Fix your sister's fairy

"You ......!" Countless people from the same world as Namo Zhongshu looked at Mo Yi angrily, and the lines on their bodies lit up, looking like they were choosing people to devour.

"Oh, do you want to come?" Mo Yi shook the blood sword, but no blood splattered, after all, Mo Zhongshu's blood had been drained from the moment he was beheaded.

The power of the soul in the spirit pattern world comes from the spirit pattern that comes with birth, and the person who has the spirit pattern is respected as the spirit pattern messenger, and the spirit pattern is divided into three, six, nine and other grades, the weakest and most influential, is the ninth grade spirit pattern, an ignorant boy with the spirit pattern is the ninth grade spirit pattern messenger as long as he exercises a little, and the spirit pattern can only be compared with the immortal stage of the immortal cultivation world when he reaches the fifth level, and it is not difficult to see the level of the two worlds.

And Mo Zhongshu, who Mo Yi killed, is a second-class spirit pattern messenger, in his world, he can already become a hero, a guest of the empire, and a guest of the ancient family, and in the abyss of all worlds, he will be destroyed with a sword.

"These guys are here to be funny, a group of people from the low-demon world who think they are superior. Mo Yi looked at these guys who were tough after losing their leaders, but they were actually panicking and scared in their hearts, and they were speechless.

It's probably because I'm used to calling for wind and rain in the original world, and when I came to the abyss of all worlds, I didn't realize that I was actually a fart, which led to the wrong judgment and cognition of the crisis, so as to make the current attitude of looking for death.

Mo Yi thought about it casually and came up with the inner situation of this group of guys, and then he tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers, although these guys can't pose any real threat to themselves at all, but they will be more or less troublesome after being hated, I remember that a great man said, cutting grass does not remove roots, and the spring breeze blows and is born......

"Well, all of you will take my sword, and then I will not blame the past. Mo Yi happily raised his sword, and swung it down as he spoke.

The nine-headed golden lion king on the ground and the grandson Ruoji on his back stopped fighting, looked up at Mo Yi's sword, both of them sank in their hearts, and they both felt the terrifying sword intent on this sword from a long distance, and if any of them stood in front of Mo Yi, this sword could only dodge and not be hard-connected.

Even the sword qi that Gongsun Ruoji and others are afraid of, how can the people of the Spirit Pattern World pick it up?

As early as when Mo Zhongshu was cut off by Mo Yiyi's sword, the human races of the rest of the world had dispersed one after another, completely isolating the people of the Spirit Pattern World, which also caused Mo Yi's sword to be unscrupulous.

The sword qi came as promised, the people of the Spirit Pattern World wanted to block, couldn't stop it, wanted to escape, couldn't escape, the end was completely annihilated, countless blood qi volleys were injected into the blood sword and fed back to Mo Yi, and countless dried corpses fell one after another.

"Huh. Mo Yi looked at the back of the crowd, and there was actually a person standing, but now his face was pale with fright.

Mo Yi landed beside the man in an instant, and saw the reason why this person survived at a glance, just standing by this person's side, he felt a strange fluctuation constantly extinguishing the aura substance in the air.

"You ......" When the man still wanted to beg for mercy, Mo Yiwu grabbed his collar and threw it into the sky, and when he reached about fifty meters, the altar suddenly shot out a band of light and connected to the man, but the moment it touched the man's body, it suddenly shrank back as if disgusted.

"Breaking the Demon Physique. Mo Yi touched his chin and thought.

Seeing that the man fell to the ground and fell firmly, Mo Yi walked up to him and squatted down and asked, "What is the name?"

"Shangjo Shu......" The man who called himself Shangjoshu looked at Mo Yi in horror and replied.

"Why don't you call it a hemp? Mo Yi spit out a groove that no one understands, and at the end, he got up and didn't look at the upper tree, and when he said it, he didn't care about the dispute after a sword, anyway, he could see that the upper tree didn't have any sense of identity with these so-called compatriots, probably because of physical problems, he was humiliated by these people.

Of course, this is also something that Mo Yi doesn't bother to care about, and it is enough for him to use the upper tree to get the information that the no-fly area around the altar is limited to fifty meters.

"Yes, friends. Mo Yi slowly rose into the air with the Demon Sealing Sword under his feet, and when he reached fifty meters, he suddenly stopped rising, and surrounded the black and oppressed beings under his feet and said: "The altar still needs your contribution to open it, but I have always been a very democratic person, and I don't do dictatorial and hegemonic things. Then I suggest that the creatures of each world choose a representative, and start a battle between the representatives, and the losing race will voluntarily hand over one-tenth of the people to the altar as sacrifices, which is also very fair and just, and everyone has no opinion, right?"

All the creatures on the ground fell into silence, looking at Mo Yi in the air for a while, no one dared to say a word, one sword to destroy a race, this act is really terrifying, maybe Mo Yi will be aimed at next time, how many swords will he swing?

At this time, some of the living beings who had escaped from the ancient city suddenly recognized Mo Yi in mid-air, and they looked at Mo Yi's familiar face and the dazzling three-petaled red leaf on his eyebrows in horror.

"Yes...... It's him, one of the three kings who fought against the Old Gods!"

"This is the man who pierced the Eye of the Old God and desecrated the majesty of the Old God......"

"Obtained one of the three children of destiny who inherited the ancient power......"

"He called himself the Immortal Cultivation Realm...... Blood Emperor!" Someone whispered this name, and the divine thoughts continued to spread, and in a young age, all the creatures around the entire altar knew about the things that happened in the ancient city of that distant land, those horrors.

And Mo Yi is a living legend who survived that great terror and is the most dazzling and shining.

There are countless creatures who have been sheltered in the world of Buddha's light still remember, the earth-shattering roar, the blood-colored rainbow that pierces the sky, the golden wings like a god, and the sword that pierces through time and grievances, and brutally nails the invincible ancient king in the pupils of the ancient god!

Cultivating the Immortal Realm, Blood Emperor!

This name has spread completely, and fear and vigilance have arisen in the hearts of countless people.

"With the Blood Emperor in charge, then there will be a lot less meaningless killing, wise move, White Bone Clan, reconsider. In the pale group of creatures, a white-gold figure walked out and said.

"Blood Emperor, I don't know if it's worthy of the name, but, I'm a purple-backed demon wolf clan. A purple-backed demon wolf with a scar on his face walked out slowly and said.

"I'm an ancient soldier of the human race, reconsider. "

"Bloodroar, reconsideration. "

......

Then there were successive reconsiderations, and it seemed that Mo Yi's proposal was agreed by the leaders of the major races who didn't want to continue to reduce the number of clansmen, so the next step was for the strongest of each race to fight alone.