Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

The Onmyoji squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Mo quietly. He found that Chen Mo and Lie Ruhuo had a layer of golden light covering their bodies firmly.

"Body protection divine light!" The Onmyoji exclaimed, his expression becoming solemn: "Master Chen, I really didn't expect that you are not a martial artist, but a master of magic!"

"It's painful for you to hide Liu Sheng's knife!"

Chen Mo sneered: "Master of spells? You didn't think of it."

Chen Mo looked around, held Lie Ruhuo with one hand, and gently waved the other hand, shouting in his mouth: "Broken!"

The cylinder immediately exposed a door, and Chen Mo walked out calmly, holding Lieqiang's hand.

This time, the Onmyoji did not show any surprise, the magic master with the body protection divine light, this yin and yang formation could not stop him.

"Master Chen, it seems that I really underestimated you." Onmyoji said in a deep voice, "Remember, my name is Sasuzuru!"

After finishing speaking, Sasuzuru's figure retreated ten feet violently, his hands stretched out slowly, and his body was filled with black energy.

"Come out, my puppets!"

Those black smoke fell on the ground and suddenly turned into black warriors one after another. Chen Mo discovered that these warriors actually had the strength of the peak of the inner realm.

These samurai are crushed by black, I am afraid that there are no fewer than hundreds, and their gaze is dull, obviously not the real life, but the puppet that Sasuzuru did not know how to refine.

Hundreds of puppet warriors in the inner realm who are not afraid of death, even if they are strong in the **** realm, they are afraid that they will be softened.

"drink!"

But it was over, and with Sasu Tsuru's loud shout, ten puppets of the realm of grand masters appeared in the end, two of whom had already reached the master of body protection realm.

Chen Mo couldn't help sighing: "I have long heard that the onmyojis of the Donglin clan are good at puppetry, and now it seems to be well-deserved. Ten grandmasters plus hundreds of warriors at the peak of the inner realm, and all of them are not afraid of death. The puppet, these battles just make people feel that their hairs are standing upside down!"

Sasuzuru triumphantly laughed and said: "Master Chen, in order to deal with you, I have defeated all the wealth accumulated over the years. I hope you don't let me down!"

Chen Mo said indifferently: "Don't worry, I haven't killed a happily in a long time. It just happens that these non-human things let me practice my hands!"

"Huh!" Sasuzuru's face was ugly: "Master Chen, you underestimate my puppet, and you will know that these non-human things are much scarier than real people!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Chen Mo's face was calm and calm.

Sasuzuru waved his hand at the puppets: "Tear him to pieces for me!"

Suddenly, the puppet army began to rush towards Chen Mo like a tide, directly submerging Chen Mo in the black ocean.

Chen Mo glanced at Lie Ruhuo: "Follow me!"

Lie Ruhuo nodded: "En!"

Chen Mo carried his hands on his back, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, as if walking on a beautiful grassy path, not as if he were fighting at all.

Those puppets that rushed over were directly smashed by Chen Mo with a punch, and then dissipated into a black smoke.

With hundreds of puppet army, plus ten master-level masters, it can be said that Sasu Tsuru can pass through a martial arts sect.

Chen Mo slowly walked among the puppet army, waving his hands repeatedly, and the puppets that were three meters close to him were directly smashed and killed by him.

Along the way, no puppet can get within three meters of his body.

Chen Mo is like a lawn mower, constantly harvesting the lives of these puppets. Sasuzuru, who was watching from a distance of several meters, couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

"Is he a martial artist or a master of spells? Doesn't it mean that masters of spells are not good at close combat at all?" Sasu Tsuru was also confused, he really couldn't figure out which one Chen Mo was cultivating.

One meter, two meters, ten meters, along the way, the puppets kept disappearing, and the number dropped sharply.

Sasuzuru's face also became more and more ugly, until Chen Mo killed the last puppet, his face was still not flushed and breathless.

Sasu Tsuru was stunned to watch, forgetting to wipe his sweat, and swallowing saliva.

Chen Mo looked at Sasu Crane, with his hands on his back, his face calmly: "Anything else? I just warmed up!"

Sasu Tsuru almost burst into tears, this was the puppet he had accumulated for most of his life, and was so swept away by Chen Mo.

But Chen Mo said he just warmed up!

Shame, great shame!

"Boy, I'm at odds with you!" Sasuzuru roared loudly.

"I know, you have already expressed your opinion a long time ago." Chen Mo said lightly, his expression unchanged.

"You die for me!" Sasuzuru bit his tongue abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His whole person became extremely hideous. He smiled and drew symbols in the air with his blood: "Master Chen, you destroy the puppet I have accumulated for half my life, and I will not let you die!"

Looking at the talisman drawn by Sasu Tsuru, Chen Mo didn't care at first, but immediately Chen Mo's expression became serious.

"This is a summoning talisman. I didn't expect the Donglin Clan's Onmyoji to know the summoning talisman!" Chen Mo was a little surprised.

Sasu Tsuru grinned and said, "It's surprising, you must die here today!"

"What do you want to summon? You seemed to be using contract summoning just now. What did you sign a contract with?" Chen Mo asked in a solemn voice.

"Of course I have signed a contract with the most noble **** of our Donglin Clan, the God of Eight Differences, and the God of Eight Differences said that you must die!"

Chen Mo frowned: "The Eight-Different Monster Snake in the myths and legends of the Donglin Clan?"

"Then I want to see, where did this myth and legend come from?" Chen Mo was faintly looking forward to it. If Sasu Tsuru can really summon the Eight-Different Demon Snake, then Chen Mo can take the opportunity to look at the myths and legends of the Donglin tribe. Where did the gods come from?

You can even ask, what happened in ancient times?

Chen Mo has always suspected that in the remote ancient times, there must be a civilization of the cultivators of immortals, otherwise the myths and legends on the earth are very similar to those of the cultivators of immortality.

Also, the killer in the death organization that attacked him last time, he actually has the power of the second-winged light envoy of the light clan.

The Guangming clan is a large clan among the thousands of immortal cultivators. Chen Mo had dealt with the holy sons of the Guangming clan back then, and he never heard of their descendants on earth.

However, based on the bits and pieces discovered on the earth, Chen Mo couldn't help but doubt that in the remote ancient times, among the thousands of immortal races, there must have been some ethnic groups that had survived on the earth, and even left their inheritance.

Sasuzuru's summoning talisman had already been drawn, and a whirlpool appeared above his head.

In the whirlpool, thunder and lightning flashed, and the surrounding wind was violent.

Sasuzuru's whole body began to tremble violently, as if some power was hanging over him.

A huge snake head suddenly protruded from the vortex of the clouds, followed by another snake head, and eight snake heads appeared in a row.

Every snake's head has the size of a tank car. These are just the heads of the snake. I haven't seen the body of the snake yet. If the entire Eight-Different Monster Snake appears, I don't know how big it will be.

"It's you who called me?" The voice of Baqi Demon Snake rumbling, deafening.

"Respected God of Battle of the Eight Differences, is your servant who needs your help?" Sasu Tsuru knelt on the ground respectfully, worshiping the eight snake heads in the void vortex.