Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

These words, like thunder, rang in Li Mo's ears, shaking her soul...

Then she heard again - "Some people's lives are like prisons, and... some people live... in prison all the time..."

This was an incomprehensible sentence, but after hearing it, a picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes - a chaotic world, endless emptiness, endless paleness, nothing. The world was like a colorless and almost transparent sea of ​​sand.

She felt endless loneliness...

And she didn't even notice that Zhao Qingren's left eye flashed a black light, like the ghost fire in hell, because at this moment, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and the surface of the Red Spirit Spring was shaking, causing ripples. The fire dragon under Zhao Qingren's feet also began to twist and become violent...

The light of the spirit formation on the ground gradually began to change, forming a series of changing patterns. Even Li Mo could not figure out what was in the patterns. Some looked like runes of the righteous path, and some looked like runes of the evil path. It carried an ancient aura and mark...

A wave of fiery energy began to surge under Zhao Qingren's feet, and this energy gradually gathered into the body of the fire dragon at his feet. The fire dragon began to slowly grow larger due to the absorption, and its eyes flashed with fierce light, as if it would erupt with terrifying flames at any time.

Zhao Qingren, however, had undergone an amazing change at this moment. Seven ancient light patterns began to appear on his forehead, which were particularly dazzling and bright in the night cave. These light patterns exuded a mysterious and terrifying aura. As the light patterns appeared, Zhao Qingren's aura became stronger and stronger. He seemed to have turned into a monster that had never appeared in front of people. The image of a modest gentleman that he had given people before could no longer be seen...

The fire dragon has now become ten times larger than before, completely surpassing Zhao Qingren's body. It stands behind Zhao Qingren with its head held high, like a powerful guardian god, adding to its intimidation.

There was no human emotion in Zhao Qingren's eyes. Seeing Li Mo's cold and cruel eyes, with a hint of greed, Li Mo felt something was wrong, and the next moment, he rushed towards Li Mo. The fire dragon was also under his control, and it also spewed out blazing flames and rushed towards Li Mo -

Li Mo looked at Zhao Qingren rushing towards her, the flames on his body raging in the night sky, as if to burn everything to ashes. Her heart was filled with horror, at this moment, it was not like he was going to take her blood and turn it into the formation, but to take her life.

But she didn't have time to think about it at this moment. She took a deep breath and no longer concealed her strength. Anyway, he didn't know why he had lost his mind at this moment, and he probably wouldn't remember anything later.

Then the Honglu Divine Silk was sacrificed, and a red light flashed in the air. The divine silk was like a sharp arrow, piercing the back of Zhao Qingren's neck.

The fire dragon seemed to be protecting its master. It turned its head and stopped rushing towards Li Mo. It flew towards the direction of the divine thread. There was a snap, and a sharp metallic sound resounded throughout the bone valley, echoing and vibrating...

This fire dragon is not made of flesh and blood of a spirit beast, but is made of machine metal. Li Mo thought: It is indeed the Zhao family who are very good at making tools.

The black and gold snake pieces that were broken on the ground emitted pieces of golden light, like stars in the abyss, but in an instant, the light of the broken stars burst into an extremely bright light, connected into one, shining like a sea of ​​stars in the sky, and stung Li Mo's eyes.

Countless fragments emitted a thin humming sound and began to tremble. The internal structure began to agitate and transform. In the blink of an eye, a group of tiny black and golden dragon-shaped snakes on the ground attacked Li Mo, hissing and spitting out their tongues, making dangerous snake-trembling sounds.

The Honglu divine silk between Li Mo's fingers spread out, forming a flat pattern like a Lycoris radiata, standing in front of her. Every line of the flower emitted a dazzling red light, and with infinite murderous intent it cut towards the black gold snakes that were entangled and rubbing against the ground, making a hissing metallic sound.

When the two met, the strong sound of collision echoed in the valley, almost bursting people's eardrums. The divine silk cut the black snake into pieces, but the more it cut, the faster the black snakes increased. They fought and twisted on the ground, forming black snakes that could not be killed or eliminated. A fierce and extremely terrifying battle broke out on both sides.

Who could have imagined that in the unknown cave deep in the Songxiu Peak of the Zhao family, such a terrible and fierce battle of life and death would take place. And one of the fighters was Zhao Qingren, the direct descendant of the Zhao family.

Zhao Qingren looked at Li Mo coldly, without the previous complicated expression. Li Mo noticed that the golden light of the runes on the ground slowly flowed on the ground and entangled around his feet and half of his body...

The golden light carried a powerful pressure and did not seem like some evil demonic energy. However, as it penetrated deeper and deeper into Zhao Qingren's body, Zhao Qingren's eyes became less and less like those of a normal person. He looked at Li Mo as if he was looking down at a dying creature.

This...may not be Zhao Qingren's own sanity.

Li Mo was secretly shocked. Although Zhao Qingren was not as strong as Li Mo and Mu Xuzhen, he was also a genius carefully cultivated by the Zhao family and had excellent talent. He was inexplicably frightened by the talisman on the ground and became a different person as if he was possessed by another body. It was simply hard to imagine...

Her heart moved slightly...

But she didn't have time to think about it, as a golden light suddenly shone from Zhao Qingren's fingertips and rushed towards her face.

The object was very small at a distance, but the closer it got, the bigger it became. When it was only ten feet away from Li Mo, it suddenly turned into a transparent cube half the height of a person.

The object was emitting golden light, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item. Li Mo became alert and used a body movement to teleport and escape...

Seeing that he killed Li Mo before they even met, and that she escaped, Zhao Qingren could not help but frown. His heart, which had been as cold as ice, moved slightly, and the emotions hidden deep in his heart suddenly surged, as if something wanted to break free and rush out...

His eyes couldn't help but turn colder.

His killing intent towards Li Mo became even stronger. If Li Mo was just a lowly insect like dust that he could kill with a wave of his hand before, now it has become a black and annoying flying insect that he wants to kill immediately.

He gently raised his finger, his eyes as cold as the ten thousand years of ice in hell. The mysterious spirit energy at the fingertips condensed into a point with a terrifying pressure, gradually forming a black fire dragon. The fire dragon was different from the black gold dragon snake made by the spiritual weapon before, but a real huge fire dragon with the power of heaven and earth.

The fire dragon roared ferociously and seemed ready to move, as if it would rush towards Li Mo and swallow her up the next moment.

At this moment, Li Mo's heart was also a little nervous. This thing was terribly powerful. She couldn't even tell the other party's level of cultivation and strength... With her vision and experience of being at the peak of the Out-of-World Realm in her previous life and the initial stage of the Out-of-World Realm in this life, it was absolutely impossible.

But the impossible still happened, and Li Mo felt that his life was hanging by a thread. This was an instinct, and also the experience gained from thousands of years of fighting.