Thorn Mountain.
Countless limbs and broken bones spread from the foot of the mountain to the nameless village.
These corpses were all dressed in dragon-scale iron armor, but the extremely defensive armor seemed to have no effect at all. Some were cut open even with the armor, some had their hearts pierced, and many had their heads cut off with a sword... ...Although the deaths were in various strange ways, it was obvious that they all died by swords.
The blood dyed the land red and gathered into streams, gurgling and flowing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood!
There are also some dragons, horses and beasts that have lost their owners. They are eating the corpses on the ground due to hunger, and the corpses are in pieces. Various broken swords, spears, shields and other weapons are scattered around the corpses, and their fractures are also flat. Incomparable sword marks.
In the second month after Shen Mo and Chen Mengze moved into Wuming Mountain Village, Qing State mobilized tens of thousands of troops and marched with the overwhelming power of Mount Tai, intending to completely kill them in Thorny Mountain.
The result was obvious, this elite army was defeated by Shen Mo and others.
In the slightly flat mountain col, there was originally a temporary military camp for the Qingguo army. At this time, corpses and blood were everywhere.
In the open space in the center of the pile of corpses, the commander of the Qing army was trampled under his feet by Shen Mo. He could not move and could only keep uttering vicious curses. This man was the strongest opponent Shen Mo had ever encountered after coming to the world of Shinto. He borrowed the power of the gods. Later, he was able to transform into a five-foot giant, and even broke his robe, leaving a small wound on his body!
"You have spent too much in the battle. Why don't you rest for a few days and wait until you recover before facing the god?" Chen Mengze wetted the brocade handkerchief with the water he brought with him and wiped off the stain on Shen Mo's face. After being stained with blood, he said with a worried look.
Shen Mo raised the fine iron heavy sword and began to carve blood-stained spiritual patterns on the back of the commander of the Qing army: "If I stay here for one more day, my strength will weaken. Something may happen in the next few days, so it's better to do it sooner rather than later. Late!"
Although he is taking Zhuangxue Powder every day, Shen Mo clearly feels that his current strength is much weaker than when he first entered this world, and will continue to become weaker as time goes by. If things go on like this, even if he returns to the Xuanhuang World , and it would take a lot of effort to recover, seriously delaying his cultivation progress.
If you stay in the Shinto world for a hundred and eighty years, you may not even be able to maintain your cultivation in the Shenqiao realm, and you will have to fall back to the Yuan Dan realm!
As for the commander of the Qing army whom he has captured alive, there is a high probability that he can borrow enough power from the gods to fully activate the effect of the spirit pattern. By then, as long as he kills the god he enshrines, he will be able to successfully escape from this world where immortality is not manifest. !
"Damn extraterrestrial evil spirits, don't think I don't know...what arrogant ideas you have!"
The commander-in-chief of the Qing army spat out blood and cursed indistinctly.
The spirit pattern hadn't been carved yet. Every time he tried to recite the incantation to sacrifice himself, he would be kicked off by Shen Mo. At this time, most of his teeth had fallen out.
This person is not only the most powerful disciple of the gods in the world, but also a high-level official in the Qing Kingdom. He knows a lot about various secrets, including the origins of Shen Mo, Chen Mengze and others, including the efficacy of the spiritual patterns engraved on his back...
"How can you, a being as small as an ant, understand the power and extraordinary power of our Lord? Since you are seeking death, I will help you!"
The last stroke of the spiritual pattern was completed.
Shen Mo put away the fine iron heavy sword, released his suppression of the Qing army commander, and then led Chen Mengze back dozens of feet.
At the same time, this powerful disciple of the god had a crazy look on his face, spitting out blood and scum and chanting in a low voice; as he began to sacrifice his own flesh and blood, soul, life essence, etc., blood emerged out of thin air in his body. A powerful mysterious force makes his body expand and rise!
But he did not transform into the five-foot-long giant he had been before. In the next moment, the blood-colored spiritual patterns lit up, and all the mysterious power emerging from his body was intercepted.
"Ahem!"
The swollen body of the commander of the Qing army slumped, and his whole person instantly turned into a rickety old man with white beard and hair!
But the bloody spirit patterns on his back became more and more brilliant.
Shen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the sword in one hand and holding Chen Mengze's jade hand tightly with the other, waiting for the changes here.
"Buzz!"
The blood-colored spirit pattern suddenly burst out into a dazzling light, turning the entire world into blood red, and powerful spatial fluctuations swept out.
When their vision returned, Shen Mo and Chen Mengze discovered that they had appeared in a strange space...
Everything you can see is blood red.
The blood-red red sun hangs high in the sky, and the sunlight shines through the blood-red mist, forming mottled light and shadow;
Broken stone tablets, yellowed human bones, rusty weapons, and desolate ruins are scattered among the dead trees and grass, forming an ancient and mysterious picture that makes you feel like you are in an ancient battlefield!
And through the bloody mist, a majestic cloud-like mountain can be vaguely seen in the distance...
With help, Shen Mo saw clearly that this high mountain was not a real mountain, but a towering giant sitting cross-legged on the ground with a blurred face and covered in ferocious scales!
"Is it the God of Martial Power?"
The commander of the Qing army enshrined a god who was revered as the "Mighty and Demonic General" by the Qing god's disciples. He was in charge of many powers related to bravery, war and killing, and he sacrificed himself to this god. , can obtain martial arts and war talents that far exceed those of other gods’ disciples!
After seeing this "God of Martial Power" with his own eyes, Shen Mo immediately knew that it was not a powerful creature and had no independent personality or intelligence at all.
Its form of existence is closer to the evil spirits he has encountered!
As if he sensed that an outsider had invaded his territory, "God of Wuwei" slowly stood up and let out an unexplained scolding sound, which was like rolling thunder constantly impacting the minds of Shen Mo and Chen Mengze.
The next moment, it waved its big hand covered with bone spurs, like a mountain rock, and patted Shen Mo down.
"Boom!"
The entire sky and earth trembled violently, and there was a palm print the size of a lake on the ground.
However, Shen Mo had already used the effect and appeared more than ten miles away with Chen Mengze in his arms, barely escaping the mighty god's giant palm!
"Are all the gods in this world so powerful? With such strength, how can other foreign monks complete the task of killing gods?" Chen Mengze let go of his arm around Shen Mo's waist, fell from him, and frowned. He frowned and said coldly.
"There are only strong and weak gods in the Shinto world. The strong ones are unpredictable, and the weak ones cannot even compare to their disciples. Before the fight, no one knows the strength of the god they are facing!"
"We are not very lucky. The mighty god we met is probably one of the most powerful gods."
