Chapter 150 Testing, Cthulhu Xingyi Hundred-Splitting Fist

"Let me try to see what kind of performance different people's substitutes (the things that Bai Mo sees as people) have."

Bai Mo lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a kind smile.

Relying on the tentacles to whip himself again and again, pulling himself back to a normal state of wakefulness, and relying on the information given by Bai Mo in the rest of the world...Zhatian Bai Mo has long become a very cheerful abstract art master.

"Ye Fan, my uncle is an elder!" Han Feiyu shouted loudly, fearing that passers-by would not know his identity.

Ye Fan also said fearlessly: "Why should I be afraid of him!"

"Give me the same time, I am invincible in the world."

As soon as the dirty words came out, the passers-by around him took a breath of cold air.

A passerby who was a professional commentator couldn't help but say: "It's really worthy of being called the Ancient Saint Body. If it weren't for the dramatic changes in the world today, it would be hard to imagine how powerful the complete Ancient Saint Body is!"

"What a terrifying blood, this kind of majesty is not weaker than that of the Life Spring cultivator. It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying power it will have when the sea of ​​suffering is truly opened up."

"What, it's just a useless body. A physique that can't practice, even if the current strength is strong, what's the use?"

Bai Mo noticed that with the declaration of a passerby of a small villain, it seemed to trigger some reaction, and the stand-in behind Ye Fan began to attack indiscriminately.

The evil god stretched out his mist, and even carried out an indiscriminate group fight against the other stand-ins here.

"Hiss~"

Bai Mo took a breath of cold air.

Even if he could see this kind of mist, he still couldn't avoid it, just like a fate that ignored cause and effect and time and space, hitting his stand-in straight.

Then Bai Mo's mind suddenly appeared with very absurd ideas.

『Ye Fan, what is he』

『Just a little country bumpkin, watch me, the time traveler, kill him』

『An ancient waste body that can't practice』

『He will become the emperor of heaven in the future, I will kneel down and lick his ass』

『Tell him about the future, let the emperor of heaven take me to fly』

『Make a living, make a living, make a living exercise』

All kinds of voices filled his head, Bai Mo rationally looked at his split personality that emerged again.

In the past, Bai Mo could see the different appearances of this world from time to time. For example, ordinary people were happy to see the spiritual mountain full of spiritual materials, but what Bai Mo saw was that the mountain was full of purple river placenta, and he was in Lion Camel Ridge.

Well, it is very authentic to pick "purple river placenta" from the mountain.

Due to this long spiritual vision, Bai Mo himself has become accustomed to dozens or hundreds of "himself" appearing in his mind.

Bai Mo frowned and retreated behind the crowd.

At the same time, he multitasked, suppressing his thoughts while continuing to retreat quietly until he reached the last inconspicuous position in the crowd. Then he controlled the tentacles to hit his own head hard, and beat the abnormal "self" back to normal.

Brains splattered, and as the substitute beat hard, the originally surrendered head had to stand up again and muster up the courage to maintain its normal state.

At this time, Bai Mo looked around.

As the mist Aoe of the evil god's substitute enveloped him, except for himself, the faces of the other Lingxu Dongtian disciples all looked very evil.

Everyone was planning to kill people and steal treasures, make some big plans, or carry out their own conspiracies and tricks. All those who were hit by Aoe all became abnormal from the beginning of the verbal communication, and looked like an excellent person who had successfully taken up a job in the evil sect...

Bai Mo couldn't help it, stretched out his hand and patted the disciple next to him, and asked: "Daoyou, what are you doing?"

The disciple's eyes flashed with murderous light, and Bai Mo didn't need to think too much to understand that he was definitely planning how to kill him in his heart.

It was so obvious that unless you were blind, you couldn't fail to feel this obvious malice and stupidity.

The disciple said in a gloomy tone: "Daoyou, I know where the treasure is in the ruins. How about we go and get it?"

Go together to get the treasure, then the teammates turn against you, and the protagonist kills you. What a normal script...

Bai Mo controlled his stand-in and stepped out to punch the Lingxu Dongtian disciple in front of him.

In the real world, he paused for a moment and stopped persuading Bai Mo to go to the dungeon with him.

Tentacle fist technique, juice splashing, eyeballs and incomplete limbs popping out from time to time.

And with a set of personality correction punches summarized by Bai Mo himself, the disciple who was planning to kill Bai Mo suddenly "woke up", and he looked at Bai Mo's face and suddenly felt guilty.

I was actually thinking about this kind of thing!

The disciple found out that he had just fallen into the devil's behavior, and recalled the education he received in Lingxu Dongtian, the kind of compulsory education of the sect that fellow disciples cared for each other. He couldn't help it anymore and slapped himself in the face.

"Daoyou, what's wrong with you?"

The disciple looked at the "doubt" on Bai Mo's face, and his guilt deepened.

He extended his hand and bowed to Bai Mo, then solemnly took out his storage bag, handed it to Bai Mo, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Daoyou, I'm sorry."

After the voice fell, he stood up and walked towards his mansion.

Bai Mo looked at the "him" shown in another world, and guessed his inner thoughts through his "stand-in" appearing in the "horizon".

"How can I do such a thing?"

"I am a righteous cultivator."

"I have fallen into the devil and need to retreat."

Bai Mo turned his head and looked in the direction of Han Tianyu and others.

The evil god cannot be looked at directly. Under the erosion of chaos and malice, the substitutes of Han Tianyu and other disciples have been disassembled into a pile of mosaic fertilizer.

If it were in the real world, it is estimated that as long as you jump into this pile of fertilizer, not to mention the monks, even the spirit beasts would not want to approach you.

But maybe dog spirit beasts would like it.

"Pangbo."

Bai Mo thought of the people around Ye Fan and turned his head to look at the backs of the two people whose figures were gradually getting smaller.

Unexpectedly, Bai Mo originally thought that the substitute would be affected by the protagonist's luck like Ye Fan and become very exaggerated.

However, the result was greatly unexpected. The substitute behind Pangbo himself was replaced by the tentacles of Ye Fan's evil god. The two were directly bound together, like conjoined twins.

"Try it." After talking to himself in his heart, Bai Mo controlled the substitute to hit Han Tianyu hard.

Cthulhu Tentacle Xingyi Hundred Crack Fist.

Under the beating for thirty times longer, new changes also appeared in the real world.

Han Tianyu seemed to have awakened his intelligence in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pinched his chin to make a rare thinking behavior.

"What's wrong with me?" Han Tianyu muttered to himself in confusion.

The younger brother beside him couldn't help but say: "Brother Yu, this person is too arrogant. He is just a waste of ancient body, but he dares to do this!"

"Brother Yu, do you want to call Elder Han to do it?"

Elder Han... my great uncle.

Wait, why should I do it myself?

Han Tianyu seemed to have regained his IQ. He recalled the grievances and entanglements between him and Ye Fan, and suddenly found that what he did was very stupid.

If you can't beat him, won't you poison him? Won't you sneak attack?

Won't you frame him? You are ready to kill him, what bottom line do you still care about?

Everyone knows that you are going to kill him, why are you still worried about that, just let your great uncle do it, let the elders crush you!

Recalling his stupid operation, Han Tianyu found that he didn't need to do it himself, or care about face and bottom line. As long as the final result is that someone dies, who will say anything no matter how despicable you are in the process.

Han Tianyu narrowed his eyes and showed an evil smile.

Bai Mo couldn't help rubbing his forehead as he watched his mind change and the evil plot of WAAAGH.

After a round of IQ recovery punches, you are still ready to fight Ye Fan to the death. You are terminally ill.

Forget it, there is no hope, just wait for death.

"Try slowly." Bai Mo exhaled, then looked at the group of "fellow disciples" around him, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a kind smile.