"Four Martial Saint powerhouses?" Jiang Mo said with some surprise.

On his side, plus he only has three Martial Saints, and in the Immortal Palace, in addition to those four Martial Saint powerhouses, there must be other cultivators, which should not be underestimated.

"What are the realms of these four people? Jiang Mo pondered for a moment and asked again.

Only by figuring out the realm of the four people can we formulate a targeted plan.

"The hall master is a three-star martial saint, and he hasn't made a move for many years. No one knows how effective he is.

The Right Protector Envoy is a two-star peak Martial Saint, even if he fights with a three-star Martial Saint, he can not fall behind. ”

"As for the deputy hall master and the law enforcement hall master, they are all one-star martial saints, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, maybe the hall master will forgive you for your crimes. The spy spoke.

After learning this, Jiang Mo left here, and when he passed by the eight-armed divine ape, the latter asked with his eyes what to do with the spy.

Jiang Mo nodded, and motioned to the eight-armed divine ape, which could be dealt with at will.

The eight-armed ape walked up to the spy with a fierce glint on his face, causing the latter's face to change drastically.

"Didn't you say you could spare me?" the spy shouted screaming, his voice full of horror.

"Childe let you go, but I don't plan to let you go!" The eight-armed god ape smiled, clenched his fists, and the terrifying power burst out, and the spy turned into a cloud of blood mist directly under this punch.

"Prepare well, there may be a tough battle to fight tomorrow!"

Jiang Mo lowered his head and ordered, then sat down cross-legged and began to practice.

The eight-armed divine ape and Wu Nu all showed a heavy look on their faces and began to practice.

The Immortal Hall has brought a lot of pressure to everyone, and even the other monks who are cultivating here feel that there is a faint feeling of depression that is about to come.

Lin Xiyue couldn't help much, so she had to pray silently in her heart that Jiang Mo could successfully pass the hurdle in front of her.

The night was uneventful, and when the next day dawned, the darkness receded like a tide again.

A ray of light fell on the square, shining on Jiang Mo and the others.

"Are you going to start?" Jiang Mo slowly opened his dark eyes and muttered to himself.

He had sensed that there was a very large force rushing towards this place from a distance.

"Bold fanatic, when you see the hall master of the Immortal Palace, you still don't kneel?"

At this moment, a dull shout, like a thunderbolt, suddenly sounded in the sky.

Jiang Mo looked up and saw that in mid-air, there was a tower-like figure descending here.

It was from his mouth that the shouts came out.

"What kind of thing are you, dare to make my son-in-law kneel?" The eight-armed divine ape suddenly stood up, his size was also very shocking, compared to the tower-like figure, it was not much better.

"Hehe, okay, since they're all here, let's kill them all. Save yourself the trouble of looking for them one by one in the future. ”

An indifferent voice came from above, and I saw a black cloud shrouded in it, and an old man in a purple robe with deep-set eyes said indifferently.

Jiang Mo got up slowly, and after seeing the purple-robed old man, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

This old man put the most pressure on him, maybe it was the hall master who had reached the three-star martial saint, Fu Tianxing.

The cultivators who cultivated here left one after another, for fear that Jiang Mo's battle would affect others.

"Fu Tianxing, this old ghost, actually came forward in person. I can't imagine how powerful this old ghost's strength is now!"

"As far as I know, twenty years ago, he struck once, and he killed a three-star martial saint monk. Now, I guess he's already stepped into a four-star martial saint, right?"

"Now the white-haired young man and the others will definitely not be able to stop them. After all, the Hall of Immortality has stood here for an unknown number of years. How could the three of them be easily shaken?"

Everyone talked about it.

After Fu Tianxing appeared, an old man in sackcloth, his figure was a little rickety, but a pair of old eyes occasionally burst out with sharp essence, as sharp as an eagle falcon.

This person is the right protector of the Immortal Palace, and he has the strength of a two-star martial saint.

As for the tower-like figure before, it was the deputy hall master of the Immortal Palace, Zhao Feihu.

The Lord of the Law Enforcement Hall followed closely behind, wearing armor and holding a spear, and he was imposing.

At the same time, there were hundreds of monks from the Martial Venerable realm, following behind these people, obviously all from the Immortal Palace.

This kind of lineup gives people a very terrible sense of oppression.

"In the past, you killed my three sons and killed one of my left protectors, you and the others did it?" Fu Tianxing's cold gaze, in front of Jiang Mo and the others, swept over one by one, and said indifferently.

No one knows what he's thinking at the moment.

He has a total of seven sons, and now he has three sons beheaded, and his favorite seventh son has also been beheaded, so you can imagine his mood.

"Since you know, why do you want to ask knowingly?" Jiang Mo raised his head and said lightly.

Jiang Mo's words undoubtedly shocked more people.

Standing in front of him, but the hall master of the Immortal Palace, his prestige is far and wide, who dares to despise it?

"Good. If you dare to admit it, it has exceeded the old man's expectations. Today, a few of you will have to pay the price. The old man will let you know that death will be a luxury for you!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Tianxing took a step suddenly, and his momentum climbed wildly, and in an instant, he reached the peak of the three-star martial saint.

Sensing this momentum, Jiang Mo's brows also frowned slightly.

"Childe, this old immortal, leave it to me!" The eight-armed divine ape took a step, and his burly body stood in front of Jiang Mo and said.

"Good. ”

Jiang Mo nodded and agreed, among the three of them, the cultivation of the eight-armed divine ape was the highest, and it was appropriate for him to fight.

"Truly, dare to take the initiative against the young hall, the old man is going to pick your skin. Make adult leather clothes. The old man in sackcloth said with a strange smile, the strength of the right protector of the Immortal Palace should not be underestimated.

"Childe, let the slave family kill this annoying old man. Wu Nu took a step, her eyes flashed, and said.

"Good. ”

At this time, there were still two Martial Saint Realm monks left on the opposite side.

The deputy hall master of the Immortal Palace, as well as the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, both of them exploded in momentum, and they were both in the realm of the peak of the one-star martial saint.

How should Jiang Mo resist?

The deputy hall master, with an iron tower-like body, exuded a violent aura.

And the master of the law enforcement hall, his face was extremely cold, holding a spear, and a killing intent as thick as substance rushed towards him.

"Boy, do you think that with your strength, you can resist the two of us joining forces?" The deputy hall master sneered disdainfully, in his opinion, a figure like Jiang Mo, he could defeat ten with one hand.

Jiang Mo also smiled and said, "If you don't try, how do you know?"

When the words fell, the earth-shattering killing intent suddenly swept up!

(End of chapter)