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

Li Mo stood up and walked through a patch of dirty flesh and blood. Her white jade shoes stepped on the sticky ground of flesh and blood. The soles of her raised feet even bleed a few times, making a slight hissing sound. However, she looked straight ahead and walked slowly and calmly towards the door.

She pinched the doorpost with her fingers and pushed gently. The door opened with a "Ya-Ya--" sound. The sound was like dropping a stone into a quiet lake, disturbing the tranquility of the night and also marking the beginning of a night full of killing and blood.

A huge painting suddenly appeared in front of Li Mo.

Under the moonlight, outside the house was a mass of bloody corpses, the sky was stained with blood, and the pungent smell of blood and stickiness hit her face. The only person who could stand in the space was Li Mo, and the painting in front of her that was as tall as three stories.

The painting is a distorted and chaotic black and white painting. At first glance, it seems to be a mess of black strokes drawn by a child, but after a closer look, you will find that the painting is a picture of eight ugly and strange beasts glued together.

As soon as Li Mo stood in front of it, the painting began to emit a five-colored halo, flashing with light and carrying an enchanting and bewitching aura.

Li Mo stood in front of the painting, the aura of swallowing up the world rushed towards her, as if she was just a tiny, weak speck of earth in front of it, and it carried with it the aura of eternity and distance... Li Mo's brows twitched, she had caught this aura when she had just woken up from a dream, it was weak then, but now, it was so powerful that it was frightening.

The painting stood silently in front of her, as if challenging her, or silently mocking her.

Li Mo held the "Yanluan" in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked towards the center of the painting. The giant beast in the middle of the painting had its bloody mouth wide open, making people feel as small and powerless as an ant, as if they would be swallowed by it in an instant, and they couldn't help but tremble with terror in their hearts.

This is an instinctive fear. Even Li Mo is not immune to the trembling in the face of the powerful ancient beast.

Li Mo's blood-red lips slowly curled up——

interesting.

He openly set a trap to lure her in. Was this his opponent's backhand? He first mocked her with a magic explosion, then challenged her with a painting: "Do you dare to come?"

Why not?

Li Mo raised his foot and stepped into the painting formation.

Her back is like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the center of the painting.

The painting array disappeared into darkness the moment Li Mo entered it, and shrank to nothing in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared between heaven and earth.

There was no trace left in the air, no spiritual power, and no demonic energy...

……

As soon as Li Mo entered the painting array, she thought she would be faced with endless bloody monsters and violent killings, but in front of her was a vast and vast starlight mist column, colorful and huge, with colorful starlight filling the sky and the earth. Li Mo could not describe the magnificent and majestic sea of ​​stars in front of her, and she felt that her heart skipped a beat. She stood here, as small as dust.

The starlight surged like the sea water and submerged Li Mo, carrying an ancient and old breath. At a certain moment, Li Mo's innate elixir resonated with the sea of ​​stars, and she actually had an impulse to cry without tears, as if something in her heart was touched, and she couldn't help wanting to cry... Her heart couldn't help but tremble. Such a terrifying breath, such a terrifying pressure, could actually affect the deepest emotions hidden in humans...

This is something I have never experienced in my past or present life.

The next moment, the nebula surged, and a huge eye slowly opened, cutting through the colorful starlight. The pupil was so huge that it seemed to be able to swallow the entire universe. Its golden eyeball was surrounded by a faint purple light, ruthless and solemn. Li Mo felt endless sadness welling up in her heart as she looked at it. Her eyes even began to moisten...

On the one hand, she felt an uncontrollable surge of sadness and tears, and on the other hand, she became extremely alert, horrified by the power and danger of this thing. She seemed to be split into two souls, yet coexisting in one body.

That huge pupil seemed like a bottomless abyss that swallowed up everything in the world, containing endless mysterious power. Li Mo was so small in front of it that she looked like one thousandth of a pupil. She couldn't even lift the Yanluan in her hand to attack it.

Li Mo's heart beat faster, she had not expected that she would encounter such a situation. She thought that a powerful battle would come when she walked in, and she was ready to use the "Daotaimozhong Qiankun Shen Jue" Taoism and magic dual techniques to fight. At this time, her spiritual power was lost, but the magic energy was abundant. She didn't need to pretend to be weak in the Wentian Sect. She could enter the magic formation to absorb magic power to repair her body and nourish her injuries.

Who would have thought that the scene would be like this when they first entered the battle formation? Even Li Mo couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the sword.

The Yanluan chirped softly, as if responding to its master's mood.

A man with a sword, standing in mid-air between heaven and earth, facing the unknown thing that shook the sky alone.

The wind blew up Li Mo's black hair and skirt, and her face became very solemn. The Hong Lun Divine Silk slowly overflowed from her body, emitting an out-of-this-world pressure. She pinched the lotus seal with her fingers, and the Hong Lun Divine Silk was like a giant red flying sword, condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and piercing the center of her pupil at an extremely strong speed.

The power of the divine silk, wrapped with her strength at the peak of the transcendental realm in her previous life, can be said to be her trump card. However, Li Mo is not as confident as before. Instead, as the Hong Lun divine silk gets closer and closer to the divine eye, her heart sinks.

Because heaven and earth were completely peaceful, God’s eyes did not move.

Sure enough, the moment before the Honglun Divine Silk approached the Divine Eye, it stopped moving, and in an instant it turned into mist and disappeared into heaven and earth.

Li Mo's expression remained unchanged, but the next moment, he raised the blood-red sword in his hand, and suddenly he turned into a sharp arrow, and rushed towards the center of the divine eye with the sword and himself.

If someone were watching this person, they would definitely scream and think that Mu Limo must be crazy. However, Limo has a kind of madness and desperate cruelty in her bones. This cruelty is not only directed at outsiders, but also at herself.

She rushed towards the Divine Eye at an astonishing speed. The closer she got, the more bone-chillingly cold she felt. The cold was like thousands of knives, cutting through Li Mo's skin, piercing into her bones, and tickling her non-stop, causing unbearable pain.

But the more painful it was, the brighter and more determined Li Mo's eyes became. Like an indomitable sword, with sword intent that shook the heavens and the earth, he used his body as a sword to rush towards the divine eye of the starry sky.

Those eyes looked at everything in the world calmly, looked at her calmly, without desire or joy, without emotion or sadness, as if they had existed like this since ancient times, looking down on all things in the world with indifference.

Ice mist, inch by inch, spread from the tip of the sword to her fingers, shoulders, and head. When Li Mo felt that her head was about to hurt to the point of death, and even when she was about to back out, her divine eyes moved...

The divine eye flashed slightly when Li Mo was a hundred feet away from it.

Then a ray of divine light penetrated into Li Mo's sea of ​​consciousness at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. Li Mo screamed "Ah--" and could hardly hold the sword in his hand. He could no longer maintain the posture of rushing forward and fell down.

Blood was oozing from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears.