1325. Chapter 1325 Crazy All the Way 10

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! Patriarch Mo came after Su Luo's aura, and at this moment he directly entered the Beimo camp.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Mo stood in mid-air, looking at the people walking up and down below, he suddenly became angry!

Because he found that these people were all wearing the same clothes.

In this way, he can't find his food at all!

hateful!

Patriarch Mo was being teased by Su Luo along the way, and he was already on the verge of rising anger. Now when he saw this hateful tent, his anger burst out like magma!

For a time, a strong coercion enveloped the entire camp.

The Beimo soldiers who were enjoying themselves around the bonfire and grilling at the bottom suddenly looked mournful, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.

"Go to hell----!!!" Patriarch Mo contained endless cold air in his palm, gushing out like waves!

Countless hailstones shot down in the air.

"My God! What the hell is going on here? How can there be hail in the middle of the night?"

"Who is that dirty old man in mid-air, is he the one who threw down these hailstones?"

"Run, run!"

"Ah, my head—"

"Help—"

For a moment, the originally joyous camp suddenly fell into a ghost prison, with countless noises, cries for help, and shouts.

You know, this is not a team of a hundred or ten people, nor is it a team of ten thousand or eight thousand people, but a whole army of millions! What are the consequences of a million people fleeing in all directions?

Stampede!

There is no doubt that it is stampede!

The hailstones that fell vertically in mid-air contained a powerful killing aura. As long as they were hit, these soldiers would be bloodied and their entire bodies shattered into slag.

Therefore, countless people want to escape, and countless people want to run away.

However, this dark camp was completely covered, where could they go?

At this moment, Dashuai Zhao, who was still complacent just now, looked at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

"What the hell is going on!!!" Zhao Dashuai was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

That's a whole million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops for him, but——

Marshal Zhao looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his entire face turned pale, and he could hardly stand upright.

"Oh my God, that's—" When he saw clearly who the person who was throwing hailstones in midair was, Marshal Zhao swayed and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Isn't the Mo family in Weiyang Palace allied with the Beimo royal family? How could he take the lead in attacking Beimo? Could it be that the Mo family and the Nangong royal family of the Eastern Jin Dynasty have joined forces? And for the sake of this worldly war, they even dispatched the ancestors of the Mo family!

Marshal Zhao was going crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was stiff from shock, and his muscles were shaking intermittently.

"Mo, Patriarch Mo, please stop, stop!" Marshal Zhao yelled in panic.

Rao is the commander of an army of millions, but in front of such a powerful peerless master, his voice trembled involuntarily, revealing the deepest panic in his heart.

Marshal Zhao's voice carried a hint of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.

Patriarch Mo was releasing his spiritual power to look for Su Luo at this time, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked over in disdain.

Seeing Old Ancestor Mo look over, Marshal Zhao was overjoyed, and he almost cried in surprise: "Whatever you want, old man, just give me an order, please, don't let the hailstorm fall again."

It was God's prerogative to rain hailstones, but why didn't Patriarch Mo not control the world?