Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Just as everyone had different expressions and their minds were flying, in the space of life and death, Mo Nan did not react for a while.

He did not expect that this time he would succeed.

This made the already numb Mo Nan stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it finally succeeded, otherwise, he would have been ready to forcibly improve his realm.

In fact, Mo Nan still has a trick, that is, the "Spirit Breaking Needle", but the soul realm has always been mysterious. If the opponent's soul is really annihilated, and he cannot be resurrected at that time, then the matter will be a big deal.

Moreover, the opponent is also the Supreme, and has also been exposed to the soul realm, and should have started to practice.

However, the opponent has not used it, so Mo Nan did not use it.

At that time, he wanted to ask if the soul could be annihilated in the space of life and death, but in the end he did not choose to speak.

Now, [One Strike to Kill] is effective, which saves Mo Nan a lot of effort.

[One Strike to Kill] is really domineering.

It is estimated that this golden finger is definitely the ceiling of the lower-grade golden fingers of the immortal level.

Of course, this is the effect played out in Mo Nan's hands. If it were Li Gucheng himself, not to mention the Supreme, the King of Martial Arts could kill him in seconds, and the effect is not so exaggerated.

Moreover, Li Gucheng is estimated to have a big gap compared with the people with the middle-grade golden fingers of the immortal level who awakened in the same period of time, and it is unknown whether he can hold on for ten moves.

Therefore, only in the hands of Mo Nan, [One Strike to Kill] can play such a heaven-defying power.

In a sense, it was Mo Nan who brought [One Strike to Kill] to a height that did not belong to it, allowing it to play a role that broke through the limit of the lower-grade immortal level. Every time it was used, it was its highlight moment.

"One Strike to Kill, one Strike to Kill, if you have a mind, you have to kowtow to me."

Mo Nan couldn't help but chuckle.

Now Mo Nan was covered with wounds all over his body, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth. He looked no longer as cool as before, but rather a little embarrassed, but no one would laugh at him.

Are you kidding? This guy just killed a martial arts supreme master, who would laugh? Who dares to laugh?

At this time, Mo Nan, with his feet on the Yin-Yang Pisces, was surrounded by a surging, boundless chaotic airflow, and he was like the chaotic gods and demons born from the heaven and earth when chaos was first born, with a destructive aura.

It was as if he had just fought with another god and demon for the master of chaos, and he won.

He became the only master between heaven and earth!

At this time, Mo Nan glanced in the direction of the crowd. This glance seemed to be the gaze of a god and demon from the abyss, which made people's scalps numb and their hairs stand up.

Everyone avoided his sight and dared not look at him.

Mo Nan slowly exhaled, the Yin and Yang Qi swirled, the chaotic world surged, and then it was covered by the air coming from all directions, and turned into blue sky and white clouds again.

A gap suddenly appeared in the space, and all the chaotic airflow formed by the assimilation of the Yin and Yang Qi was sucked into it.

In the blink of an eye, everything was restored.

The only impact was that too much air disappeared from the Yin and Yang world, and all of it was assimilated into chaotic airflow by the Yin and Yang Qi.

If this were an ordinary world, the disappearance of so much air at once would cause serious damage to the ecological environment, which would lead to unimaginable consequences and might even cause mass extinction of organisms.

However, this is the martial arts world, where the strong are like immortals and gods, so there is no impact.

At least, Mo Nan did not feel any difference from before, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened before.

Blue sky, white clouds, breeze.

Mo Nan stood in the nine-day blue sky, and blood dripped into the sky.

Staring at tens of thousands of people, Mo Nan spoke in a calm voice and slowly said:

"Who else?" After a pause, he continued: "You all come together."

Mo Nan suddenly felt that he seemed to have said this sentence before, but the tens of thousands of people in front of him should not have heard it, so Mo Nan said it again.

This time, it was not a future branch, but it was still as silent and quiet.

Even though Mo Nan was in a miserable state and seriously injured, no one spoke.

Seeing that no one spoke, Mo Nan closed his eyes, waiting, and began to recover from his injuries.

After a while, Mo Nan opened his eyes again.

The injuries on his body have recovered a lot, at least, the bleeding has stopped.

Looking at the tens of thousands of people who did not move or speak, Mo Nan raised his eyebrows. The situation this time seems to be a little different.

Why don't you go up? Don't you see that I am so seriously injured?

How can I copy the golden finger if you are like this? This made Mo Nan frown.He raised his eyebrows.

With so many people, where can he find a golden finger that can be copied?

You know, if a warrior does not actively expose his strength, others cannot detect the other party's cultivation.

Unless the gap between the two sides is too big, just like when Mo Nan checked the fourth batch of freshmen at Taoli Peak.

But Mo Nan couldn't see these people in front of him, that is, he had no way to estimate the other party's golden finger by judging the strength of the breath.

With so many people, it would take a long time to check them one by one. He can only accelerate his own time for about half an hour now. If there are more, he can check them one by one.

But now, forget it.

After Mo Nan casually checked the few people standing in front, he gave up.

You said you have a high cultivation, but you don't know to stand forward, which made me check several golden fingers that can't be copied.

Just when Mo Nan was distressed, Shi Yu, who had re-condensed his body, walked towards Mo Nan.

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows. Why did he feel that no one could see him except himself?

However, Mo Nan didn't care.

After coming closer, Shi Yu said, "Mo Nan, you are very strong, surpassing all of us, and you are the strongest. I am not as good as you."

"Thank you, you are also very strong."

Mo Nan did not pretend to be modest. Being modest at this time is not good.

Shi Yu smiled and suddenly said, "Mo Nan, let's add each other as friends."

Shi Yu acted very naturally. Since he guessed the level of Mo Nan's gold finger, he had been prepared to lose, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

The gap between the upper grade of the fairy level and the middle grade of the fairy level is greater than the gap between the middle grade of the fairy level and the ordinary grade gold finger. He knows this better than anyone else.

Mo Nan also smiled and said, "No problem."

He has heard similar words many times, but before, they were all beautiful women, and this time it was Shi Yu.

As soon as he took out his phone, Mo Nan paused. Wait, Shi Yu was thinking...