"Mo Shou, Mo Shou, why are you injured? Mo Shou bandaged you, mom bandaged you..." said Xu Yu, the mother of the wooden stake man.

Zhu Minglang frowned and looked at the scene.

He didn't stop it because the wooden stake man's mother Xu Yu was actually very broken, including the needle and thread she took out, and there was not even thread.

Mo Shou pushed his mother Xu Yu impatiently and said coldly: "How could these broken things in yours can repair my divine pattern body?"

"But it's better than being open like this. Let my mother help you. I'm old. You have to walk on your own in the future. Don't do stupid things!" said Xu Yu, a man from Wooden Stake.

Mo Shou stood there and stopped talking.

The wooden stake man Xu Yu took out the needle and thread and sewed the wound on Mo Shou's chest one by one. However, these needles and threads were effective for the wooden stake man and did not help Mo Shou's divine pattern body at all. It only made the wound look less shocking, and even sewed the needle and thread on a living person's body, which actually looked extremely strange.

The divine patterns on Mo Shou's body dimmed again. It was obvious that the elf fluorescent dragon found another sacrifice altar for the Xuan Ancient Giant. Each sacrifice altar is the key to giving Mo Shou the power of the divine pattern. Now Mo Shou's divine pattern power is disappearing, and he is far less powerful than the beginning!

"Have you met a very powerful person? If you really can't do it, it's nothing to hide." Xu Yu, a wooden stake man, was obviously a little confused. She seemed to have forgotten everything, only remembering that Mo Shou had not yet become a look back then.

At this time, He Haohan and He Yiling flew down from the ground pavilion.

They were obviously chasing Xu Yu, the mother of the wooden stake man, all the way. He Haohan was carrying a wooden stake head in his hand, which was from the wooden stake man's father. Moreover, this head seemed to be related to the giant weapon head. The giant weapon head was stuck in the cave and no longer spit out the magical breath of destruction.

He Haohan saw Mo Shou and also saw the broken wooden stake mother repairing Mo Shou's seams.

This scene made He Haohan couldn't help but take a breath, his throat full of soreness.

"Mo Shou, see what you did, and see what you did to become a god and yourself!!" He Haohan said angrily.

Mo Shou looked down at the broken wooden stake man's mother.

This broken wooden stake man, except that he spoke exactly the same way as his mother, how could he be similar to his real mother?

Even though the ghosts lived in the bodies of these immortal wooden stakes, Mo Shou did not find any familiar and close feeling in them at all. Even their single, mechanical, and unpersonal behavior made Mo Shou feel a little disgusted and disgusted.

Therefore, Mo Shou would rather play mechanics with those greedy living people than stay with these wooden stake family members.

"You should have let them be free, but for the sake of the power of the divine pattern and the giant instrument, they were humiliated and imprisoned in wooden stakes. Do you still have human nature? Or, if you stay with these instruments for a long time, you have become them yourself!!" He Haohan scolded angrily.

"Han'er, Han'er, stop scolding your brother, he is for our own good... He is a god, we are mortals, and if our family wants to be together forever, this is the only way." Xu Yu, a man from Wooden Stake, said.

"Just to be together forever, you don't think it's ridiculous and sad!" He Haohan said.

"How can it be ridiculous, how can it be sad?" At this time, Mo Shou spoke, and he gradually showed a somewhat sick smile and said, "Now they look like wooden stakes, because my realm is not enough. When I reach the realm of heaven, I can create a human race that is more perfect than God. People should live forever, people should not age, and people should be the leader of all races. They are born with infinite power and vast supernatural powers, rather than being as weak as they are now!"

Create a more perfect human race.

This sentence sounds a little familiar.

Zhu Minglang is in a heavier mood.

Could it be that Mo Shou’s mission of heaven is to destroy the human race with serious defects like that of Shanmeng??

Or is it that the process of cultivating to become a god will eventually face such a problem?

"Crazy, madman, you are just a mechanic. What you do is dirty and bad, and it is contrary to the laws of heaven and human ethics!" He Haohan said.

Zhu Minglang nodded.

Regardless of whether Mo Shou's philosophy coincides with Shan Meng, this kind of psychologically distorted god is not worthy of living in this world. Moreover, Mo Shou has used his mechanism to harm many people, and has not even let go of his relatives.

"First go to the animal path to reincarnation for nine lives and nine lives, and then come back to be a human being. Even people don't understand it, and they still hope to become the god who creates the perfect human race?" Zhu Minglang has already adjusted his breathing.

Although my whole body was a little sore, it was time to solve this mechanism!

The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. The institutional master Mo Shou is one of the most outrageous evil gods Zhu Minglang has encountered.

Kill him.

Do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

If you kill him, your god's achievements should be greatly increased!

Zhu Minglang walked forward.

He saw that the divine patterns on Mo Shou's body were still disappearing.

Like a magician, what the most feared thing is that the enemy sees through their own mystery. When the mystery is seen through, they no longer feel incredible!

"In fact, any ant who knows how to build a nest is greater than you. At least they work diligently and are running for the entire ant tribe without fear of hardships. Sometimes they are indeed trapped, fall into the pool, tied up by spider webs, and accidentally step into the maze like you who are bored and self-proclaimed for God. The reason why they don't stop is that they still care about the big family of the ant tribe! Learn their great spirit well... Well, it's better to be reincarnated and become an ant!"

When Zhu Minglang said this, the sword was already pulled out quickly. The flash of sword was like a gust of wind rushing towards his face, only blew open the hair on his forehead.

After collecting the sword, Zhu Minglang said the last sentence. The whole process was like chatting with others, but a line appeared on Mo Shou's neck, and his head slowly slid down along this line.

Losing the power of the divine pattern, Mo Shou couldn't even catch this sword.

He widened his eyes and stared at Zhu Minglang.

Mo Shou was naturally unwilling to accept it, but he was still making that weird smile.

It’s like in his philosophy that he is immortal. Even if this body with divine patterns is killed by Zhu Minglang, his soul will rise to a higher sacred temple...

But for some reason, Zhu Minglang's last sentence seemed to have had some impact on his post-death belief. As his soul rose, he seemed to see a complex underground ant hole. The hole was prosperous and the hole was extremely sophisticated, which was the magical art of nature. His soul entered an ant nest in this way!

This made Mo Shou even more furious when he was dying. Where did the holy temple go, where did his own holy temple go!!

Devil, Zhu Minglang, the devil, destroyed his sacred temple!!
Chapter completed!