89: Chapter 89 This is outrageous! Do you believe I'll use you as a scapegoat again?

Zhao Mo had no intention of blaming them.

He was currently observing the Yao Beast below.

"Is this a Rock-Armored Turtle?"

"It's a pity it only has the strength of the seventh level of the Golden Core."

When Zhao Mo achieved his Breakthrough to the first level of the Golden Core, he received a reward from the System for cultivating a fourth-grade spirit field.

The Five Elements Demonic Creatures mentioned in it seemed to include this Rock-Armored Turtle.

At this moment, memories in his mind also surfaced.

The Metal-attribute Golden-Winged Eagle and Silver-Armored Armadillo, the Wood-attribute Forest Spirit Rabbit and Green Leaf Ape, the Water-attribute Wave Shadow Flood Dragon and Vortex Carp, the Fire-attribute Flame-Tail Fox and Fire-Feather Sparrow, and the Earth-attribute Rock-Armored Turtle and Earth-Traveling Rat, etc.

Now that the Earth-attribute Rock-Armored Turtle had appeared, would the other Five Elements Demonic Creatures appear as well?

If he could gather them all...

Zhao Mo suddenly realized that this beast tide seemed to be another opportunity.

However, Zhao Mo soon lost interest.

According to the plan of the Xuan Sect, Cultivators at or above the Soul Transformation Realm were to head straight to the rear of the beast tide to intercept and kill the Beast King there.

Nascent Soul Cultivators like Tong Weiping and Zhao Mo were responsible for clearing out the Yao Beasts that had rushed into the residential areas of the Human Race.

Zhao Mo looked at the tragic scene below; this place must have once been the capital of a small nation, but now it was covered in the severed limbs of the Human Race, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Was this city slaughtered?"

"Eaten, they were all eaten."

By the city wall, an old man held a small half of a human body, his eyes dull, his mouth muttering, "Eaten, eaten."

Zhao Mo didn't know what to say, only feeling a fire burning in his heart.

At the Nascent Soul Stage, one could already use the Cloud-Ascending Technique, which was much faster than riding the mist.

The scenery before his eyes flew by rapidly as Zhao Mo searched for the shadows of Yao Beasts.

"Hmm?"

"A Yao Beast?"

From afar, Zhao Mo saw a Yao Beast chewing on something with large bites.

"Another man-eater?"

"Damn you!"

Zhao Mo sent the Iron Shovel flying out.

It directly shoveled off its head.

This one was also at the Golden Core level in strength.

With a flash of light, its Physical Body was also collected by Zhao Mo.

The Human Race below, who had thought they were surely going to die, took a long time to react. Had they been saved?

"Another one."

"The cultivation is so low? Only at the Foundation Establishment Stage? Could it be a Yao Beast child?"

Zhao Mo felt no pity; he struck it dead with one shovel, then stored it in his Storage Ring. The action was smooth and continuous, without a single pause.

This left the Xuan Sect Cultivators who had been fighting the Yao Beast dumbfounded; they were fighting, and then their target disappeared.

"Hurry and go save the others. If you encounter Yao Beasts, immediately send a distress signal. Don't waste time, go!"

"Yes, understood."

The group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators dispersed in a rush.

Zhao Mo continued his slaughter.

Regardless of the strength of the Yao Beast, all became souls under his shovel.

It must be said that this Spiritual Artifact, the Iron Shovel, was too easy to use. Striking, smashing, chopping, throwing—every technique could be used as he pleased.

Along the way, Zhao Mo didn't know how many Yao Beasts he had killed. Fortunately, the Storage Ring Li Feng gave him was large enough; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to store many of these Yao Beasts that stood several meters or even over ten meters tall.

"Who are you?"

"Ahead is the territory of the Iron Sword Sect. Outsiders are not allowed to pass."

"The Iron Sword Sect?"

Zhao Mo looked not far away, where a four-meter-tall giant ape was putting a child into its mouth.

"Don't you see the Yao Beast is eating people?"

"Why aren't you saving them?"

"What Yao Beast?"

"Where is there a Yao Beast eating people?"

"Let me tell you, this is the territory of the Iron Sword Sect, not the Xuan Sect. Don't think you can use the excuse of Yao Beasts to occupy our Iron Sword Sect's territory."

"Damn it!"

Zhao Mo was driven mad with anger.

Seeing that the people were about to be eaten up, he shouted angrily, "Get lost!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Zhao Mo was stunned for a moment. These Iron Sword Sect Disciples had cultivation only at the Golden Core level; where did they get the confidence to speak to him like that? Zhao Mo had forgotten that his Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art had been active throughout the entire journey.

Unless he used the Cloud-Ascending Technique, who would know he was a Nascent Soul True Lord?

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"Die."

"Bang."

The suddenly appearing Iron Shovel made the giant Yao Beast ape stumble, but it did not severely injure it.

"A Nascent Soul-level Yao Beast?"

Zhao Mo didn't expect that this ape, which was only four meters tall, actually had strength comparable to the Nascent Soul level.

This was the first Nascent Soul-level Yao Beast he had encountered.

The group of Iron Sword Sect Disciples, seeing Zhao Mo attack the ape, not only did not help but instead stared at the Iron Shovel in Zhao Mo's hand.

Several Golden Core True Persons exchanged glances and suddenly attacked Zhao Mo.

"Fine, fine, fine. I've seen people courting death, but I've never seen anyone court death as hard as you. I'll grant your wish."

Zhao Mo didn't use any Spells; relying solely on the sharpness of his Spiritual Artifact and his Nascent Soul cultivation, he took them out one by one with a shovel, intending to settle the score with all these Iron Sword Sect Golden Core True Persons.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the Golden Cores that had taken years of hard cultivation to form became fireworks. Finally, someone was afraid.

"Don't kill me! My name is Hu Guanyun, and my father is Elder Hu of the Iron Sword Sect!"

Zhao Mo looked at the ape with a mouth full of blood, then looked at the begging Hu Guanyun, and struck down with his shovel, "I don't care about your damn Elder Hu."

But this strike didn't kill Hu Guanyun as Zhao Mo had expected; instead, it was blocked by a protective shield that suddenly appeared on his body.

"Soul Transformation aura?"

Before he could react, Hu Guanyun had disappeared.

"Xuan Sect scum, I will remember you. Sooner or later, I will grind your bones to dust."

Zhao Mo rubbed his chin. Remembered me? Do I look like Liu Yaowen or Liu Yaoming right now? If you want to find me, go ahead.

"Damn, I forgot there was still a big guy here."

The ape, reeking of blood, had already swung its arm toward Zhao Mo.

Bang.

The Iron Shovel and the arm collided, and Zhao Mo was sent flying.

The Nascent Soul-level Yao Beast not only had thick skin and flesh, but its strength was also astonishingly great.

"Big Brother, if we can't beat it, let's run."

"You've recovered? I thought your intelligence had been scattered by the Lightning Tribulation."

Ever since Zhao Mo used the Iron Shovel to block the Lightning Tribulation, the Iron Shovel seemed to have had its intelligence scattered, only recovering just now.

"Run, what run?"

"Didn't you see so many people died?"

"You woke up just in time. Go attract that stupid monkey's attention; I'll find a way to sneak an attack."

Before the Iron Shovel could object, it was thrown out by Zhao Mo.

Next, the Iron Shovel was like a loach, doing everything it could to provoke the ape, making it scream in rage.

This was the difference between a Spiritual Artifact and a Magical Artifact. If it were a Magical Artifact, it would only be controlled by the Cultivator and would not have this kind of subjective initiative.

"Good opportunity."

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Mo brandished the iron stake and stabbed it directly into the ape's left eye.

The pained ape opened its mouth and roared, the huge sound wave shaking the surroundings.

And Zhao Mo, with the cooperation of the Iron Shovel, had already retreated to a safe place.

"Hiss~"

"It really hurts."

That strike just now looked easy, but in reality, it was the accumulation of decades of Zhao Mo stabbing and killing Demon Worms; even so, he still took a punch from the ape.

Although he had magic power protecting his body, his shoulder was in excruciating pain.

The ape, blinded in one eye, was completely incited to ferocity.

Staring at Zhao Mo, it roared and charged over again.

The black shadow whistling past his eyes was the ape's fist. Facing the enraged ape, Zhao Mo was exhausted from dealing with it.

And the Iron Shovel's interference also lost its effect; the ape was focused solely on Zhao Mo.

"This stupid monkey doesn't think you're controlled by me, does it?"

"Shrink a bit and go stab its other eye blind too."

"No, I won't go. What if I get stuck in its eye?"

"Rebelling, are you? Do you believe I'll use you to block the Lightning Tribulation again?"

Zhao Mo threatened the Iron Shovel.