hsntnovel Chapter 596: Disintegration, Regret
Chapter 596: Disintegration, Regret
Just this one sentence made the blue-eyed tribute teacher Zhao Shuisheng furious and he completely lost his patience with Lin Mo.
In his eyes, Lin Mo was just a young boy who was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and dared to challenge his authority.
He asked about Lin Mo's background only because he was afraid of running into someone with a strong background who was difficult to mess with.
Since Lin Mo is so ungrateful, there is no need for him to waste time talking to this kid, just kill him and that's it.
Even if Lin Mo really had a prominent background, he had at least asked about his family background.
It was Lin Mo who was being stubborn and didn't say anything. It had nothing to do with him.
On the contrary, he took this opportunity to let everyone see the power of Gongshu, and let the reputation of Gongmen resound throughout the Central Plains again!
"kill!"
A whistling sound so sharp that it could pierce a person's eardrum suddenly came out of the mouth of the head hanging in the air.
In an instant, countless black shadows rushed towards Lin Mo like a surging tide.
These shadows kept spinning and twisting, transforming into faces that were distorted and deformed in extreme pain.
There is a white-haired old man with despair in his eyes.
There were innocent children with fear written all over their faces.
There was a man with a weathered face and a hint of unwillingness on his lips.
There were also weak and frightened women, their eyes full of pleading...
Lin Mo stood there, his eyes as cold as ice.
Staring closely at the dark shadow that was covering the sky and sweeping over like a dark cloud.
The vast ocean-like energy and blood of the martial arts master in his body suddenly erupted like a volcano, and the rolling heat waves spread wildly around him with him as the center.
If there were a wandering soul wandering here at this moment, it would definitely feel that Lin Mo was like a small burning sun.
His whole body exudes a burning aura that is enough to burn all evil things.
Faced with this terrifying offensive like a storm, and the eerie and terrifying blood mist of flowers that originally made people shudder.
But Lin Mo was as steady as a rock, like a towering and unshakable mountain. No matter how the blood mist rolled and the dark shadows raged, they couldn't hurt even a hair on his head.
Zhao Shuisheng's eyes widened, almost bulging out, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
He yelled hysterically, "Why? Why doesn't my Hundred Flowers Blood Mist have any effect on you?!"
Lin Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and said lightly: "Want to know? Come and see for yourself and you will understand."
Zhao Shuisheng was completely enraged, and his eyes turned red in an instant.
He stuck out a long tongue with white fur and blood-red coating and licked his lips hard.
Then, he said viciously: "Boy, I think you are really looking for death!"
As he spoke, two paper-white hands suddenly stretched out from the blood mist and grabbed Lin Mo's ankles from below like lightning.
At the same time, Zhao Shuisheng's head suddenly opened, and a stream of extremely cold black mist spewed out with a sizzling sound, and pounced towards Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's eyes flashed, and without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped forward.
A stream of pure Yang energy that was as hot as flames surged out, like a roaring fire dragon, gushing forward.
This Fei Tou Jiang, who had been cultivated to the second level for more than ten years, had made countless people in Nanyang tremble in fear and made countless powerful people compete to make friends with him.
Under Lin Mo's palm, it instantly collapsed like paper!
The black fog was dissipated without a trace by the pure Yang energy.
The two pale hands shrank back into the blood mist as if they had been electrocuted.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Zhao Shuisheng's eyes were full of disbelief, and his voice trembled with fear.
"Why is your Qi and blood so vigorous?! A master of Hua Jin? No... could it be that you have reached the level of a martial arts master?!"
He murmured, his eyes full of fear and confusion.
However, it was absolutely impossible for him to give up at this moment.
Zhao Shuisheng's eyes suddenly turned fierce, like a wolf trapped in despair, and he said grimly: "Boy, don't think that I can do nothing to you like this, I have a hundred ways to kill you! Watch me take away your three souls and seven spirits!!!"
He let out a loud scream, and his entire head suddenly made a crackling sound.
Then, it suddenly turned into a ball of strange black mist, rushed out in an instant, and unexpectedly merged into Lin Mo's body.
Suddenly, Zhao Shuisheng's triumphant laughter was heard from Lin Mo's navel.
"Wait until I extract your three souls and seven spirits, and then I will refine you into the guardian of the underworld in my Hundred Flowers Blood Mist, so that you will never be reincarnated for eternity. You will listen to my commands obediently, hahahaha..."
The laughter echoed wildly in Lin Mo's body.
However, his laughter soon stopped.
Immediately afterwards, there was heard Zhao Shuisheng's scream of extreme joy, followed by sorrow and fear.
"What the hell is this?"
"How can your soul be so powerful?!"
"Refine Qi into Spirit? No... Have you already reached the state of Refining Spirit into Void?"
At this moment, Lin Mo's voice, which was so cold without a trace of warmth, suddenly sounded.
"Surprised?"
"Unfortunately, it's too late!"
"Now, it's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, black gas rushed out of Lin Mo's body at a faster speed than before.
In mid-air, the black air quickly transformed into the shape of Zhao Shuisheng's head.
The head bared its fangs and claws and flew desperately towards the window, trying to escape.
"Want to go?"
Lin Mo snorted coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
A big hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed Feitou's hair floating in the air.
The key to the Flying Head Tribute Technique has always been to take away people's souls.
Once trapped by this evil magic, ordinary people will definitely have their three souls shattered and their seven spirits separated from their bodies.
He was ruthlessly sucked into the blood mist of flowers and became a lonely ghost therein, unable to be reborn forever and could only be controlled by the tribute master.
But at this moment, Lin Mo in front of him had a soul that was stronger than he could imagine, and Zhao Shuisheng was simply unable to contend with him.
This huge gap made Zhao Shuisheng feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, and he was completely at a loss.
Once the flying head technique loses its effect, Master Gong will be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and his strength will be greatly reduced.
Even an ordinary practitioner could easily take his life.
The flying head seemed to feel the threat of death, and began to twist and rush around wildly, trying to break free from Lin Mo's control.
The power it unleashed was like several mad bulls exerting their strength at the same time.
However, Lin Mo's face was as calm as water, and his body did not move at all, as if he was an unshakable mountain.
His hands were like iron clamps, tightly clamping Zhao Shuisheng's head. No matter how the flying head struggled, it could not break free at all.
The sky in the east was gradually turning pale and it was about to dawn.
Zhao Shuisheng changed his ferocious expression and put on a flattering smile, begging bitterly: "Please, spare... spare me!"
"You know how to beg for mercy now?" Lin Mo raised a sneer of mockery at the corner of his mouth, "What were you doing before?"
"Leave a way out for yourself so that we can meet again in the future. Don't go too far!"
The smile on Zhao Shuisheng's face froze, and he gritted his teeth and spoke viciously again.
"In the future?" Lin Mo looked at him as if he were an idiot. "I'm afraid you don't have a future."
A loud crowing of a rooster broke the silence, and a golden glow in the eastern sky pierced the darkness like a sharp sword.