Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

Huh!

With a loud noise, the mech was directly smashed to pieces by Chen Mo's Profound God's fist, and the American man who controlled the mech was also bled by the shock of Qiqiao, and died of anger.

The supernatural person in the sky was full of horror and yelled: "God, what power is this!"

After that, regardless of his companions on the ground, he turned around and ran.

Chen Mo couldn't understand what he said, but Chen Mo would never let him escape.

With a gleam of golden light, the Heavenly Slashing Sword split the supernatural person in half with a sword from behind, and the blood rained down.

When the two of them died, they didn't expect Chen Mo to have such a perverted strength, and he didn't even have a chance to destroy the counter for them.

Chen Mo searched the two of them, but Chen Mo did not expect to find anything good from these Americans.

However, Chen Mo unexpectedly found dozens of spiritual stones on the two of them!

For Chen Mo, this is an urgent need.

"Why do these Americans have so many spirit stones on them? Where did they get them?" Chen Mo felt that after going out, maybe they should go abroad.

Chen Mo only took the spirit stone and three beast cores from the two of them, and Chen Mo had no interest in the other things.

Chen Mo went back to the river again, and got rid of the awkward beast he was chasing just now, and got another black beast core.

The strange beast was still staring at his death. I guess it really couldn't figure out why the tiny human being chased by it just now suddenly became so powerful.

Chen Mo continued to move east, and he found a small village, but it had been abandoned for a long time, and he could barely see that it was once a village.

Many of the things inside have almost become dust, and no useful information can be found.

Chen Mo continued to move forward, intending to pass through the small woods behind the village, but at this moment, he heard the sound of fighting not far away.

Chen Mo followed the sound. Two groups of people confronted each other in a depression under the small forest. Not far away was the corpse of a strange beast, and the core of the beast had been taken away.

However, the strength of the two sides is obviously not equal, one has only two people, and the other has four people.

The inferior party is the Russian, and the two have been animalized and wounded on their bodies.

On the other side are two Americans and two Eagles. Among the Americans, one is black and the other is white. One of the Eagles was an ascetic monk wearing a black robe and running around barefoot, and the other was a tall white man in armor.

The United States and the Eagles have united to deal with the two Russians. Four to two, the result can be imagined.

The two sides fought and scolded in English. The Russian national scolding was really not a vegetarian, and the four opponents who scolded had nothing to say.

However, no matter how the two Russians scolded, they could not scold the enemy away.

After the four took a break, they began to launch a new round of attacks on the two.

The two Russians had a chance to destroy the counter and escape, but they seemed to have planned to kill each other.

It seems that it is not only Ji Wuya who is ready to die rather than retreat, but the players from several other countries have also made plans to die bravely.

Chen Mo thought about it for a while. Although it is not known whether Ji Wuya has made an alliance with the Russians, the enemy's enemy is his friend. Since the Eagle Nation and the U.S. have already formed an alliance, the Fa Nation must also be in trouble with them.

If the power of the three countries were added together, even Chen Mo would not be absolutely sure to defeat it.

Chen Mo decided, in any case, to save the two Russians first.

Below, the werewolf among the Russians had spotted Chen Mo in advance.

With a smile on his face, he immediately shouted to Chen Mo: "Friends from China, we need your help!"

The Russian spoke Huaxia. Although it sounded a little awkward, Chen Mo could understand it.

It is not uncommon for Russians to speak Chinese. After all, the two countries border on diplomatic alliances, so there will naturally be many cultural exchanges.

Especially in recent years, China's national strength has prospered, and many Russians have come to China for development.

The two Americans and the Eagles were startled at first. When they saw that Chen Mo was alone, their expressions suddenly relaxed.

Four against three, there is still a big chance of winning.

Chen Mo soon came to the battlefield and looked at the werewolf who could speak Chinese.

The werewolf said happily: "Friend, how about your teammates? Why are you alone?"

"I'm alone." Chen Mo said lightly.

The werewolf was a little disappointed, and smiled miserably at Chen Mo: "Thank you, friend from China, if you have only one person, then you should leave!"

"We are already injured and can't leave, so don't bother you!"

Chen Mo said lightly: "You are so kind, it's not in vain that I will come out to save you!"

Turning his head, Chen Mo stared at the other four people, did not speak, just hooked his fingers at them contemptuously.

This action is more effective than any provocative words.

"Damn, really arrogant and ignorant Huaxia, I will hand him over to me, I will use my sharpest dagger to tear him apart!" The white man in the United States gritted his teeth and said.

The two of the Eagles were more direct than the Americans. The white man in armor suddenly raised the cross sword and slashed at Chen Mo.

Above the blade, a white light was emitted, that power did not belong to the true energy of the martial artist, nor did it belong to the spiritual power of the cultivator, it seemed to be the energy between the two.

Chen Mo knew that in the West, that white light was called holy light, and the power that person possessed was holy power.

Chen Mo finally remembered why he felt the illusion of deja vu in these Eagle nations, because the so-called sacred power was the power possessed by the Guangming clan among the immortal cultivators.

However, the sacred power on the earth is much weaker than the real Guangming race. You must know that even if the Guangming Clan is placed in the Cultivation Clan, it is still a big clan.

Chen Mo faced the sword and punched it out.

However, in front of the Russians, Chen Mo did not exert all his strength. Until the last moment, it is not easy for him to expose his strength prematurely.

If he hides his strength, Chen Mo cannot kill these people, but Chen Mo's purpose is not to kill, as long as he saves the two Russians.

A punch shook the white man back, and the four crooked nationals shook their heads. From their expressions, you can guess that they should have been shocked by the strength that Chen Mo showed.

In the rear, the two Russians were also shocked by Chen Mo's strength.

According to their previous cognition, the strength of Chinese warriors can be seen through age. Generally, the older the warriors are, the stronger the strength, but Chen Mo is obviously very young, but he was able to shake back the sacred knight of Eagle Country!

"Hi, friend from China, what is your name? Are you the most powerful warrior in China?" The Russian werewolf asked from behind.

Chen Mo didn't look back, and said coldly: "The mud bodhisattva crosses the river and is still thinking about this gossip. Let's worry about your own safety first!"

The werewolf looked depressed and muttered, "Why does the Bodhisattva cross the river?"

He only speaks some Chinese languages, but he doesn't know much about the extensive and profound Chinese characters.

The holy knight missed a hit, and the four seemed to be ready to go together.

The black American man was surrounded by black energy, and called the first one to rush towards Chen Mo.

Another American began to sing, the temperature in the air suddenly rose, and a huge fireball appeared in the air.

The warrior of Ying Country also raised the cross sword and hacked it out at Chen Mo again.

In the end, the ascetic monk slowly raised his hands, facing the sky without knowing what he was chanting, Chen Mo felt a powerful energy wave emanating from the ascetic monk, resonating with an unknown law in the sky.