Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

From within the smoke and dust, fresh blood sprayed out. Like a flower of blood, the blood fell onto the ground. Under the reflection of the starlight, it looked extremely frightening.    

Soon after, the sound wave from Little Song sent people flying out like fallen leaves. They drew a long arc in the air before falling powerlessly to the ground in the distance, sprinkling streams of blood.    

In the plaza, the dust gradually settled. There were only a few people left who could stand.    

The others fell to the ground powerlessly, like puddles of mud. Blood was flowing out of their mouths, their Sea of Consciousness was severely injured, and their faces were pale.    

Xiao Song's one strike had actually heavily injured more than half of the people's sea of consciousness.    

"Little Song, well done!"    

Tang Xiaodao was so excited he almost jumped up, clenching his fists, he shouted loudly.    

Joy also appeared on Dugu Batian's face as he sighed, "This Xiao Song is truly too strong. The Spiritual Force is so heaven defying, actually heavily injuring the sea of consciousness of those fellows."    

Baili Erzhen nodded, his expression extremely serious. "That's right, the sound wave from earlier was not something that a human can stop. If we were to be yelled at by Little Song, I'm afraid that we would be able to preserve our lives. "    

Just then, Bai Xingwen spoke up: "It's a pity that Zhangsun Wenshu and the other four managed to avoid Xiao Song's sonic wave after being shot by a hundred li of arrow. It's a pity that they weren't able to harm my sea of consciousness."    

Indeed, the long grandson, Wen Shu and the others had pretty good luck. They had accidentally avoided the attack of the Spiritual Force's sound wave, but their sea of consciousness had not been harmed.    

As for the others, other than the two or three Rankers who possessed powerful Spiritual Force s, they were all injured and fell to the ground, unable to unleash their battle prowess in a short period of time.    

The eldest grandson Wen Shu brought Fu Yongsi and the other two along as they slowly walked over. The two or three experts who could still stand on their feet also followed along as they walked towards Chu Mo and the others.    

However, it was already difficult for him to maintain his arrogance and arrogance. His expression became very solemn as he stared unblinkingly at the huge beast, Little Song, in the air, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.    

Xiao Song did not attack again, only calmly floating in the air.    

Chu Mo was clear, it was not because Little Song did not want to help, but because it was temporarily unable to.    

That strike earlier had already exhausted all of Little Song's Spiritual Force. His figure seemed to have become somewhat illusory. If he were to forcefully attack again, it was very likely that he would be seriously injured from the backlash.    

Of course, Chu Mo did not let Xiao Song return to its original form. Instead, he ordered him to stay where he was, in order to create a deterrent effect.    

From this point of view, Chu Mo's plan was successful.    

The eldest grandson, Wen Shu, was indeed intimidated. He walked very slowly and cautiously.    

At this time, the Portal around Chu Mo and the others had already gradually stabilized, and they could faintly feel the aura within the Cyan World, giving off a mysterious feeling.    

Chu Mo estimated that he was still a little bit away from using the Portal, so he needed to delay a little more time.    

Zhangsun Wenshu also felt this point, so he wasn't in a hurry. He stopped two meters away, coldly looked at Chu Mo, and said: "Chu Mo, I really didn't think that you would actually have such a trump card."    

Chu Mo smiled slightly and said: "I still have a lot of trump cards on me. If you still want to continue, I don't mind showing them to you one by one."    

Zhangsun Wenshu sneered and said, "Bullsh * t, who doesn't know how to do that?"    

Chu Mo said indifferently: "Is that so? If you really want to know whether or not I'm boasting, Third Prince can try!    

The eldest grandson, Wen Shu, sneered. "So the only thing you can rely on is this external force!"    

"External force!?"    

Hearing this, Chu Mo acted as if he had heard a great joke, and said: "If we really rely on external forces, I'm afraid no one can compare to your grandson Wen Shu! If you weren't Third Prince, do you really think you could still survive until now without Xuanzhou Empire to make use of? Long ago in the Cyan World, if not for your Dao Protector's help, how could you have been Dugu's opponent? Long ago in the Xuan Zhou Imperial Palace, if not for the appearance of those guards, how could your young master Xuanyuan have been able to survive the hands of my Friend? External strength? How ridiculous! Without any external support, your eldest grandson Wen Shu is nothing. I, Chu Mo, can slash you at any time! "    

The eldest grandson, Wen Shu's smile became even colder. "Kill me?" You really think highly of yourself! "    

Chu Mo looked at the gradually stabilizing Portal behind him, and said: "I have always thought highly of myself, if I wanted to kill you, now is the time! However, your luck is not bad. I came to Xuan Zhou this time to save my brother, so I let you off. The next time we meet, I won't give you another chance to live! "    

The mouth of the eldest grandson Wen Shu suddenly curved into a profound smile. "What? Do you really think you can leave my Xuan Zhou? "    

Chu Mo laughed proudly, and said: "If I want to leave, how can you stop me? With just the few of you? "    

"With this vicious beast here, I really can't stop you!"    

Senior grandson Wen Shu had no choice but to admit this point, then changed the subject, and said: "Unfortunately, this place is still my Xuan Zhou. As the son of the Xuan Zhou, if I want to stop you, then I can definitely stop you! "    

Saying this, grandson Wen Shu faced the night sky and said: "Uncle Lin, please take action, keep these people here!"