Chapter 150: Testing, Cthulhu Xingyi Hundred-Split Fist

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

Bai Mo lowered his head, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing 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 from the rest of the world...Zhatian Bai Mo has long become a very cheerful master of abstract art.

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

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

"Give me the same amount of time, and I will be invincible in the world."

As soon as the dirty talk came out, passers-by around him gasped.

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

"What a terrifying Qi and blood. This kind of majesty is not weaker than that of the Life Spring cultivator. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying power will be when the Sea of ​​Bitterness is truly opened up."

"What? It's just a useless body. A physique that can't practice cultivation, no matter how strong it is now, what does it matter?"

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

The evil god extended his mist and started an indiscriminate fight against the other substitutes here.

"Sigh~"

Bai Mo took a breath of cold air.

Even though he could see this fog, he still couldn't avoid it. It was like a fateful blow that ignored cause and effect and time and space, hitting his stand straight.

Then a series of very absurd ideas suddenly appeared in Bai Mo's mind.

"Ye Fan, who is he?"

"He's just a small country bumpkin. I'm going to kill him."

"An ancient waste body that cannot practice cultivation"

"He will become the Emperor of Heaven in the future, and I will kneel down and lick him."

"Tell him about the future and let the Emperor of Heaven take him to fly."

"Horse, whole, whole, whole movement"

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

In the past, Bai Mo could see different aspects of this world from time to time. For example, ordinary people would be happy to see a mountain full of spiritual materials, but what Bai Mo saw was a mountain full of purple placenta, and he was at Lion Camel Ridge.

Well, a very authentic way is to pick "placenta" from the mountains.

Due to this long-lasting spiritual vision, Bai Mo has become accustomed to having dozens or even hundreds of "selves" appearing in his mind.

Bai Mo frowned and retreated behind the crowd.

At the same time, he multitasked, suppressed his thoughts, and continued to retreat quietly until he reached the last inconspicuous position in the crowd. Then he controlled the tentacles to hit "him" hard on the head, beating the abnormal "self" back to normal.

Brains splattered everywhere, and as the substitute beat him hard, the head that had originally surrendered 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 other Lingxu Dongtian disciples all had a very evil look on their faces.

Everyone was planning to kill people, steal treasures, come up with some big plan, or execute their own conspiracy. All the people hit by Aoe began to speak abnormally from the beginning, looking like they had successfully taken up their posts in the evil sect...

Bai Mo couldn't help but patted the disciple beside him and asked, "Daoyou, what are you doing?"

There was a murderous gleam in the disciple's eyes. Bai Mo didn't need to think too much to understand that he was definitely planning how to kill him.

It's so obvious that unless you are blind, it's impossible not to feel the 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 betray you, and the protagonist kills you. What a normal scenario...

Bai Mo controlled his stand-in, took a step forward and punched the Lingxu Dongtian disciple in front of him.

In the real world, he paused and stopped using sweet words to persuade Bai Mo to go to the dungeon with him.

Tentacle fists, 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 realized that he had just fallen into evil behavior and recalled the education he had received in Lingxu Cave Heaven, the kind of compulsory education in the sect that taught fellow disciples to care for each other. He could no longer bear it and slapped himself in the face.

"Daoyou, what's wrong with you?"

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

He stretched out 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.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards his mansion.

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

"How can I do such a thing?"

"I am a righteous monk."

"I have fallen into the devil's way 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 directly at. Under the erosion of chaos and malice, the substitutes of Han Tianyu and other disciples have been dismantled into a pile of mosaic versions of fertilizer.

If it were in the real world, as soon as you jumped into this pile of fertilizer, I guess not only would the cultivators but even the spirit beasts wouldn't want to get close to you.

But maybe dog-like spirit animals would like it.

"Pombo is him."

Bai Mo thought of the people around Ye Fan and turned 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 extremely exaggerated.

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

"Try it." After muttering to himself, Bai Mo controlled the substitute to inflict severe damage to Han Tianyu.

Cthulhu tentacle shape meaning hundred cracking fist.

After being beaten for thirty times longer, new changes also occurred in the real world.

Han Tianyu seemed to have suddenly awakened to his spiritual wisdom. He stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, performing a rare act of thinking.

"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 take action?"

Elder Han…my great uncle.

Wait, why should I do this myself?

Han Tianyu seemed to have regained his IQ. He recalled the grudges between him and Ye Fan, and suddenly realized that what he had done was very stupid.

If you can't beat him, won't you poison him? Can't you attack him by surprise?

You won't frame him? You're ready to kill him, what bottom line do you still have?
Everyone knows that you are going to kill him, why are you still hesitating about that? Just let your uncle take action and let the elders crush you!

Looking back at his stupid actions, 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 was death, no one would say anything about your despicable actions.

Han Tianyu narrowed his eyes and showed an evil smile.

Looking at his changes in mentality and WAAAGH's evil plot, Bai Mo couldn't help but rub his forehead.

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

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

"Try it slowly." Bai Mo let out a breath, then looked at the group of "fellow disciples" around him, with the corners of his mouth raised in a kind smile.

(End of this chapter)