Under the surprised gaze of the monks, the cracks on the surface of the huge Zhaotian Seal changed from one or two to tens of millions, from one foot long to several zhang, dozens of zhang, and even hundreds of zhang, and the cracks continued to spread and expand, and in just a few breaths, the dense cracks completely covered the huge body of the Zhaotian Seal. Mr. Mo Er's blood spurted wildly, and he kept pinching the magic weapon in his hand, wanting to withdraw the magic weapon that was the most important thing for him, but before his magic was finished, Zhao Tianyin suddenly shook violently.

"Boom-"

The next moment, in the earth-shattering explosion, the Zhaotian Seal, which was equally huge in size and power, suddenly exploded from the middle, and the fragments of the magic weapon flew out like a torrential rain, and the surrounding monks were shocked, shouted, and hurriedly dodged.

There was a desperate scream in the sky, and in the blood in the sky, Mr. Mo Er's body was like an out-of-control meteor, falling straight to the ground from mid-air, banging, splashing a cloud of dust, and his body twitched a few times in pain, but he couldn't stand up again.

The dust dissipated, and a tall figure, with a straight waist, stood proudly in the field, with a swarthy scalp, shining, and under the tattered clothes, the white jade-like skin shone with dazzling brilliance, and the muscles were knotted, looking so hideous and majestic.

It's thunder!

At his feet, Mr. Mo Er's body was lying straight on the ground, his whole body was covered with blood, and his eyes were staring at the sky blankly, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The monks stood still and looked at the majestic figure, their eyes full of surprise and reverence. They couldn't figure out what the young man in front of them was about, and what kind of terrifying magic technique he was cultivating, but with only the strength of his physical body, he not only received the terrifying blow of Zhaotianyin unscathed, but also blasted this famous magic weapon in the fairy world into pieces!

This person, can't be messed with! A thought came to the minds of everyone present almost at the same time. But at the same time, some of them were about to cry, and those who had participated in the siege before were crying one by one: they had just done something to others, and if he was angry, he would come back in revenge......

At first, they saw that Lei Dong was just a young boy of unknown origin, and his cultivation was not very high, so they dared to attack him in groups, but now...... These monks have all their dead hearts!

Lei Dong stood with his hands in his hands, his gaze sweeping over the group of monks. These monks were terrified and wanted to run, but when they thought about it, they could run. Not to mention the speed of others, it is the strength of others, the elusive body, can run for a while, can you run for a lifetime? In a worried mood, he didn't dare to make eye contact with Lei Dong, lest he accidentally annoy this killing god.

"This guy's life and the things on his body, yours," Lei Dong suddenly spoke, his chin pointed to Mr. Mo Er, who was lying on the ground and still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and then pointed to the fragments of the Zhaotian Seal magic weapon scattered around with his hand, and said, "Those fragments, mine!" ”

"Huh?" The surrounding monks didn't react for a while, and this good thing?

Look at the time when he said this, the young man in front of him was full of smiles, his tone was gentle, his demeanor was even sincere and simple, except for the bald head that looked somewhat dazzling, he was completely a gentle monk, and he could not see the slightest violent tendency, nor the slightest ruthlessness.

However, it was this guy who looked unusually gentle, not long ago, he personally crushed dozens of magic weapons, personally beat dozens of monks to the point of spurting blood, and even, an old qualified golden immortal, after being beaten violently by him, is now lying at his feet, dying, and seeing that he is no longer alive!

Many monks are already regretting it, they already know that this person is not so fierce and vicious, why do they bother to wade into this troubled water, isn't this finding it for themselves?

However, Lei Dong's words still made them stunned for a moment: But instead of doing it to themselves, they want to share the good things on Mr. Mo Er's body to themselves? It's true? Or is there some conspiracy?

I haven't seen any movements from these monks for a long time, Lei Dong shook for a moment, and immediately understood, pointed to Mr. Mo Er on the ground, and smiled: "This guy is not dead yet, he threatened you just now, do you think he will let you go in the future?" ”

Only then did the monks suddenly come to their senses, this Mr. Mo Er wanted to come to be known for his small energy and his ability to repay him, if he let the tiger return to the mountain today, he would definitely be in a big trouble one day! It's not that no one thought that Lei Dong refused to do it, but let the surrounding monks do it, and there was inevitably a suspicion of dragging everyone into the water, but this Mr. Mo Er himself is a loose cultivator, although his cultivation is high, there are no big sects behind him as backers, and his friends are extremely limited, such a person, even if he is a top master at the Xuan Immortal level, he will kill him, can there be any troubles?

Besides, how many good things will a Golden Immortal-level master have on him? Just thinking about it makes people cold-eyed. It's worth the risk!

Mr. Mo Er, who was lying on the ground, naturally heard the words of Lei Dong, and instantly understood the truth, and struggled with all his strength in shock, but at this moment, his whole body's spiritual power collapsed, and the bones on his body were almost broken inch by inch, where could he still move? The surrounding monks rushed up, and all kinds of magic weapons came out, and in just an instant, Mr. Mo Er was cut into a ball of meat sauce.

Originally, a golden immortal was not easy to kill like this, his spiritual power, and his physical strength, which continued to improve with the realm, were very difficult to hurt. But today's Mr. Mo Er was seriously injured in the fight with Lei Dong, and his spiritual power was greatly damaged, and then he exploded again, and he was forced to sacrifice the Zhaotian Seal, and the spiritual power of the whole body was not one in ten, in this case, the Zhaotian Seal, who originally thought that he could make meritorious contributions in a battle, was actually damaged by the thunder and turned into a pair of pieces, which made his divine sense and spiritual power completely fatally injured, and when he fell to the ground, he had run out of oil and dried up, and he was dying of breath. Under the attack of hundreds of Mahayana, True Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals, they were completely wiped out without any resistance.

It was only at this time that the monks had a dreamlike feeling: we actually killed a golden immortal with our own hands! Oh my God, how many monks will go crazy with this kind of thing? When they looked at the thunder again, their hearts were filled with indescribable meanings: doubts, fears, and worship......

And Lei Dong watched the every move of these monks, but he secretly shook his head in his heart, alas, immortals, immortals, such immortals, and those ordinary people in the mortal world, what is the difference? (To be continued.) )