Following Laomo Zhao's words, he disappeared instantly and appeared in front of the old man.

"Zou Xiangming, die!"

Zhao Laomo roared, using all his fighting power, the black gold steel claws made a whistling sound and smashed down hard.

The expression of the old man, Zou Xiangming, changed, and he quickly slashed out the knife in his hand.

when!

With this blow, the old man's jaw cracked and his arms began to tremble.

His eyes narrowed. This young man who suddenly appeared was stronger than he imagined!

The strongest among the innate?

impossible!

"kill!"

Zhao Laomo's attacks fell like a violent storm.

The combat power he displayed was far beyond normal...even far beyond a life-and-death battle!

This is the power of hatred!

Click!

The knife broke, and the black gold steel claw hit Zou Xiangming hard on the shoulder.

The sound of bones breaking followed immediately.

"ah!"

Zou Xiangming screamed in pain, but his knife also opened a wound on Zhao Laomo's chest.

Zhao Laomo ignored the wound and looked like a madman.

Today, even if they die together, he will kill all the intruders!

"Zou Xiangming, I hope you are still alive, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Old Demon Zhao roared, and the black-gold steel claw struck down again.

Zou Xiangming didn't understand the meaning of Old Devil Zhao's words, but he quickly backed away.

Must leave.

This young man is too powerful.

Moreover, the murderous intention is also particularly strong.

He couldn't figure out how such a young and strong man could suddenly appear.

"kill!"

Zhao Laomo chased after him. They killed all his disciples back then, but today... he wants to bury them all here!

Two minutes later, Zhao Laomo killed Zou Xiangming and was seriously injured.

He didn't stop and went elsewhere.

When the enemy tried to escape, even Zou Xiangming died, let alone them.

But how can they escape in the face of the powerful Zhao Laomo!

All dead!

The blood flowed like a river, and the smell of blood was pervasive and extremely strong.

"Xiao Mo..."

Deng Qiu looked at the disciples covered in blood and felt very strange.

He stepped forward quickly and wanted to say something.

thump.

Zhao Laomo knelt on the ground, looked at his master, and looked at the familiar faces around him... Even after so many years, he has not forgotten them.

Every face is so familiar and profound.

I thought that I would never see her again in this life, but I didn't expect that I would see her again, even if it was a lie.

"Master...you didn't let me come out back then and you let me watch you being killed. I was cowardly enough at that time. Even if I couldn't kill the enemy, I could at least die with you."

Zhao Laomo looked at his master, his face full of blood and tears.

"What's the meaning?"

Deng Qiu looked at Old Mo Zhao with even more surprise.

"Junior brother, what are you talking about?"

Someone next to me also spoke.

"How did you become so powerful?"

"..."

Zhao Laomo looked at his master, then at the people around him... and smiled bitterly.

It's fake after all.

As his thoughts flashed, the whole picture suddenly became fragmented.

"Master..."

Zhao Laomo's expression changed and he wanted to keep him...

"Xiao Mo, you did a good job..."

The surprise on Deng Qiu's face disappeared and he smiled at Old Demon Zhao.

Immediately afterwards, his people also disappeared.

Everything in front of me has returned to how it was before. There is still a sect, brothers and master.

"Master..."

Zhao Laomo did not move and shouted softly.

After a long time, he raised his hand and touched his face, which was covered with cold tears.

"Is this the Illusion World Questioning the Heart? Back then, I didn't lack the courage to die... That's right."

Zhao Laomo wiped away the tears on his face and muttered to himself.

The next second, his breath changed somewhat.

"Do you want to become stronger?"

Zhao Laomo was startled for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Zou Xiangming, I hope you are still alive, I will kill you with my own hands..."

With the outbreak of hatred, and with the relief in his heart, Zhao Laomo's aura began to rise continuously.

At the same time, Xiao Chen had escaped from the illusion.

"What is he doing?"

Xiao Chen looked at Mr. Zhao who was sitting cross-legged and asked the maid next to him who had just returned.

"He has lost his mind."

The personal maid was also a little surprised. Is this the first time?

"Huh? He has become stronger? Do you know what he just experienced?"

Xiao Chen was surprised and asked curiously.

"No, we can only look at them from a 'God's perspective', but we have no way of knowing what they have experienced."

The maid shook her head.

"Only adults can see it."

"oh."

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Amaterasu wouldn't be just looking around, right?

Well, he also entered the illusion just now, but... that illusion is a bit special and cannot be described. To describe it, it must be harmonious.

"Looking at his reaction, it must be very sad."

The personal maid said again.

"..."

Xiao Chen looked at the tears on Zhao Laomo's face and curled his lips, "Do you even need to say this? I can see it too."

It must be sad, it cannot be tears of joy... Tears of joy should not be this reaction.

"I really didn't expect that Lao Zhao still has a sad past."
Chapter completed!