Su Mo flew out of Baiyu Mountain, and heard Long Ao’s screams in his ears. His brows were slightly frowned. He did strike hard, but he had controlled his strength and did not use all his strength. big hurt.
Whoosh!
In a breath, Su Mo landed on the stands under the eyes of everyone.
Everyone’s eyes were all focused on him, as if he was the center of the world.
With the seventh level cultivation base of Wu Zunjing, there will be no more than 30 people who have appeared in the entire Tianhuang Starfield and thousands of galaxies in the past hundred years.
And now, another one has to be added.
Yinshen remained silent, his complexion remained unchanged, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.
The Dark Dragon God, who had a gloomy face, didn’t care about Long Ao, because Long Ao would be fine.
He stared at Su Mo as if he wanted to see through Su Mo.
“The power of chaos…!”
The Dark Dragon God pondered in his heart. He has some understanding of this kind of power, which is the ability of the Chaos Clan.
The Chaos race is a peculiar race that ranks first in the list of all races in the ancient times.
But this race has no territory, no ethnic group, very rare, like duckweed without roots, no one knows where it came from?
This race was an invincible existence in ancient times, and only the second-ranked ancient gods could barely have the strength to fight against it.
In the distant years ago, people from the Chaos race would appear every ten thousand years.
But in today’s era, the Chaos Race has long since disappeared into the long river of history, and has not appeared for countless tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, there are very few people who know about the Chaos Clan nowadays, and only some of the False God Realm’s great powers know a thing or two.
Seeing the power of Chaos, the Dark Dragon God couldn’t help guessing that this Su Mo might have something to do with the disappearing Chaos Clan!
After all, except for the Chaos Clan, basically no one can cultivate the power of Chaos.
However, after thinking about it for a while, the Dark Dragon God shook his head secretly again, this should not be possible.
How could the Taiyin tribe appear from the Chaos tribe?
Moreover, it is said that members of the Chaos Clan have the Indestructible Chaos Body, which is invincible in the universe. If this Su Mo is really a Chaos Clan, how could he be just a small warrior of the seventh level of Wu Zunjing!
He has also heard that, countless years ago, some great wise men of the human race created a method of condensing the power of chaos through the power of the five elements by decomposing the power of chaos in the source stone of chaos.
However, these methods are only trails after all, and it is impossible to condense the truly pure power of chaos.
And Su Mo’s power of chaos is very weak and extremely complicated, and it must be the kind of exercise created by the wise people of the human race, not the chaos race.
The scene was silent, and all the False God Realm experts had complex expressions. They didn’t know how they felt about Su Mo’s innate combat power.
The younger generation of Leng Xie, Fan Yunsheng, Gao Haoran and others were all stunned. They were really shocked, and turbulent waves were set off in their hearts.
Naturally, Leng Xie didn’t need to be numerous, as if he had been hit hard in his heart, he was a little dazed.
As for Fan Yunsheng and Gao Haoran, their eyes were full of seriousness. Gao Haoran was fine. After all, there was no major enmity between him and Su Mo, while Fan Yunsheng paid attention to it completely.
Although Su Mo’s current strength is not as good as his, but after all, he is only at the seventh level of the Martial Honorable Realm. If he improves his cultivation level, he can almost catch up with him.
Whoosh!
A golden figure flew over, Long Ao flew out from Baiyu Mountain, and returned to the stands.
His body was stained with blood, the dragon scales on his body were all cracked, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
However, Long Ao didn’t care about these injuries, his face was extremely ugly, feeling the eyes of everyone, he only felt the burning pain on his face, as if someone had slapped him hard.
He knew that he had lost all face today, and it was simply a joke.
How embarrassing!
With his semi-holy cultivation, he couldn’t catch a single move against Su Mo. This really made him ashamed and hurt his reputation as the son of a true dragon.
At this moment, he was extremely regretful. If he had known this, he would have directly used his peak cultivation to defeat Su Mo forcefully, and the current situation would not have happened.
“Su Mo, if I use my peak cultivation, I can easily defeat you!”
Standing on the stand, Long Ao looked at Su Mo and shouted loudly that he wanted to save himself some face.