Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Take the Giant Saint for example, with the cultivation of the eighth level peak, the real combat power is only the middle stage of the Martial Emperor.

And I just used a "mind-controlling sword" that I had never used before, and I suppressed the opponent steadily.

You know, I didn't use any martial arts or other abilities.

Based on this, Mo Nan had a rough guess about the combat power of these small worlds.

After reaching this conclusion, Mo Nan's confidence in taking down the world with a passage to the Lingjiao world has increased a bit.

After comparing his own strength with the strength of the small world, Mo Nan slowly opened his eyes.

In fact, for Mo Nan, who has divine thoughts, the role of eyes is dispensable.

If it weren't for the fact that it looked strange to keep his eyes closed, Mo Nan would be too lazy to open his eyes.

Mo Nan looked at the Giant Saint with interest, as well as the Giant Tyrants who struggled to walk to the Giant Saint but didn't dare to step forward.

After looking around at the desperate crowd thousands of meters away, Mo Nan looked at the giant saint standing motionless a few hundred meters away again, and chuckled:

"Are you convinced?"

He looked at the giant tyrants gathered around the giant saint again, and looked around the crowd again. His voice contained true energy and shook the four directions:

"Are you convinced?"

The voice was melodious and swept the four fields.

The whole city was silent.

The giant saint opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he felt the piercing coldness from his neck and finally did not say anything.

Killing is inferior, destroying the heart is superior.

Every word of Mo Nan, and every chuckle, was like a knife, piercing the hearts of everyone in Juling City.

Mo Nan also wanted to let them know that the human race, just him alone, is a mountain they cannot cross.

If they are willing to surrender in the end, they must be convinced.

The atmosphere at the scene was quiet and depressing, with only the boy's chuckles echoing.

But then, the chuckles disappeared, and cold words spread throughout the venue:

"Answer me!"

Even colder than the voice was the sword intent that burst out, filling the entire venue with murderous intent.

The Lingjiao people in the entire Giant City instantly felt that they were being pressed against their throats by sharp swords, and they felt cold all over.

Several people around the Giant Sage who were already seriously injured, not knowing whether they were angry or forced by the cold sword intent, they all trembled all over.

"Human race, how can you deceive others like this?"

One of them trembled in his voice, his eyes full of anger, killing people is not enough, do you have to force them to say that word?

The Giant Tyrant took a step forward, but was stopped by the Giant Sage with his eyes.

The Giant Sage's chest also rose and fell violently, and it was obvious that he was also very angry.

But he couldn't explode.

If the person standing in front of him was the Horn Saint or other strong men of the Spirit Horn Clan, he, the Giant Saint, would not fear death.

Want him to surrender? Dream on!

However, the person standing in front of him now was a human being. Behind him were millions of people from the entire Giant Spirit City and tens of millions of lives from countless tribes affiliated with the Giant Spirit City.

He could not send them into the abyss just because of his own integrity.

After taking a few deep breaths, the Giant Saint gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"I surrender!"

After these two short words, the Giant Saint seemed to have lost all his strength. He felt that he almost couldn't stand still.

His straight back collapsed, and the whole person seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant.

"My Lord!"

The five Giant Tyrants knelt down directly in front of the Giant Saint, their voices choked.

When had they ever seen the Giant Saint, who stood tall and upright, show such an attitude?

The crowd in the distance was even more unbearable. They instantly felt that something in their hearts was broken, and they lowered their heads involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mo Nan also put away the sword intent.

It is okay to suppress their arrogance, but it cannot be too much. If it is too harsh, these people will all lose their fighting spirit, which is no different from planting demon seeds on them.

Putting away the sword intent, Mo Nan looked at the giant saint and others, trying to find out if there is any magical power that can be copied.

…

At this time, in the carriage.

Jiao Xi was completely stunned.

She couldn't believe her eyes. What did she see?

The giant saint, one of the five most powerful people in the Lingjiao world, is known as the five most holy beings in the Lingjiao world together with the other three city masters such as the horn saint and a strong man who practiced casually.

Surprisingly, he bowed to an eighteen-year-old boy?

Even though they belonged to different camps, Jiao Xi grew up listening to the legends of the other side. She was deeply impressed by the demeanor of the giant saint.

But now, the legendary man was being held at the throat with a sword, and asked if he would obey.Moreover, the Giant Saint's answer was "I give in."

If someone had told her that something like this would happen, she would have thought that person was crazy.

Even Lord Jiao Sheng, who had broken through to the ninth level, could not do it.

But that person, he did it.

Jiao Xi wanted to go out and see the man's demeanor at this moment, but she couldn't go out.

Turning her head to look at the "tea" in the corner, does he like to drink this kind of tea?

...

Mo Nan retracted his gaze, feeling a little disappointed.

These people all have magical powers, but their levels are not as high as Jiao Xi's "small prophecy". Even the Giant Saint with the highest level is only equivalent to the lower level of the Dao level.

Shaking his head, Mo Nan took the Nine Nether Sword back into his body.

Feeling the relaxation of his shoulders, the Giant Saint raised his eyes with some doubts and looked at the carriage in the distance.

"You won't kill me?"

Mo Nan chuckled: "Kill you? I'm just here to challenge the strong, why should I kill you? If you feel that you can't accept being defeated by me, you can choose to commit suicide."

After saying this, Mo Nan looked at the audience again, chuckled, turned over and jumped into the car.

"The road is long and arduous, I will search up and down, in the vast universe, only the sun and the moon are everlasting, what is the scenery at the end of the evolutionary road? All those who are immortal in time and space, are they immortals? Are they gods? Ha, you and I are just people who are fighting for the way... Well, warm tea, let's go."

A faint voice came from the carriage, as if talking to them, or whispering, the voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible.

As the voice in the carriage fell, the horse-like creature stepped out with four hooves, snorted, and slowly went out of the city.

The bell on his neck made a clear and pleasant sound, which kept echoing in the Giant Spirit City where you could hear a pin drop.

"The road is long and arduous, I will search up and down..."

"Strive to cross? Seek the truth? The end of the road of evolution?"

The Giant Saint kept repeating the words of the human boy just now, and he seemed to have some feelings in his heart.

At a certain moment, the Giant Saint suddenly raised his head, the decadent look in his eyes was swept away, his body stood straight again, and his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.