Start with the Soul Forge - Chapter 624: The Pain of the Original Family in East Asia's Distorted Parent-Child Relationship

The terrifying airflow that blew away the clouds and tore the earth apart was just a prelude to the attack.

This offensive was not aimed at Mo Hao himself, but was a large-scale bombing.

But as luck would have it, Mo Hao himself was unfortunately within the bombing range.

"What bad luck."

Either stop the offensive and leave the bombing area.

Or you can just not resist at all, praying that your body can withstand the bombardment and that the other party doesn't notice you.

Mo Hao found the former troublesome, but he didn't want to choose the latter at all.

Comparing the two options, the latter is indeed worse.

In front of Mo Hao, a storm blew up. This wind was not from the southeast, northwest, or north, nor was it the golden wind, nor was it the wind of flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos. It was called [Bifeng].

Even if immortals and gods are blown by [Bifeng], it will be blown into the six internal organs through the fontanelle, pass through the Dantian, penetrate the nine orifices, and cause their bones and flesh to disappear, and their bodies to disintegrate.

This is a wind disaster that even gods would find difficult to resist.

And this is just the prelude to the outbreak of some powerful move.

"Coincidentally, I am also good at controlling the wind!"

The voices were heard amidst the howling wind. Even the storm could not bury the sound, and it reached the ears of everyone in the area.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed, forming a huge tornado. Mo Hao's body spun along with the tornado. He clasped his hands together and turned his head to pierce through the storm in front of him.

The storm was so fierce and violent that it disturbed the surrounding atmosphere, cutting through the wind like a sharp blade.

This is exactly the [Wind Breaking the Earth] in the Xiantian Qiankun Gong. Of course, it can also be called [Battle Tornado].

The use of moves is flexible and varied, the mystery lies in the heart, so naturally there are not so many rules and regulations.

Directly create a tornado around the body and drill the enemy into pieces with the force of a lightning and poisonous dragon drill. This can be called [Wind Breaks the Earth].

The storm is spinning in his palm, creating infinite suction force to suck the enemies over. It is not wrong to call it [Bloodthirsty Demon Sealing Slash].

In an instant, the two storms collided. Mo Hao broke through the surface with a point and tore apart Bi Feng. At the same time, one palm faced the sky and the other faced the ground. In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened.

In the infinite darkness, there was a flashing scarlet light, which finally turned into the word "sky" in everyone's eyes.

Instant Kill!!!

The Shura move of a thousand strikes in an instant completely blew up Bi Feng and made him disappear.

It seemed as if the surprising storm was broken up, but the next moment it was filled with boundless pressure.

It felt heavy, as if the weight of the entire world was on my shoulders.

Even with Mo Hao's physique, he couldn't help but pause for a moment when bearing this weight.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Mo Hao, and a white hand gently stroked his chest.

A wide path that could almost be a river. Not far from where Mo Hao stopped sliding, there was a gathering place. He could clearly hear what those people were talking about.

“Quick, bring the sacrifice up quickly, [He] is hungry.”

"I'm not hungry." The speaker was a woman in colorful gauze, graceful and elegant. At first glance, one would involuntarily think that she was a mother.

But the expression on her face at this moment destroyed this perception very well.

"If I'm hungry, I'll come up and find food myself."

She smiled as she spoke, but that smile was definitely not a positive one. The goddess waved her hand gently, and the earth shook and the sky collapsed. "I'm kidding you. Even if I'm not hungry, I would come up here to look for food."

With just one strike, nearly two-thirds of the tribe were killed.

And for this goddess, this was just a wave of her hand.

All one can do in the face of her is to offer sacrifices in an attempt to appease her hunger.

But it was obvious that, as the goddess said, she did not need anyone to offer sacrifices to her, and if she was hungry she would go ashore to find food by herself.

"I've already told you, I have a big appetite, and you guys... aren't enough!"

Along with these words came a torrent that engulfed everything. The only people left in the tribe could only kneel on the ground, looking at the torrent that submerged everything, trembling and uttering an unknown word, "Mom!"

"Huh? In order to survive, you can even call out to your mother?"

The goddess seemed to have no such thing as "motherhood". She stretched out her hand and pressed down. Suddenly, eighteen torrents erupted from the earth, threatening to turn the land into a swamp. "Life that is not strong enough is not qualified to call me mother."

At this moment, the goddess' eyes suddenly focused, and she took a half step back for the first time. At the same time, eighteen torrents of energy erupted and surrounded her, barely blocking the oncoming fist.

Is it blocked?

Faced with the power that created the world, the river water could not be stopped at all, absolutely not!

The force of the fist penetrated the water ball and directly blasted out the goddess wrapped in it.

But Mo Hao did not pursue the victory, because the surrounding river water condensed into a dragon head and rushed towards him.

The moment they made contact, Mo Hao felt the heaviness.

This is definitely not ordinary river water. With his current strength, let alone a river, even the sea can lift it up.

But the impact force of these dragon heads far exceeded Mo Hao's imagination.

The impact of dragon heads formed by more than a hundred river waters made Mo Hao lose the chance to pursue and also caused a distance of hundreds of meters between the two sides.

For either side, hundreds of meters are a distance that can be reached in a moment's thought.

"Sorry, I don't play tiles." Mo Hao had no intention of learning from Xia Ya, and the two sides' ages did not match, "so I'm not interested."

"It's okay." Huang He moved his arms and legs. "If my son doesn't obey, mom will punish him."

"Coincidentally, the most common parent-child activity held by East Asian families is family fighting games."

(End of this chapter)