Chapter 984:

"What's the matter? No! You still don't let us go!". The Golden Thread Clan member of the Bat Saint Clan suddenly turned around and stared at Chu Mo in the air, his voice a little sharp.
"This is the Nine Holy Realm. My Bat Saint Clan is one of the Saint Clan. Your little Witch Clan has hundreds of people. Don't you really want to be destroyed? In addition, even if you are nasty and annoy me, the Bat Saint Clan, you must Will die!" The words of this Jinxian tribe were gloomy, and you could see in Chu Mo that the intensity of that color was clear at a glance.
With the sharp voice of this golden thread tribe, the Bat Sages around him became fierce again, looking with red eyes, staring at Chu Mo, they were afraid, but they must dress like this now.
"Senior Mo Mo, let them go..." The trace of Nangong hesitated, and whispered towards Chu Mo.
Chu Mo saw the traces of Nangong. People here didn't want to kill people, so he rarely participated as an outsider. After hearing what he wanted to know, Chu Mo still had something to do on his own, and was not here for a long time.
"Calculate your Wuzu acquaintance!". Although the Jinxian tribe was relieved in his heart, the color still faded, so the Wu tribe asserted that they did not dare to make them too angry, but I don't think Chu Mo, who was terrible to him, wanted to leave now.
But at this time, what was supported by the clansman was Tiemu in a drowsy state, struggling to open his eyes and opening his mouth to Chu Mo's wrinkle.
"Don't let them go! Don't! How can you let go of the people who killed the people like this! If Brother Mo doesn't come today, my family will disappear, and the whole family will die... The size of this hatred must be reported!"
"But..." The trace of Nangong hesitated.
"But what! Let them go, do they thank us? They won't invade anymore. They won't hunt us as prey anymore! No! Traces, you are too stupid! No!
Brother Mo, Tiemou, please leave these Bat Sage people and kill them all! No! "Tiemu's struggling opening is even more excited and angry. He vomits blood, he won't be unconscious after gritting his teeth, panting. It turned out to be an old face, but now it is older, like a lamp that disappears at any time. "As long as Brother Mo helps, everything They all ask to obey us, and we can even realize that Brother Mo is the Lord! "The iron wood color is now a bit red, obviously the return light of the withered oil lamp.
The golden thread tribe of the Bat Sage tribe in the sky suddenly changed their complexion now, and they rushed away without hesitation until the surrounding tribe didn't care.
"As you wish, you don't need to acknowledge the Lord." Chu Mo glanced at Tiemu. The old man's past with him at the time appeared in his heart and these memories were a bit vague, but now they gradually become clearer.
When the old man was dying, he couldn't live long. Even if there is a panacea now, it would be difficult to maintain its vitality without the good fortune of Chu Mo.
Chu Mo sighed secretly, looked at the surrounding valley while attracting his eyes, raised his right hand to grasp the void, and the war witch who was standing outside the valley cave immediately flew out and was caught by Chu Mo.
Holding the pitch-black bow, Chu Mo was further in the air. He saw hundreds of people scattered in the distance, the Bat Sage tribe members who were quickly fleeing. His eyes slowly darkened, holding the bow in his left hand, and pulling the bowstring with his right, making a dim sound.
As the bow opened, a beam of golden light scattered from Chu Mo's body and turned into a golden arrow. The moment Chu Mo released the bow string with Chu Mo's right hand, the golden light roared, causing an astonishment across the sky. ripple.
Chu Mo kept pulling this bow, which aroused the attention of the surroundings. Especially the few war witches, their eyes are frenzied.
In order to know that this bow is in the Wu Clan, he only pulled it once. If you leave for the second time in a short time, the cost will be very miserable.
However, Chu Mo now has two consecutive times, the process is not stagnant at all, and the strength of his body is several times that of those fighting witches.
The second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow...
Chu Mo stood there, opening the bow and arrow once, and its speed was very fast. In the end, he opened it again almost as soon as the bowstring was loosened. The roar of the voice, the roar of the sky and the earth, a large number of ripples galloping in the sky. Down a road, every time an arrow is fired, there will be a roar. Several bat saints scream to death. No matter how fast they run, no matter how far they leave now, the arrow will risk their lives and shock the sky. The potential to disintegrate a life.
In 30 breaths, Chu Mo fired a total of more than 90 arrows. The sky was distorted, its roaring staggered, and it was deafening. It was farther away from the Bat Sage, terrified. They felt like these 30 breaths are in hell. .
Every time I heard the roar from behind, there was a sad death of the same race. The echo of the call may be the last voice heard in life.
This kind of extreme fear is enough to make the heart completely collapse. In 30 minutes, the number of people who escaped from a few hundred people, now only less than 20 people are left!
This kind of fear made a sharp and terrifying neigh in the trembling of the remaining bat holy clan, ignoring everything, unfolding the fastest speed, and fleeing frantically.
Until Chu Mo opened the bow again, the bow broke with a bang. In fact, this bow couldn't stand Chu Mo's continuous use and split.
The surrounding Wu Clan people facing Chu Mo are now dumbfounded. They know the strength of this bow very well, but the clearer they are, the stronger the vibration they see in this scene.
Especially in the battle of the witches, their expressions were vague, and they couldn't imagine what power they needed, and they would collapse if they couldn't stand the bow.
Putting down the broken bow, Chu Mo moved forward, and his figure disappeared instantly in just one step. This kind of disappearance is not invisible at too fast a speed, but it will really disappear. This is... teleportation!
The moment Chu Mo's figure disappeared, he appeared outside of the distant world. Before the human body of the Bat Sage tribe, this Bat Sage tribe didn't notice Chu Mo's arrival at all, and it was also in his pupils.
As he left, the man from the Bat Sage raced forward a few feet and opened his mouth wide. When he was confused, a blood hole appeared between his brows and his body fell straight to the ground.
The same scenes appeared in the sky one after another, and most of the scattered Bat Saint tribe members had already harvested their lives before they even noticed. Although the Zixian tribe among them noticed Chu Mo's appearance, they could not avoid the fingers being pressed in Chu Mo's indifference.
In this purple thread tribe, just like this rule of heaven and earth, when it appeared, it gave him a sense of destiny that he could not get rid of. As the darkness before his eyes, his head whizzed past.
Chu Mo retracted his finger. This finger is nameless, it is his finger killing intent after he has experienced countless reincarnations in the immortal world, after infinite years.
This finger includes the fusion of the immortal world, although it is not Chu Mo's own past and future, there are still positives and negatives!
Now between this world, there are only two people of the bat holy tribe who are still escaping frantically, one is the golden thread bat holy tribe, and the other is injured. I don’t know what kind of secret it has done. The speed of escape is comparable to that of the bat Family.
These two people are completely different in two directions. The gap is very far. It seems that there is only a little left, but it is getting blurred.
Chu Mo's expression was calm. He looked down at the snake with his head raised on his shoulders, and pointed at the purple thread tribe in the distance. The snake quickly jumped out of Chu Mo's shoulder like a thunder, and went straight to that with incredible speed. Purple line
Chu Mo was here and saw the Jinxian tribe with strange dots in his eyes. In fact, if Tiemu didn't wake up, he could not suggest that Nangong traces completely kill the Bat Sage tribe.
"The appearance of the Bat Sage is similar to Moon Wing... There is no connection. In the candle nine shades, the person I saw said three generations of barbaric gods before death... Moon Wing.
I don’t know if there is any connection. "Chu Mo shone, and his body disappeared on the spot.
In the sky, a member of the Jinxian tribe of the Bat Sage tribe, this man has a gloomy face, fear and fear appeared in his eyes, he felt all the death of the tribe, and once again felt the terribleness of Mosu strongly. "Damn, why do you encounter such a fear, its physical strength can withstand the attack of a dozen purple threads. This kind of intrepidity is bigger than I can bear!
I am afraid that even the elders of the family can hardly do this! stop! What kind of exercises did he cultivate and how could he achieve this level! stop!
His name is Mo Su. Looking at the appearance of the Wu people, these people know very well, but the expression of the Wu people is almost shocking. In the memory of these people, I don't think it is so strong. So, what good fortune did he gain in this Nine Saint Realm, so terrible?
In the tenth month, the golden thread bat family of "Maybe" took a deep breath. A month ago, I thought there was a gap in the tenth month of the sky, and someone might have torn the gap in it.
Considering this, the color of the golden bat clan changes drastically.