Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

Noting Chu Mo's eyes, Wen Chao shivered at a distance of 100 meters.

But he quickly concealed his fears, pointing angrily at the elders behind him who were responsible for protecting him: "Go and kill him, kill Chu Ziyun! I want to divide him into five horses!"

"But ..." Several middle-aged monks hesitated, but looking at Wen Chao's grisly appearance, he swallowed back the words.

Although Wen Chao is no longer possible to succeed the suzerain, it is at least the second son of the Wen family, who can't afford it.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

More than a dozen figures, walking together with the sword, rushed directly to Chu Mo.

Chu Mo is no longer a purposeless fight. The fairy sword in his hand flicked and pointed to the big ship where Wen Chao was. Capturing the thief and the king, Wen Chao died, and the Wen's army attacking Lianhuawu this time must be defeated.

"Boom!"

With the force of the soles of the feet, Chu Mo walked on the water again, but the beauty was gone. One foot stomped on the water, no longer ripples, but amazing water waves, Chu Mo figure rushed out like a meteor.

More than a dozen middle-aged monks cast spells together, and the fairy sword with a handle wrapped in spiritual power swept towards Chu Mo together like a sword dragon!

"Om ~~~"

The Supreme Sword Heart starts, and the Immortal Swords all surrender. Facing Stegosaurus, Chu Mo didn't even do the basic defense. At the moment that Stegosaurus was about to stab Chu Mo, the sword rang more than ever, and an invisible ripple spread out.

Dozens of fairy swords, like a set spell, fell from high altitude and fell into the lake.

More than a dozen middle-aged monks hadn't even reacted to what happened. Chu Mo's figure had rushed to them, like a flash of silver, and Chu Mo rushed across their defense line in an instant.

At the same time, dozens of silver wires slowly appeared on the necks of this group of middle-aged monks, and instantly blood spewed out like a spring, becoming a dozen headless bodies.

Thirteen elders of Jin Dan from the Wen family were killed by a single stroke!

"Brother Chu is mighty!"

"Brother Chu is amazing!"

The disciples of the Jiang family in Lianhuawu, watching this scene, could no longer restrain their hearts and burst into unprecedented cheers.

Mrs. Yu and Jiang Fengmian did not know when they were holding hands and walked behind a group of disciples. But there was no announcement, just quietly looked at Chu Mo, the sword cut thirteen elders.

"It seems that I gave A Lixuan the marriage, which Ali earned." Mrs. Yu sighed softly.

Jiang Fengmian smiled slightly, did not answer, but held Mrs. Yu's hand tightly. He originally thought that he would go to death with Mrs. Yu today. It seems that what Chu Mo said just now was for the two to dismiss the misunderstanding.

"But we shouldn't let a junior carry the whole cloud dream." Jiang Fengmian said slowly.

"That's right, the Sect Master Jiang ordered it." Mrs. Yu chuckled and looked at Jiang Fengmian.

"All Yunmeng disciples listened to orders !!!" Jiang Fengmian nodded, and landed on the high platform for life, carrying his spiritual power, and the pounding voice spread throughout the lotus dock. At this time, the disciples discovered that the suzerain had arrived.

Under the watchful eyes of more than 700 disciples at Lianhuawu, Jiang Fengmian said again, "Follow me to meet the Wengou! Those who perpetuated me Yunmeng, kill!"

"Warm Dogs! Warm Dogs! Warm Dogs!"

"Those who commit my dreams, kill! Kill! Kill!"

Because of Chu Mo ’s previous performance, Yunmeng ’s disciples had high morale, and now Jiang Fengmian ordered that all his disciples could not wait to pull out their fairy swords and rush towards the Wenjia monk army.

"Hehe ..." Chu Mo glanced at the situation behind him, and smiled slightly. The Wen family had already been frightened by the murder of him. Now that Yunmeng was chasing after the victory, Wen's might be unable to break into the army.

"Boom!"

Once again, several monks who blocked the road were killed. Chu Mo fell on the deck of a big ship, the same ship as Wen Chao!

"Waste, waste, waste! So many people can't stop a Chu Ziyun!" Anger, panic, fear, emotions surround Wen Chao's heart, Wen Chao's face is red, and his eyes are red.

A kick kicked off a guard nearby, "Go up and kill him!"

Even though I was annoyed, none of the remaining monks ran. Wen Chao is the second son of the Wen family. If he had an accident, they would not be able to survive. So they all hold the idea of ​​fighting hard.

"on!"

Suddenly someone shouted, and the remaining few monks jumped up and waved the fairy sword directly to Chu Mo.

"Hum ..." Chu Mo slowly closed his sword, which was not worthy of him. Stepping forward, four consecutive pillars of fire rose up, engulfing the bodies of the monks!

The pure Yang Yan spread out and instantly ignited the big ship, and outside the big ship, a circle of fire rose.

The high temperature and flames blocked the reinforcements of the surrounding monks and blocked their sight.

"What are you doing! I'm the second son of the Wen family, you dare to kill me, my father won't be around you Yunmeng!" Wen Chao stepped back two steps, leaning against the wall, shouting with anger.

Chu Mo didn't reply, and the corner of his mouth outlined a slight arc.

"I plan to give your father a gift."

"Do you want to please my father? Ha ha ... count as your acquaintances, my Wen family has long been unstoppable, so let me go, and let me go to my Wen family, I guarantee you a prosperous life, and later practice resources, exercises, all it's the best."

Wen Chao's brain circuit is really incomprehensible. Hearing Chu Mo's words, he subconsciously thought that Chu Mo would surrender.

"My present may need help from Master Wen Er Gong." Chu Mo replied faintly and wandered towards Wen Chao.

Watching Chu Mo coming, Wen Chao was inexplicably a little flustered, just wanted to stabilize Chu Mo, waiting for him to escape, and would never let him go.

"What are you busy with? Just say it, I agree."

"Then I would like to thank you very much. If you can make Master Wen Er into a specimen and give it to Sect Master Wen, he will like it very much." Chu Mo snapped his fingers, and the flame at his fingertips suddenly twisted and turned into green. 'S ghost fire!

A trace of resentment surrounded Chu Mo's body, already cold!

Wen Chao's pupils shrank and froze for two or three seconds, then suddenly reacted and shouted hard: "It's you, it's you, it's you !!! It's you who killed Wen Zhuliu, you demon who practiced evil demons ! Xianmen Baijia can't keep you! "

"My legs! Chu Ziyun, I want you to die!"

Wen Chao was completely mad. He looked at the grievances around Chu Mo. The first time he thought about the grievances after turning into a corpse, Wen Zhuliu.

"what!!!"

Wen Chao pulled up the fairy sword in his waist and chopped towards Chu Mo.

Chu Mo smiled slightly and raised his hand gently. Numerous resentments raised Wen Chao, locking his throat and fixing his whole body, and the roaring roar remained on his face.

"Hush ... don't shout so loudly, it will be discovered by others."

Resentment entered the body, as if draining all the spirits of Wen Chao, his skin quickly dried up and became like crumpled paper, with only bones left and sunken eyes. Numerous resentments surrounded it and turned into a murderous corpse.

"This gift, Wen Ruohan is probably going to love me." Chu Mo murmured, swiping his sleeves and put away Wen Chao who turned into a corpse.

The pure Yangyan surrounded by the big ship dissipated, and it also turned from resentment into a golden fire possessor in an instant.

Chu Mo's tiptoe raised the pure Yang Yan to the golden state, suspended in midair. A little bit, it is a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters, which landed not far away on a big ship full of monks Wen!

"boom!"

"Wen Chao died!" Chu Mo's voice spread throughout the Lianhua Lake.

In terms of quantity, the Wen family has at least 3,000 monks, which is still three times Yunmeng, but at this moment they have no idea of ​​resistance.

Killing thousands of enemies, killing 13 elders with swords, killing Wen Chao, the five words of Chu Ziyun, a **** of fire, spread instantly across all hundreds of immortal gates. Last time because of Shui Xingyuan, this name has been known to many younger generations.

Even the various patriarchs, many people pay attention. Now not only pay attention, but fear, respect, this one person is enough to match one case!

Shen Huo Chu Ziyun's wedding was naturally a gathering of centuries.

In the huge lotus dock, hundreds of tables were set at the banquet, and it seemed faintly crowded, and even some monks and sects brought gifts and did not invite them. For example, a few centenary cents from northern Xinjiang.

They originally joined the Wen family because they saw the situation of the Wen family as indispensable. Now that the Wen family has experienced a disastrous defeat, naturally they have another thought.

Chu Mo did not have the idea of ​​dealing with these patriarchs, so he and Nie Mingjue waited for a few drinks with a few patriarchs, and then retreated. Let Jiang Fengmian and Mrs. Yu help out.

The so-called Spring Festival is worth a lot of money, he naturally has no idea of ​​wasting time.

Noon on the second day.

The sun was high in the middle, and the drunken guests awoke one by one yesterday. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng were pulled and stood at the door, giving each other off.

At this moment, Chu Mo just opened his eyes and felt the beauty lying in his arms, his mouth slightly tilted. He lowered his head and touched Jiang's disgusted face. Qiong's nose wrinkled, and he arched into Chu Mo's arms again. He changed to a comfortable position and slept deep.

Dry Jiang's tears and a trace of tiredness hung in the corner of Jiang Jiangli's eyes. She has never done anything for her, and her cultivation base is not high. Naturally, she can't stand Chu Mo's toss last night.

Chu Mo got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake up the beauty in his arms.

Mrs. Yu specifically instructed two female monks to take care of the life of the Chu Mo couple. This kind of capitalist life makes Chu Mo a bit stunned. Putting on a fairy silk robe, she went out.

"Zi Yun, you came just right. I just had something to discuss with you." When she saw Chu Mo, Mrs. Yu had a smile on her face. She was 100% satisfied with this son-in-law.

"Is it the Wen family's business?" Chu Mo asked.

Mrs. Yu froze a little, turned to smile, and nodded, "Well, although Qishan Wen's suffered a big loss this time, I think Wen Ruohan will definitely not be able to swallow this breath, maybe he will get back on earth."

"Mrs. Don't worry, I have already talked to people in my family, they will send someone to beat Qishan Wen's." Chu Mo smiled lightly, these are his excuses, he has planned to solve this matter by himself Too.

Mrs. Yu was shocked in her heart, but thinking of Chu Mo's strength was not exaggerated. Chu Mo's strength is so powerful, his family may have surpassed the five major families today.

"Okay, then I won't worry." Mrs. Yu responded.

Chu Mo and Mrs. Yu had two discussions. After he planned to resolve Wen's, he left. As for Ali, it depends on her own thoughts. If she is willing to walk with herself, if she is unwilling, let her stay in Lotus Dock and see her more.

After returning to the room, A Li was already awake. Chu Mo took the lotus seed soup brought by his maid and fed A Li for a while.

"I have something to go out in the afternoon. You have a good rest."

Chu Mo asked softly.

"Ok."

Just married, Jiang Yanli is now occupied with a full sense of happiness, and naturally promised directly.

After staying with Jiang Yan for a while, Chu Mo left Lotus Bay.

Directly transformed into a gold noodle state, the flying speed is increased to the extreme, and heading towards the mass grave! Since the practice of ghost roads, it is a pity not to go to the mass grave, the quality of the resentment of the mass grave is enough to match hundreds of waters!

He must use the grievances of the burial gang to maximize his ghost path.

"A good burial post, you can feel a chill before you reach it." Chu Mo floated at a height of thousands of kilometers, but already felt his back cold, and there was a black valley at his feet.

The resentment here is solidified to a certain extent, even visible to the naked eye, even without the control of anyone, it is aggressive!

"Boom!"

Chu Mo fell in a mass grave, looking around all corpses, saying that the corpses and blood seas were no exaggeration. Every corpse is full of resentment, and every few corpse mountains gather a lake of blood!

"Oh ~"

As soon as Chu Mo arrived here, he already found resentment. As soon as he was preparing for refining, Chu Mo found that he was underestimating the burial, and countless grievances poured into his body.

The resentment poured into the body, refining 10%, and 90% of the unresponsive resentment, invading the body and spirit!

"Get out!"

Chu Mo's eyes were red, and the pure Yang Yan rose in the body, trying to dispel the extra resentment. But it didn't seem to work at all, and resentment continued to flow in like moths.

If the whole body was cut off, he would not have a trace of resentment again.

The endless blood rose from the sea of ​​blood, wrapped in the grudge, wrapped around Chu Mo's whole body. Chu Mo no longer casts pure masculine inflammation, but concentrates on refining, let go of the crackdown, how much grievances come!

Wei Wuxian can do it, why can't he!

Horrible resentment accumulated in the body, with a bang, the blood water wrapped around Chu Mo exploded, the blood sea underneath rolled up the vortex, the entire height of the burial post, countless resentments continued to flow, alarming the countless corpses Undead!

Chu Mo's ghost Dao cultivation practice is also growing like a thousand miles!

…………