"Miss Le, do you recognize Mo?" Mo Juren raised his eyebrows. He had no intention of hiding it. After all, he was so famous in Tiannan that he could find out with just a little investigation.
Therefore, there is no point in being secretive. Instead, it makes you look petty.
He was just surprised that the other party could accurately guess him so quickly. Just by relying on a surname, she was indeed a saint of the Mulan tribe. She did have something.
"More than just recognition, Lord Mo's name is well known on the grassland. Especially the spiritual talisman you refined has brought much trouble to the lower-level magicians of our clan for more than a hundred years!" Mulan The Saint clenched her silver teeth, and then thought of the other party's information that could be called a monster. The two-hundred-year-old Nascent Soul monk, a person with such unlimited potential, really deserves to be killed.
"Is it just the middle and low-level magicians? Not including a few masters from the nobles?" Mo Juren's eyes flashed slightly.
"Sure enough, it's you!" Although Saint Mulan had already guessed, she was still a little uncertain, but now she no longer had any doubts.
A monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul on the other side actually possesses such terrifying strength. Coupled with its terrifying potential, it requires special attention. It is best to kill him directly this time.
She couldn't help but be grateful for her previous plan. If she hadn't made preparations in advance and allowed him to escape today, it would have been too late to regret it.
He glanced vaguely in a certain direction from the corner of his eye, and then stopped talking nonsense. A jade hand reached directly to his slender waist and pulled off a white ribbon tied to his body.
Just as she was about to sacrifice it, she suddenly heard words that made her almost want to vomit blood.
"Miss Le, please respect yourself. Although the women of the grassland are bold and bold, it is not appropriate to take off your clothes and take off your belt in public." Mo Juren looked careless, but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes when he looked at the other party.
"You...you are looking for death!" Saintess Mulan's pretty face was startled, and then she realized that this was not only scolding her, but also included all the Mulan people.
He glanced at the other party with hatred, his murderous intention became even more intense, and he threw out the white ribbon magic weapon.
The white light on the ribbon was dazzling. After circling, it transformed into a large snow-white eagle. Its wings were spread several feet in size, its eyes were fiery red, and its sharp claws were black.
Its wings suddenly flapped, and the snow sculpture instantly disappeared from the place with a flash of white light. When it reappeared, it was already in the sky above Mo Juren's head. Accompanied by a piercing scream, the demonic bird directly grabbed the opponent's Tianling Gai with one of its sharp claws.
"The spirit is good, and it's fat enough, but it's a pity that you can't eat it!" Mo Juren didn't show any panic at all, and he didn't even bother to hide. While teasing, he stretched out a palm like lightning, and in the next moment he directly grabbed the attacker. Come the claws.
It looked like a simple grab, but the power was far beyond imagination. The sharp claws seemed to be firmly welded in the air by iron pliers, and could no longer move forward.
And with a little more force on the palm, the snow sculpture suddenly felt a sharp pain like bone erosion, a scream sounded again, its wings instinctively flapped at a very fast speed, and in an instant, countless snow-white feathers turned into dense wind blades and swept over.
The power of the wind blade was extraordinary, but Mo Juren still ignored it and only relied on the outer armor of his body for defense.
The thing that he can wear is naturally not a mortal thing, it is the blood dragon armor that he got in the past in the chaotic sea.
This armor is the most precious treasure of the dragon clan in the outer sea, and its defensive power can be imagined.
Its quality is obviously not comparable to treasures such as white ribbons. The snow sculpture's attacks cannot even break through the blood-red light on the outer layer of the armor.
The snow sculpture was naturally unwilling to give in. While its body struggled wildly, the other sharp claw also grabbed it. Unfortunately, the result was no different and it fell into the opponent's hands again.
But at this moment, a flash of ice-blue light suddenly flashed, and the snow sculpture's huge body was directly covered by a layer of blue ice, unable to move anymore.
Seeing this scene, Saintess Mulan immediately became more vigilant. She thought she had overestimated the opponent enough, but now it seems that she is still far behind, with a powerful body and top-notch armor.
The latter can also understand that as long as you are lucky enough, it is not uncommon to get some top-quality treasures by accident, not to mention that the other party is the owner of Tianhua Tower.
But the physical body is different. There are countless similar body-refining methods in the world of cultivation, but no matter which one it is, it requires a lot of time and energy to practice hard to achieve success.
It is unbelievable that the other party has achieved Nascent Soul at the age of more than two hundred years. He has not even left behind in the cultivation of his physical body. Even monsters are not enough to describe him.
Seeing that the snow sculpture was captured, Saint Mulan did not pay attention. Instead, she solemnly recited bursts of obscure and mysterious spells.
At the same time, the fingers of his hands were spread apart and held flat in the shape of a lotus. A white light group appeared on it, vaguely as if a white lotus in bud was slowly taking shape.
Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly, naturally not giving the other party time to cast the spell smoothly. When he just started reciting the incantation, he had already summoned a black crystal sword.
Following his change of mind, the flying sword grew in the wind, growing to a length of more than ten feet in an instant. The surface shone with blue light, and it was obvious that there was dry blue ice flame attached to it.
"Cut!" With a loud shout, the giant sword slashed down on the opponent's head.
Seeing this, Saint Mulan did not panic. The sound of the spell suddenly stopped. The white light lotus originally held in her hand had completely taken shape and slowly flew to the sky above her head.
The lotus petals unfolded one by one, giving people a delicate and delicate feeling, and then bloomed with dazzling white light, protecting his entire body.
The giant sword struck directly on the white light curtain, erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations, but it did not break it.
"Interesting!" Both the white lotus and the light screen were transformed by the opponent's magic power, but they have such powerful defense. It is really not simple.
Mo Juren sneered, and suddenly lightning flashed in his hand, and he took out the 'Thunder Seal'. With his current strength, he could activate it almost instantly.
With a thought in his mind, the Thunder Seal rose into the air and suddenly turned into a giant thunder and lightning seal several feet square, carrying terrifying power and smashing towards the opponent again.
Unlike the Flying Sword, the Thunder Seal is a purely offensive ancient treasure, and its destructive power is far beyond the comparison of the former with just one sword. As soon as Fang appeared, the beauty of Saint Mulan in the light curtain suddenly changed.
"High-grade ancient treasure!" The woman exclaimed, and quickly pinched the magic formula in her hand again. At the same time, the sandalwood mouth opened slightly, and a stream of white energy shot out and sank directly into the white lotus.
In an instant, a layer of lotus phantoms emerged from the white lotus out of thin air, completely covering the girl's body layer by layer as if it were a substance.
"Boom..." A loud noise like the earth was shattering came out, and a radius of several hundred feet was completely submerged by the sea of thunder. Saint Mulan, who was inside the white lotus phantom, obviously underestimated the power of the thunder and lightning seal. When she was affected, her complexion suddenly turned pale, and a trace of bright red oozed from the corners of her mouth.
The outermost light curtain was directly shattered, and the white lotus phantom on the surrounding surface began to flicker at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this, she didn't have time to think too much, she quickly made a seal with her hands, and the white lotus on her body and head turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared suddenly.
The next moment, about twenty feet away in the mid-air, the woman's graceful figure emerged again in a green light.
It was obvious that she had suffered serious injuries. At this time, Saint Mulan's aura had become much weaker, and she looked at someone in front of her with an unprecedented seriousness.
"Wind Escape Technique! It's really extraordinary!" Mo Juren did not take advantage of the victory to pursue her. After all, this woman was only secondary. The more important thing was the old scumbag deep underground, who might take action at any time.
Naturally, he has to leave his real trump card to the other party. As for Saint Mulan in front of him, it is enough to use 30% of the means. Moreover, the opponent is proficient in the art of wind escape, so it is really impossible to kill him.
In this case, there is no need to waste energy and mana to entangle, but to control the thunder seal attack again.
Saint Mulan had already experienced the terrifying power of the thunder and lightning giant seal, so naturally she did not dare to take it head-on. She used the wind escape technique to dodge and at the same time, she suddenly took the white lotus above her head into her body.
The surface of its body then lit up with a milky white light, and white lotus petal shadows bloomed around it. At the same time, a huge white lotus measuring several feet in size also appeared under the opponent's naked feet.
Pieces of lotus petals slowly bloomed and rotated around his body. At this moment, she suddenly stopped. As the thunder seal fell again, she did not break through the defense of these lotus pieces.
Obviously, the defense of these lotus pieces is much stronger than the previous lotus phantom. Even if Mo Juren did not exert 100% of the power of this seal, he still could not deny the magic of the other party's methods.
You must know that what the other party used was not a treasure, but some kind of secret technique. It was rare to achieve such an effect.
He even speculated that the Mulan people used the sacred bird as their totem, which was a genuine existence in the upper realm. Could the powerful secret techniques used by the other party also come from this way?
But at this moment, Saint Mulan suddenly raised a plain hand to her chest, spread her fingers apart, and in the sound of a sweet and obscure spell, a ray of green light flew out from the cuff of her sleeve and landed steadily in her palm.
The brilliance faded away, revealing a bronze oil lamp that looked very poor in appearance. It had an old and broken appearance, and was even slightly blackened with age.
"Holy Lamp!" Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen this lamp once during the last battle in Tiantian City. It was regarded as the opponent's trump card, and even the biggest trump card of the entire Mulan clan.
The other party was planning to risk his life. He couldn't help but think that if he were to snatch it away today, wouldn't it mean that he would directly cut off his salary and cut off the foundation of the Mulan people?
Such thoughts only stayed in my mind for a moment and then dissipated.
The reason why this lamp is called a holy lamp represents the belief of the Mulan people, and it is also a bridge to communicate with the upper world.
If it is really taken away, the entire Mulan tribe will go crazy. In order to take back this lamp, they will definitely take revenge at any cost.
Let's forget about this thankless thing. Although he thinks highly of himself, he is not arrogant enough to offend the entire Mulan tribe.
He looked at the snow sculpture frozen by the blue ice beside him, and as soon as he thought about it, a shadow disappeared into it silently. Then the blue ice turned into flames and returned to the body, and the snow sculpture also escaped.
This naturally made Saint Mulan in the distance extremely surprised, but she couldn't think too much about it and quickly thought about taking it back.
However, the situation was completely different from what she thought. She actually lost contact with the snow sculpture.
The snow sculpture is the spirit of the ribbon magic weapon. Although it is not her natal magic weapon, it is still an exotic treasure that has been kept with her for hundreds of years. How could it lose contact?
The next scene made his expression even more ugly. The snow sculpture, which had lost its master, returned to its original state in an instant and transformed into a white ribbon under the forceful oppression of the other party.
"Miss Le, this is a good gift, so Mo accepted it." Mo Juren chuckled and threw it directly into the Ten Thousand Souls Gourd. When she heard such shameless words, Saint Mulan was immediately filled with shame and anger.
Unlike other treasures, this ribbon was something close to her body. Being taken away by the other party forcibly made her frightened and angry, and her murderous intention became even stronger.
She is a saint of the Mulan tribe. She is the only one who can communicate with the holy birds in the upper world. She is a unique existence in the tribe and enjoys the love and respect of hundreds of millions of tribesmen.
Even the master of the clan was polite to him. How had he ever been teased like this?
She swore in her heart that she would kill this 'disciple' today, otherwise it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Thinking of this, Tankou immediately opened his mouth slightly and recited bursts of ancient mantras.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, how is the situation there? Can it still be sustained?" But at this moment, Mo Juren suddenly heard the message from the monk surnamed Lu.
"It'll be fine in a short period of time." Mo Juren didn't pretend to be fat. After all, there was a mouse underneath.
"The defeat of this battle has been decided. There is no point in continuing to entangle. We plan to cover some of the disciples and leave. Then Saint Mulan can only ask fellow Taoists."
"Okay, I will do my best." Mo Juren did not refuse and sent a message directly back.
Hearing this answer, the monk surnamed Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and then conveyed some plans to other colleagues. After all, it is not easy to evacuate under the current situation, and you must have a certain plan.
Soon after, all the monks in the base began to take action, forming several small teams and evacuating in different directions.
Naturally, the Mulan people would not just watch the cooked duck fly away, and they also divided into different teams to pursue it. The two sides were constantly entangled, and there were countless casualties. However, as long as one side tried its best to escape, it would eventually drift away. As for how much it could escape in the end, it could only depend on God's will.
Of course, there are some who can't leave, and this part of them can be regarded as 'abandoned children'. Not only the dead ones, but also the living ones only lasted for a moment before being captured by the Mulan people.
Saint Mulan naturally saw all this in her eyes, but her expression was extremely calm. She didn't care about others. Only Mo Juren in front of her was her real goal today.
As long as the opponent can't run away, that's the biggest gain. As for the others, just let nature take its course and catch as many as possible.
She was a little curious, but the other party didn't run away immediately like the others at this moment!
It seems that he is confident enough in his own strength that he is not in a hurry.
That's right, his strength in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was firmly suppressed by him, so it was inevitable to have such arrogance.
This would be great. Naturally, the other party would not know the situation of 'Master Bi', and it would be too late to cry before long.
At this moment, the sound of the incantation has stopped, and the bronze oil lamp in his hand has obviously been completely activated. The sandalwood mouth opens, and a ball of baby fire sprays directly onto the bronze lamp.
The next moment, only a little green light emerged, slowly lighting up on the lamp. (End of chapter)
