Chapter 127 Hell Flaming Horse

With the long gun of the leader's third horse pointed straight to Qin Mo's square, the next ten thousand horses were divided into a hundred horses, and the horse rushed out and rushed towards Qin Mo.

Death killing, disregard for life... All kinds of breaths swept over Qin Mo, making Qin Mo's extremely cold body not move at all.

This is not a level of competition. There is no difference between them and the 'burial king' who stares at heaven and earth, only--

Wait for death!

Do they also want to kill people and seize treasures? The sky is unfair, the sky is unfair! I haven't revenged yet, and I haven't resurrected Rouji yet!

At this moment, Qin Mo is desperate in the cry...

Suddenly, at the time of life and death, Qin Mo suddenly found that the target of Baiqi was not himself, but--

However, it was seen that the hundred riders were divided into two rows and rushed through the two sides of Qin Mo in an instant. The surging and substantial breath of death made Qin Mo take a few steps back again. Like the wind sweeping the fallen leaves, like a huge wave rolling the flat boat, Qin Mo is the fallen leaf, that leaf flat boat...

Hundreds of horses rushed to the distance in an instant, and I don't know where to go.

The terrible speed, even Qin Mo's divine consciousness of refining and quenching the body now, can only capture two lines of dark shadows.

When the shock was not settled, Qin Mo suddenly looked back at the powerful cavalry still here, especially the leading three riders with the cultivation of 'god'.

The long gun was recycled in the hand, the black armor was deeply wrapped around them, and the dark helmet completely covered their faces. Only the three pairs of killing eyes** were outside, with a sense of death that ignored all spirits, and paid deep attention to the mysterious purple-blooming iron block in Qin Mo's hand.

As for Qin Mo, I guess he has ignored it...

However, Qin Mo was glad to be so at this time, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the death oppression like a heavy mountain several times.

"Damn, Qin Mo, can't you let them go? I've had enough! Shit!" In Dantian, the red devil is spreading the sound.

"My God, the white evil who bullied me hasn't grown up, has it? Qin Mo, let them go! Let them go!"

Hearing the voice of the evil Shuangzhu, Qin Mo said helplessly, "I want them to go, but, what should I say? Do you still think they didn't notice us?"

"..." "..."......

The evil Shuangzhu was silent. This requirement seems to be a little too high for Qin Mo.

At this moment, the leader of the 'God's three riders, as if they could catch the sound of Qin Mo and the evil spirits, they moved.

The three dark bodies flashed in an instant and jumped immediately. Suddenly, all the black riders were also waiting...

Dao's death eyes fell on Qin Mo's body again, like a heavy mountain, which once again made Qin Mo difficult to breathe. Even if Qin Mo has been holding the mysterious iron in his hand, he still doesn't feel safe at all.

These cavalry led by 'God' are really too powerful. The terror of random ** outside alone makes Qin Mo trembling, and his legs are almost numb to involuntarily.

At this moment, Qin Mo can only persevere and suffer in persistence. Don't ask them to take back the eyes of death as heavy as Mount Tai, as long as they don't erase themselves.

There is only one life, and it is not just for itself. If you just live for yourself, even in the face of 'God', there is nothing to be afraid of trying by yourself.

Life without love, love without help, what's wrong with death?

'God' is as powerful as the sea, 'God' is as powerful as prison, so what about 'God'?

Qin Mo can only comfort himself in his heart like this...

All of a sudden!

Taoist death's eyes left Qin Mo's body, and they looked at--

The rear of Qin Mo!

But I saw that behind Qin Mo, two rows of surging black clouds rolled in silently. They left here a moment ago and didn't know where they were going.

Although they are a hundred riders, they have the momentum of thousands of troops and horses. You can imagine how high their cultivation is.

In an instant, Baiqi has run through the endless distance of the earth and reached the place where Qin Mo is now.

"Bang————"Bang————"Bang————"......

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground is endless, and there are almost hundreds of them.

At this time, Qin Mo found that these bodies were actually more than 100 practitioners who had previously fallen into this 'dead gate' world. They were all worn on a hundred long guns, and then thrown in front of Qin Mo by the owner of the long gun one by one.

More than a hundred corpses were repaired in red, repaired in blue, and repaired in green... They piled up in front of Qin Mo in disorder, and directly built a high pile of corpses.

Qin Mo was extremely surprised. They... Did they just collect their bodies for themselves? Could it be that they know that they want to collect the relics of these bodies?

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A roar of death interrupted Qin Mo's speculation.

Qin Mo looked up in an instant and suddenly found--

One, two, three... one hundred, one hundred and one. When I left, it was a hundred riders, but when I came back, it was one hundred and one. There is no one on the extra rider?!!!

That is a giant skeleton military horse with almost two Qin Mo's heights.

There is no flesh and blood on its body, and the bones are strong and endless, like black iron casting, presenting a kind of light-eating darkness.

The four bones and legs are like four stone pillars, but they are extremely flexible, but if they rush, they can burst out endless speed.

The horrible skeleton horse's head was reflected in Qin Mo's eyes, and Qin Mo immediately felt a huge breath of fear. The huge bones and empty eyes were surging with the breath of death all the time.

The sound of death just now is that the horse is roaring...

Under Qin Mo's stunned eyes, Baiqi returned to the array. Then the leader rode three horses and pulled the horse's head and rose to the sky.

Wanqi once again took control of the horse and soared into the sky, turning into black clouds and sweeping into the distant sky. Only the horrible giant skeleton military horse remained in place...

What does this mean? Qin Mo hurriedly spread the sound of the evil double beads.

"I'm rich, I'm rich! This is the 'underworld flame horse', and I'm getting rich!" Without the oppression of the momentum of death, the Red Devil regained his nature.

"I'm down, Qin Mo, your luck is coming. They actually gave you a 'underworld flame horse', which is unique to the ghost world in ancient times. It has the power comparable to 'quasi-god', and the most important thing is that it is not inferior to the 'god' speed. Hey hey!" Bai Xie seemed to be happier than Qin Mo, and he couldn't stop talking. "Qin Mo, do you know? With it, this pile of dead body magic weapons are all floating clouds! Floating clouds! Do you know? With it, we can get out of the 'dead door'. Hey hey, laugh, Qin Mo, smile. Hey hey!"

"Really?" Just now, he seemed to be in hell, and now he seems to be in heaven. Under the ups and downs of Qin Mo's heart, there is still a little disbelief.

"Damn, of course!" I'll do it. How can this be fake?"

It was confirmed that Qin Mo immediately recalled the mysterious iron block in his hand. Suddenly, the endless purple light also integrated into Qin Mo's body with the mysterious iron block.

A foot away, the 'fire horse in the underworld' is silent at this moment, silent, like a huge statue.

Qin Mo walked towards it step by step...

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Qin Mo: I finally have a mount. For the sake of being able to ride a horse, let's vote for the moon dance.

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