"Jingmen!"
"open!"
The moment the thunder fell, a door of light appeared in front of Mo Li, swallowing the thunder in and easily neutralizing the attack.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan was not surprised when he saw this.
If the opponent is defeated so easily, he will be angry.
For a monk of the same level to be able to escape such a distance in his hands, he had to exercise his muscles and muscles, and it couldn't be over so quickly.
After all, he had already decided in his heart that he would let Mo Li enjoy a taste of thunder purgatory before he died.
"Do it!"
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe waved his hand and once again sealed the space with a secret method.
The Thunder Clan elite opposite him then took out a sledgehammer with thunder surrounding it. It turned out to be a powerful imperial weapon.
As soon as the emperor's soldiers took action, it was obvious that the elites of the Thunder Clan were not prepared to hold back.
He is a cautious person, and since he is in the human world, it is better to make a quick decision.
"Smash it for me!"
The Thunder Clan elite held a sledgehammer and swung the hammer towards Mo Li like a god of thunder.
This hammer of thunder light surrounds, getting bigger and bigger in the air, and combined with the space blockade, it is inevitable for people to avoid it.
And Li Qiye had no intention of avoiding it.
When he deployed Qimen Dunjia, he had already sensed the aura of his old friend.
When the thunder hammer attack fell, the sealed space here was broken open by a golden light.
"break!"
With a long roar, a gleaming golden trident came through the space, and then used unparalleled power to deflect the thunder hammer attack.
The two attacks collided, and the aftermath shook the sea surface, and figures appeared behind Mo Li.
In front of Mo Li, a warrior wearing a golden chainmail and holding a golden trident appeared.
"The demon clan in this world?"
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan frowned slightly when he saw this.
He didn't expect that there would be such a brave monster clan in a mere lower realm, but the strength of the late Saint level actually gave him a somewhat dangerous feeling.
Things seem to be getting interesting!
"Holy Son, the opponent is not the demon clan, but the Yaksha clan under the dragon clan."
"It is said that the warriors of the Yaksha tribe are all extremely powerful. When I saw them today, they certainly lived up to their reputation."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Yaksha warriors headed by them have pure dragon blood. Their future achievements will be limitless, and their combat power will far exceed that of monks of the same level."
At this time, the Yaksha Clan appeared, and the Thunder Clan elite became extremely vigilant, and he quickly came to his Holy Son.
He was very smart and immediately understood that this Lanyan Academy disciple had deliberately led them to the beach.
If it were just a Yaksha clan, they might just be difficult to deal with.
But there was not just one Yaksha clan coming, but a group of them.
Although the strength of those Yaksha tribe is not at the holy level, they can jointly attack and their power cannot be underestimated.
These are not the most important things. The important thing is that this is the territory of the human world, and they should not fight for a long time.
Even if the clan gave them some life-saving means, those means could only be used at critical times.
Now that he has just entered the lower realm, he has resorted to life-saving measures, which is really unreasonable.
"The black owl of the Yaksha tribe is here, you have crossed the border!"
"If you dare to take action again, you will become the enemy of the Yasha clan and will fight until death!"
The black owl is wearing a golden chainmail and his aura is unstoppable.
At this time, he was stronger than when he jumped through the Dragon Gate, and he was the undisputed number one person in the Yasha clan.
In recent years, he is also the Sea Clan who has visited Lanyan Academy the most. Mo Li is the first friend he made at Lanyan Academy, so he will naturally help his friends to stand up.
And according to the rumors from Mo Li just now, these two people came from the upper world and seemed to have some plot against Lanyan Academy.
This made him even more angry.
Gu Lan had a great debt of gratitude to him and the entire Yaksha clan. Gu Lan founded Lanyan Academy by his own hand, but the other party dared to challenge the idea of Lanyan Academy. This was a conflict with the entire Yaksha clan. enemy.
The Black Owl raised the golden trident and locked his Qi on the Thunder Clan's two people.
As long as the two of them dare to make any rash move, he will unleash a thunderous strike.
According to his thoughts, he was actually ready to take action from the beginning.
However, Mo Li asked him to focus on holding people back, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger for the time being.
"Holy Son, the Yaksha tribe is not easy to deal with. Let's withdraw temporarily!"
"It's not something to be trifled with! The fun has just begun. No matter what, we have to help each other finish singing. This is the sea, and I, the Holy Son, just have a good time with them!"
The Thunder Clan elite was intimidated by the Black Owl's aura, and used secret techniques to transmit sounds. Before he could persuade them, they were interrupted by the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan.
During the communication between the two, the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
After chasing him all the way, he finally had a chance to fight. Letting him escape at this time was simply more uncomfortable for him than killing him.
"They're just a bunch of waste from the lower world!"
"Even if you have peerless skills and dragon blood, what can you do to me!"
The moment the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan finished speaking, a flying sword fell directly into his hand. He touched the blade of the sword with his fingers together, and blood fell onto the blade, emitting a terrifying thunder light.
Those lightning lights intertwined and formed a thunder armor on his body in the blink of an eye.
In this state, the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan is confident that he will not be at a disadvantage in the realm of God, so how can he be afraid of monks of the same level in the lower realm, or even monks who are not as good as him in cultivation.
However, he did not underestimate the enemy. The flying sword turned into a thunder sword in his hands, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I originally prepared this secret technique for the saints of all races in the Great Competition of All Races. Today I will let you losers have a try!"
"Thunder God's Wrath!"
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe shouted loudly and slashed with his sword.
When he slashed out this sword, the thunder light behind him gathered into a thunder pattern, and he actually slashed out a thunder sword with the same posture.
The two sword lights merged in the air, and the power they erupted was extremely terrifying, like a natural disaster.
Such a terrifying blow made even the Yaksha warriors, who were always known for their bravery, instinctively take a step back.
Although they took a step back, they immediately took a step forward in the next second. Each of them took out a trident in their hands, used the secret method of the Yasha clan, and opened a water net in an attempt to block this terrifying offensive.
They were on defense, but Black Owl was indeed on offense.
"Well done!"
Black Owl looked at the thunderous sword light, his eyes burning with fighting intent.
Since leaping over the dragon gate, his cultivation has been rapid, and he has quickly surpassed most of his fellow clansmen. Now he is the strongest warrior of the Yasha clan. He has not fought a hearty battle for a long time. His attack on the Holy Son of the Thunder clan is very... satisfy.
Black Owl stimulated the dragon blood in his body, his eyes were like a pair of golden pupils burning with flames, and golden scales appeared on his face, like a shining golden god of war.
He waved the golden trident in his hand, standing in front of the clan members without dodging or dodging, and faced the blow in earnest.
Mo Li looked at it and shook his head, but he was not idle either. He began to pinch the seal in his hand.
