Peerless God Lord

"Let them go!" The middle-aged man with a mustache glanced at Wu Xian and others in the hands of Su Mo and Qin Bushi, and said coldly.

The sound was not loud, but to the ears of Su Mo and Qin Bushi, it was like thunder in the sky.

puff! puff!

Su Mo and Qin Bu's body were shaken violently. They opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood, as if struck by lightning.

They only felt an invisible force acting directly on themselves. This force was so vast that it was like hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and millions of miles of mountains and rivers, and it was impossible to stop it.

"What?" Su Mo was shocked and horrified that the Venerable could be so terrifying!

"Let us leave, or they will all die!" Qin Bushi's face turned pale, he raised the two hostages in his hands and shouted loudly.

Su Mo also tightened his grip on the hostages, pinching Wu Xian and another thin young man until their eyes turned white.

Only by firmly controlling the hostages in his hands could he have the confidence to fight against the Venerable.

"Venerable Brahma, Venerable Yin, save me!"

"Your Majesty, save us!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

The dozen or so wizard geniuses who were taken hostage shouted loudly, all with frightened expressions on their faces.

"Give you three breaths to release them! Otherwise, your body and soul will be destroyed!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and shouted coldly. The aura on his body suddenly increased greatly, like a violent wave, forming an invisible pressure, overwhelming Su Mo and the two of them.

If he hadn't been concerned about Wu Xian's safety, he would have already taken action and killed the two people in front of him, so why would he be so verbose!

Powerful pressure, like a mountain holding up the sky, and like invisible shackles, pressed down on Su Mo and Qin Bu's body, causing both of them to break out in cold sweat and make their bones creak.

In the eyes of Su Mo and the two of them, the middle-aged man with a mustache was extremely majestic and his aura was domineering. He was like the ruler of the world. The light that shot out when his eyes opened and closed made people dare not look directly at him.

However, no matter how strong the opponent was, Su Mo would still have to face him.

At this moment, Su Mo gritted his teeth, felt fierce in his heart, and spat out the force in his left hand. The thin young man in his hand screamed, and his body immediately exploded, split into pieces, and turned into a ball of blood mist.

When the other hostages saw this, they all turned pale with fear. Even Wu Xian had a hint of panic in his eyes.

"If we die, they will all be buried with us!" Su Mo shouted angrily with red eyes. He killed a hostage just to show the other party his determination.

When the middle-aged man with a mustache saw this, he was slightly startled at first, and then he became furious. An ant-like native dared to kill his people in front of him. He was simply looking for death.

"Seek death!" The middle-aged man with a mustache shouted sharply and immediately took a step forward.

boom!

As soon as he took a step forward, it was like a divine thunder from the sky, and the void shook violently. Su Mo and Qin Bu Sheng felt as if they had been hit hard. They vomited blood again, and they couldn't help but retreat backwards.

However, Qin Bushi's energy was instantly dispersed, and the ten geniuses of the Wu clan who were enveloped in energy were directly blown away, escaping Qin Bushit's control.

"Two breaths left!" The middle-aged man with the mustache took another step and was within ten thousand feet of Su Mo.

"Stop, or I'll kill him!" Su Mo immediately roared and raised Wu Xian in his hand forward.

Even if he was injured, his palms were still firmly clasped around Wu Xian's neck, not daring to loosen even a little bit.

He couldn't let the other party get close, otherwise he would definitely die!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with a mustache stopped immediately, his brows wrinkled slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This was the thing that he was most afraid of, Wu Xian must not let anything happen to him.

Others may die, but Wu Xian must not die!

Wu Xian's grandfather was the high priest of the clan and the second most important figure in the clan. If something happened to Wu Xian, none of them would be able to survive!

The middle-aged man with a mustache thought that he could shake Wu Xian away from Su Mo's hand in an instant. Even if Su Mo's palm was loosened for a tenth of the blink of an eye, he would take action instantly.

However, he found that he had underestimated the native in front of him. His palm seemed to have taken root and was firmly fixed on Wu Xian's neck.

He didn't dare to act rashly. If Wu Xian was hurt, it would be over!

While murderous intent surges in the heart of the middle-aged man with a mustache, he is also a little puzzled. How could such a character appear in the small world of the sky?

This is incredible!

Seeing that the middle-aged man with the mustache was worried, Su Mo and Qin Bu died looked at each other and began to retreat slowly.

They must escape as soon as possible. The longer the delay, the slimmer the hope of escape.

Uh-huh!

However, just as Su Mo and Qin Bushi retreated a thousand feet, the space behind them fluctuated, and the old woman suddenly appeared behind them.

Su Mo and Qin Bushi immediately stopped and tensed up. They did not dare to underestimate this old woman. Her strength was also something they could not compete with.

"Let the three of them go, I want you to leave!" The middle-aged man with a mustache said coldly, as if he was compromising with Su Mo.

There are still three hostages left. Su Mo controls Wu Xian, and Qin Busheng controls two Wu geniuses.

"Really?" Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't believe what the other party said. Without the hostage in his hands, they would definitely die.

He had already seen that the other party valued Wu Xian very much and would never dare to act rashly.

At the same time, Su Mo was highly concentrated and did not dare to relax at all to prevent the middle-aged man and the old woman from suddenly taking action.

"I, Wu Fan, can use the name of His Holiness to assure you!" the middle-aged man with a mustache said calmly.

"I, Wu Yin, also promise you that as long as you let the three of them go, I will never make trouble for you two!" The old woman also spoke, her voice was faint, full of vicissitudes of life and indifference.

"Tu...indigenous people, your Majesty will never go back on your words!" Wu Xian, who was caught in Su Mo's hand, said intermittently, his face turning purple.

When Su Mo heard this, he sneered in his heart. He was not a three-year-old child, so easy to deceive!

Will His Holiness not regret his words? He would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe the words of people from the witch clan!

Qin Bushi looked at Su Mo and shook his head slightly, indicating that he could not believe what he said.

He was really worried that Su Mo would be deceived. After all, although Su Mo was strong, he was still young and could easily be deceived.

Su Mo nodded slightly and then moved closer to Qin Bushi. The two of them were back to back, guarding against Wu Fan and Wu Yin.

For a moment, there was a stalemate at the scene. The two Venerables, Wu Fan and Wu Yin, neither dared to act rashly nor wanted to let Su Mo leave.

Su Mo's thoughts were racing, he was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he was thinking about a way to escape.

However, facing the Lord of the Witch Clan, it seems that all means are of no use!