he left, he glanced at his father and bowed far away.

Different ways are not conspiracy, but in his heart, he still heartfelt thanks to his father.

Chu Mo went straight back to the yard where he lived, and the War Wolf followed King Quan Fugui. It can be seen that the relationship between this person and the wolf seems to be good.

By the window sill, the green pupil was holding her cheeks, her petite body was lying on the chair, looking at the red sun on the horizon, her eyebrows flickered slightly.

As early as a few days ago, Chu Mo helped Qingtong exchange centuries of demon power, which was only more than a thousand points. Qingtong had the ability to transform and disappeared the demon body. However, due to age, the height can only reach Chu Mo's waist.

The appearance of a little girl, dressed in a plum-red robe, has been a little bit like the original, which is a pity.

Qingtong is very smart and easy to satisfy.

Although neither the royal power nor the war wolf told him what they were going to do, she vaguely guessed the danger of the matter, otherwise the war wolf would not have to follow.

"Master, when will you come back ..." Qingtong murmured, thinking deeply.

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(End of this chapter)