Mo Juren also rushed out and met a young demonic monk who was not very old but wore a luxurious brocade robe. From the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from him, it could be known that the other person was the same as him. The middle stage of foundation building.
The young man in brocade robes was obviously very confident in his own strength, with undisguised contempt in his eyes.
However, his attack was extremely ruthless. As soon as Fang met his face, he directly launched a blood-red flying sword-shaped magic weapon. The sword was filled with blood, and it looked like it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.
"go……"
With a soft drink, the blood sword instantly turned into a blood-red stream of light and flew out.
However, the next scene made the young man in brocade robes dumbfounded. The monk from the Seven Sects in front did not dodge. Instead, he calmly stretched out a golden palm and grabbed the flying man in front of him. The sword was in his hand.
"What the hell!" The eyes of the young man in brocade robes were full of astonishment. His Blood Evil Sword was a genuine top-level magic weapon. Not only was it sharp, but the sword was filled with the terrifying Blood Evil aura and was extremely powerful.
But the person in front of him could easily grab him with just one fleshy palm, but he seemed to be unscathed.
This...could it be that I was dazzled? Hallucinations?
"This is a good thing, thank you fellow Taoist for your generous gift." Not far away, Mo Juren touched the bloody flying sword in his hand, and then put it into his storage bag without hesitation.
"Damn it!" The young man in brocade robes was obviously irritated by the other party's slightly teasing words. He slapped the storage bag, and three rays of blood suddenly shot out, turning into three fist-sized blood-red orbs.
The three orbs were arranged in a triangular position, forming some kind of formation between them, with traces of blood-colored thunder and lightning emerging from them.
As the opponent's mana poured in, the three blood-colored orbs directly turned into three bloody lights and rose into the sky, finally suspending in mid-air.
At the same time, the young man in brocade robes began to pinch the unknown magic formula with his hands at high speed. The blood glow of the three blood beads suddenly rose sharply, eventually forming a bloody haze several feet in diameter.
"A complete set of magical weapons!" A trace of surprise flashed in Mo Juren's eyes. He was really lucky today. He unexpectedly met a wealthy opponent. Together with the previous one, they were already two top-level magical weapons. . Moreover, the three beads in front of me are obviously of higher quality.
Who is this guy? Could he be the young master from a demonic family? Judging from his gorgeous attire, the possibility is really high.
It only took a blink of an eye to hear bursts of thunder in the light mist, and in an instant, bloody thunder and lightning suddenly filled the air from the light mist, tilting down towards the position where Mo Juren was.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
Bloody lightning struck down one after another, as if it had eyes. No matter how much Mo Juren dodged, he still couldn't avoid it and could only resist with his body. Moreover, there is something special about that blood thunder. It can shake his mind. If his consciousness is not strong enough, he may be injured.
"You can catch the Blood Demon Sword, and my Blood Thunder Bead is the best among the top-level magic weapons. The black blood god's thunder released is powerful and specializes in cultivators' souls. I don't believe you can still... damn..." The young man in brocade robes originally planned to laugh at him, but he never thought that after the opponent had withstood several black-blood divine thunders, he would suddenly disappear and rush straight into the light mist in mid-air.
"I still want to do the same trick again..." The young man in brocade robe snorted coldly, and snatched the treasure without even thinking about it while he was on guard. He clasped his hands again, intending to control the blood thunder beads to quickly avoid the opponent's approach.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. A faint light suddenly lit up in the void in front of him, and it disappeared in a flash. Immediately afterwards, there was a heartbreaking pain in the palms of his hands, which instantly interrupted the pinching of the magic formula.
"No..." The young man in brocade robes reacted immediately, but unfortunately, it was too late. The other party has appeared near the light mist, and a similar scene repeats itself again. In just the blink of an eye, the connection between himself and the Blood Thunder Bead was completely severed.
At this time, the young man in brocade robe was completely stunned and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
He is indeed wealthy and has many precious treasures in his storage bag, including even a top-level magic weapon. However, according to the situation just now, I am afraid that there is still nothing that can be done to the other party. As long as you dare to sacrifice, it will be nothing more than a sheep in the tiger's mouth.
No wonder when he came out, his father had warned him many times not to underestimate any monk. Even if he had many treasures to rely on, absolute safety could not be guaranteed.
I was also unlucky to actually meet such a freak.
"Don't be stunned, fellow Taoist, continue! Let me also see the true background of the disciples of the Demonic Dao sect. Maybe I will just capture him as soon as I get scared." Seeing the other party in a daze, Mo Juren did not take the opportunity to act harshly.
This young man has an extraordinary background at first glance. He may be related to the old monster in the Six Demonic Sects, so it would be better not to kill them all. But, since you have such a background, what are you doing here on the battlefield? Aren't you asking for trouble?
"Keep going, all my heritage is yours, you monster, just wait and see." Hearing the other party's slightly teasing words, the young man in golden robe wanted to curse, but he held it back, knowing that he had met The tough guy didn't dare to stay any longer, so he drove the Escape Light back to the camp area at a high speed.
"He ran really fast." Mo Juren smiled slightly, but did not catch up. Instead, he glanced around.
At this time, his location was extremely special, with a large area surrounding him as the center. Both the demonic side and the monks from the seven sects unconsciously distanced themselves from him.
"What's going on? They all seem to be deliberately avoiding me?" A trace of doubt arose in his heart. However, when he noticed a certain demonic monk passing by casually, his expression suddenly changed, and his hands subconsciously hugged a spear in his arms. When I saw it, I suddenly realized it.
This was because he was afraid that he would snatch their magical weapons. The fight just now obviously attracted the attention of many people and they also knew about his strange methods. It's just that the demonic monks are just avoiding you. Why are the people from your seven sects also avoiding you? Could it be that I can still take action against you?
After understanding everything, he couldn't help but be speechless. He didn't expect that a simple battle could have such a deterrent effect. This was unexpected.
It was not only the nearby monks who noticed this, but also the central area of the rear camp, which was the command center of the seven sects of monks. At this time, a silver-haired old man on the high platform showed strange eyes and said with some surprise:
"Such a powerful physical body. Even top-level magic weapons can be connected without being damaged. Is this some kind of body refining secret technique that you have specially practiced?"
"My experience in fighting is also very good. I grasped the opportunity at that moment very accurately. Otherwise, it would not be easy to snatch the treasure again if the opponent deliberately manipulates me.
However, this kid actually practiced the secret technique of body refining, and it seems that he has achieved some achievements, which is really unexpected. "
Next to him, a middle-aged monk with a stern face followed up and made his own analysis. He seemed to be equally surprised. While speaking, there was an unconcealable brilliance in his eyes.
"Hey, from the tone of Fellow Daoist Bai, it seems that I know this person. Could it be that he is a disciple of your Spiritual Beast Mountain? But, his clothes don't look like him either?"
"You can be considered a junior of Bai. As for the attire, who stipulates that disciples of our sect must dress differently?" the middle-aged monk replied incredulously.
"That's true." The silver-haired old man chuckled and did not continue to discuss the matter. Instead, he changed the subject and said,
"The situation of this battle has changed. The other party obviously has the same idea as us and is deliberately reducing the intensity of the battle. Some powerful means are no longer used."
"This is also the meaning above." The monk surnamed Bai shook his head slightly and said,
"At the beginning of this battle, we not only mobilized the power of the seven sects and many families in the Yue Kingdom, but also had Taoist friends from the Yuanwu Kingdom and the Zijin Kingdom to help us. It can be said that we have 'strong soldiers and strong horses'.
I originally thought that I could take this opportunity to defeat and disintegrate the demonic power in front of me, so that I could reverse the unfavorable situation to a certain extent and delay the opponent's invasion.
Unexpectedly, after several large-scale battles, countless resources and manpower were consumed, and in the end, they only ended up with no win or lose.
In this way, the thoughts above will naturally change. Like the previous times, there is no longer much meaning in fighting without any scruples. "
"Then what should we do? We can't just keep doing it like this, right?" The silver-haired old man frowned.
"I'm afraid that's all we can do. Moreover, even if the confrontation continues like this, it may not last long. After all, the demonic side is too strong, and we may not be able to defeat the other side."
"Brother Bai is a little too negative. Our overall strength is still there. If any fighters appear in the future, there may not be a possibility of counterattack."
"Brother Taoist, do you think it's possible?" Hearing the other party's somewhat innocent words, the monk surnamed Bai sneered in his heart, but with a hint of bitterness on his face, he said,
"It is not us who really decide whether the two sides win or lose, but the power at the top. If the top loses, how long can we, the middle and lower levels, persist? I am afraid it will inevitably end in collapse."
"..." The silver-haired old man opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute the other party's words. After a long time, he suddenly asked,
"Brother Bai said that, but did he get any secret information?"
"It's just some speculation. Where is the secret information?" The monk surnamed Bai seemed not to hear the temptation in the other party's words. His expression did not change at all, but he asked directly,
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you are the real core executive of the Hidden Moon Sect. Isn't it easier to get any information than Bai?"
"Fellow Daoist Bai, please don't get me wrong. I'm just asking casually." The silver-haired old man knew that what he just said was wrong and couldn't help but smile. The latter did not show any displeasure, but did not continue to speak.
