Chapter 851 Don't Even Think About Running Away

"Kill!" Gaolou made a gesture of killing, so the masters of the ancient martial arts began to kill, and for a while, the army of the dragon clan wailed and bled all over the field.

The superior is holding a meeting to discuss with a group of officials how to deal with the riots in various places more properly.

"Superior, call urgently." The secretary hurried in and said, "Something happened on the front line!"

The superior turned pale with fright, wondering if the Guwu Clan finally made a move?

The secretary whispered: "Gaolou, the general of the ancient Wu clan, formed a team of practitioners, and now he is killing all three generals on the front line. At this time, my dragon clan athletes are being massacred!"

"What!" If the accident on the front line made the superior's heart beat faster, then the fact that the tall building formed a team of practitioners to slaughter the dragon army almost made the superior's heartbeat stop suddenly.

"A team of practitioners?" the superior murmured.

He is very aware of the horror of practitioners. Before the earth changed, a few golden core masters from the cultivation world almost wiped out the dragon clan. Now the strength of practitioners has greatly increased, and there are many more golden core masters. , This power is the tremor of the whole world.

Now it's just that practitioners from all over the country are no longer under the control of the state and the people are already living in dire straits, and the tall buildings have actually formed an army!

It is conceivable how powerful such an army can be, and how long can the frontline army last under such a powerful massacre?

Is the Dragon Clan really going to be destroyed?

"What to do!" The superior couldn't help asking himself repeatedly in his heart.

Having been in a high position for many years, it was the first time that the high position was so panicked like now. Even when he was under house arrest by the empty faction, he was not as helpless as he is now.

"Immediately select practitioners from the army to form a unit and go to the front line for rescue!" The superior issued the first order.

"Immediately recruit people of insight from the people, form a second army of practitioners, and follow closely!" The superior issued the second order.

The secretary nodded and went to work immediately.

The superior sighed. Even though he gave two orders, he knew very well that his countermeasures were a little weak, after all, the long-distance water could not quench the near-thirst.

"It would be great if Chen Mo was here!" the superior murmured.

Suddenly, he slammed the table and said pleasantly: "Call Momen immediately and invite Chen Mo to come to Beijing!"

"Don't call me anymore!" Suddenly there was another person in the meeting room, and it was Chen Mo who came to Yanjing.

"I've already arrived!"

The superior suddenly stood up, ran in front of Chen Mo, grabbed Chen Mo's arm excitedly, and said, "You came just in time!"

Chen Mo patted the superior on the shoulder, seeing that the superior who usually put on airs was at a loss like a child, and seeing himself as if he had found a backer really made him laugh.

"What happened?" Chen Mo asked.

The superior used the most concise language to tell Chen Mo the biggest problem that the Dragon Clan encountered at this time, and said: "Chen Mo, you have been in the Special Forces before, and you are the instructor of the Special Forces. Now you will lead the first team of practitioners." Immediately go to the front line to rescue! The action must be fast, if you go late, I am afraid that all the dragon athletes will be finished!"

"No need!" Chen Mo said: "I'm going now, I really want to see what kind of waves this tall building can cause."

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The superior was in a hurry and shouted into the air: "Are you going alone? How can that be done? There is an army of practitioners in that tall building!"

It's just that Chen Mo had already left, and his voice just echoed in the meeting room.

It wasn't until this time that there were discussions in the meeting room, and the officials finally understood what kind of terrible trouble the Dragon Clan was in. If one was not careful, the entire country would fall, and all the Dragon Clan members would become subjugated slaves.

"Master Chen must be able to stop this incident!" Someone said uncertainly.

The meeting room fell silent again in an instant. They were not confident that Chen Mo alone could defeat an army composed of practitioners.

Knowing what was happening on the front line at this time, Chen Mo tried his best to rush on the road, Yanjing was thousands of miles away from the battle with the Guwu clan. It only took about a minute under Chen Mo's limit speed.

A thousand miles in an instant is nothing more than that.

When Chen Mo came to this battlefield, what he saw was the slaughter of the dragon army by the ancient warriors.

What I saw was the never-give-up spirit of the dragon army. The dragon soldiers rushed towards the practitioners of the ancient martial arts like mad dogs one by one with the determination to die, but they were ruthlessly beheaded again and again.

In front of a huge number of practitioners, even the most elite army of the dragon clan can only end in a disastrous defeat.

Chen Mo's eyes turned red in an instant. The cultivators of the ancient martial clan took pleasure in torturing and killing the dragon army. They used the most tragic methods to deal with these passionate men.

His divine thoughts dissipated in an instant, tempered by dragon veins and blessed by dragon souls, they were extremely powerful, and all the details on the battlefield were clearly presented in his mind.

"That one!" Chen Mo locked on a cultivator of the ancient martial arts clan. That person was a master of golden core, and he would take away dozens of fresh lives of the dragon clan if he shot casually.

"Death!" Chen Mo came to the person in the blink of an eye, and pointed out that the great supernatural power was dead.

The cultivator was tearing a dragon soldier to pieces, bursts of wild laughter came out of his mouth, suddenly a black figure appeared in front of him, and he pointed at him. Before he could react, he felt the gap between his brows A pain, and then my soul and body collapsed in an instant, and suffered endless pain while dying, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dust, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

"That one!" Chen Mo locked on another cultivator, a female cultivator with a Golden Core cultivation base.

Her body exudes bursts of pink spiritual power, and those dragon athletes who rush into her spiritual power range will turn into skeletons, and they will be blown away by the wind.

Chen Mo suddenly appeared on top of her head, stepped on it, and directly crushed it into a pile of meatloaf.

"There's another one!" This time Chen Mo targeted a Jindan cultivator wearing an ancient general's uniform, and the dragon army bombarded him with many high-tech cannons, but it couldn't hurt him at all.

He allowed the dragons to attack, and every step he took would blow the head of a dragon athlete. He let the blood and brains pour on his body, and made a very enjoyable expression.

Chen Mo came to him in an instant, fisted with both hands, and shouted: "Break the mountains! Divide the rivers! Suppress the world!"

The three forms of Tianxuan Divine Fist all fell on the body of the Golden Core cultivator, and every punch would blow his whole body to pieces. After the three punches, the cultivator was directly beaten into a ball of flesh by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked around, opened his mouth, and a flying sword shot up into the sky, exuding endless killing intent.

"Don't even think about running away!" Chen Mo said coldly.