The setting sun at dusk stretches the silhouette of a sea of grass. The rustling grass leaves are covered with a golden-red haze. The soft and graceful lines of heaven, earth, and distance make up everything in the world.
Maybe Chen Mo once had the opportunity to meet a beautiful woman in a fairy tale like a dream, but the appearance of the woman in front of him was like a cold thorn, bringing Chen Mo back to reality in an instant.
"If you cooperate well, the time to find you will be shortened by at least half!"
Meng Qianqiu stood a few feet away from Chen Mo, not hiding her disgust, and said in a cold tone.
Chen Mo laughed and didn't care, and said calmly: "If you came here to criticize me specifically, you can go back now."
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!"
Meng Qianqiu said: "I have deduced the restricted formation eye. I can use my spiritual power to break the formation. However, it is surrounded by weeds. I can no longer summon the condensed light and color. When I break the formation, you have to All you have to do is block them!”
"If it's just what you said, it sounds simple." Chen Mo pondered for a while and said with a little meaning.
Meng Qianqiu understood what he meant. A few moments ago, the two sides had been fighting a life-and-death fight. Now they had to cooperate without time. Even if she ignored the past grudges, Chen Mo couldn't believe it.
It's hard to say that Meng Qianqiu launched a sneak attack from behind before he could break the formation.
"Then what do you want? Make a vow? Or sign a spiritual contract together?"
Chen Mo waved his hand: "Don't bother me, I'll just go with you."
The two conditions mentioned by Meng Qianqiu are not sincere at all. It is too easy to find loopholes in the language and the method is not feasible.
As for signing the spiritual contract, Chen Mo knew that this was pure nonsense. The fluctuation of spiritual power that erupted after signing was enough to make this sea of grass hang them more than ten times.
"Hmph! You seem to be very confident in your own strength." Meng Qianqiu seemed a little surprised to see Chen Mo so cheerful.
"Are you still leaving?" Chen Mo was unhappy.
"Okay!" Meng Qianqiu said calmly without talking nonsense, "Follow my pace and walk seventy steps to the true north in the first section."
When Chen Mo heard this, he immediately acted according to the words Meng Qianqiu gave him. Of course, she herself was taking the same path, thus avoiding the chance that only Chen Mo would be led into the trap.
The second paragraph...the third paragraph, a man and a woman are walking slowly in the sea of grass. The moonlight is gradually rising, and the wild grass in the tall grass has become sparse.
"I walked for three hours..."
Meng Qianqiu's consciousness was also highly concentrated. On the one hand, he needed to be wary of Chen Mo's tricks, and on the other hand, he had to calculate their location and subconsciously blurted out a word that did not belong to this world.
"Hours, what do you mean?"
Chen Mo suddenly asked from behind. He was not deaf, so he could naturally hear Meng Qianqiu's mutterings.
Meng Qianqiu glanced back at Chen Mo. She wanted to ignore it, but she remembered something and suddenly said, "One hour is two hours."
Chen Mo asked doubtfully: "Did you create it yourself?"
"Master taught me, why Zhao Ping, do you still want to ask my master why he created this notation?"
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking."
Although Chen Mo's expression was meaningless, his heart was shocked. He indirectly heard the name Mo Yuan again.
What kind of person is he? He can cultivate a monster like Meng Qianqiu in the Qi refining stage, and he can order the entire Tianyun Continent to plan the 'Tianyun Nine Sons', and he dares to create his own time notation!
"Trapped Demon Island...Trapped Demon Island...I will definitely find out what's going on after I build the foundation!"
While Chen Mo was thinking about it, Meng Qianqiu continued: "Since you are so curious, let me tell you a little more to give you some insights."
"One second is equivalent to one breath. Beyond seconds, there are minutes. Sixty seconds is one minute. A quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes, which can also be said to be nine hundred seconds."
"Seconds, minutes..."
Chen Mo quietly wrote down these notations and asked: "Everyone knows that there are eight quarters in an hour. Isn't that sixty minutes equal to one hour, which is exactly in line with the ratio of one and sixty. "
"That's right." Meng Qianqiu admitted frankly: "This notation is very troublesome. We only use it at certain times..." The topic changed and she said: "I can see that you You seem to be very interested in Demonic Island?"
Chen Mo sighed secretly, this was something inevitable, and he did not deny it at the moment: "After the foundation is established, I will go there to have a look."
"Then I'm really sorry, you will stay here forever." Meng Qianqiu added a threatening word and also gave the last instruction: "Just take seven steps forward and stop."
At this time, the sea of grass seemed to be split open by a sharp blade, with only the weeds growing on both sides. Chen Mo didn't know if he was frightened by Meng Qianqiu's warning, but his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground before taking a few steps.
The grass blades on both sides were suddenly moved by a strong wind, but they came and went in a hurry without causing much waves.
Meng Qianqiu despised in his heart that this kind of guy who gets weak when he hears a threat still wants to go to the Demonic Island to practice. In a few hours, he will come back screaming.
After all, it was a real purgatory on earth. As someone who had experienced it for a long time, she was the monk most qualified to evaluate the Demonic Island.
Meng Qianqiu was not suspicious. Zhao Ping's usual style was indeed just a character who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He was sneaking around in the soul-enhancing pool, even though he was bullying him, he never came out to say anything.
On top of the tortoise shell, this person is still a villain. All the monks are almost exhausted before he appears. He is at best a Qi refining person with a cultivation base that is not as good as the foundation. It is not easy to kill her when she is at her peak, but Winning is not difficult.
Chen Mo stood up weakly: "It makes fellow Taoist Qianqiu laugh, the road here is not easy."
"It doesn't matter. If you have nothing else to do, we will take action together in ten minutes. You will block the entanglement of the weeds, and I will break the restriction." Meng Qianqiu said expressionlessly.
Only then did Chen Mo know why Meng Qianqiu kindly told him the time notation. The purpose was to reduce mistakes during cooperation and make everything done more accurately.
Knowing the whole thing at a glance, a simple notation made Chen Mo suddenly enlightened, and some strange thoughts suddenly poured into his mind.
Chen Mo knew that this was not the time to think about these things, so he dismissed the messy thoughts and said immediately: "Just follow what fellow Taoist said."
The giant peak was slowly clasped into his hands, again attracting attacks from many blades of grass. After everything calmed down, it was Meng Qianqiu's turn to take things. The two of them took out the magic weapons alternately. Although there were many, in the end, under their caution, there was no Causing a riot in the blades of grass.
"start!!"
Meng Qianqiu suddenly shouted loudly, and the purple gem on the hilt of Shuangyue's sword shone inexplicably. Then, there was a crackling thunder and lightning in Chen Mo's ears, and a thunder as thick as an arm lingered out, directly under her guidance. Rushing forward into the seemingly nothingness.
At the same time, such a huge momentum naturally attracted the attack of countless blades of grass, overwhelming the sky, and dense black instantly enveloped the two people.
At the moment of crisis, Chen Mo pinched his sword, and the size of the Giant Peak increased several times again. With the unstoppable meaning of building a foundation, it suddenly broke through the grass blades in the sky.
"not enough!!"
Although it was the first time for the two to cooperate, as they were at the peak of Qi refining, there was always a tacit understanding. The Yinhua Mirror was summoned from Chen Mo's palm again. With a flick of his wrist, four annihilated gray lights suddenly aroused. Shoot out.
One of them was given to the sky above the Giant Peak to point out the Arrancar, and the other three were to help Meng Qianqiu's purple thunder to remove the thorns blocking the way, allowing her to break through the formation as quickly as possible.
Chen Mo didn't want to expose this treasure. The less things he had to show in front of Meng Qianqiu, the better. But if he didn't fix it, he would be the first to collapse. He had no choice but to make this move.
However, the two still underestimated the full power of Caohai, or in other words, they did not show much sincerity. The short-lived firefly only lasted for a while, and another layer of grass blades rushed up to cover it.
If Chen Mo's Pear Blossom Vial was used to delay the offensive of Grass Blades, or if Meng Qianqiu's attack was more forceful, they would not be so passive. It can only be said that the two of them have mutual reservations, but in this case, the impact is fatal.
"Poof!" Chen Mo was so suppressed by the counter-shock of the Giant Peak that he spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he used the silver flower mirror to break through the shield of grass leaves, there were too many layers that fell down. If the Giant Peak continued to hold on, it would be too much. It will break into pieces, and if it is forcibly taken back, the crisis for the two of them will become even more serious!
"Waste!! How long have you been holding on?!" Meng Qianqiu was so angry that he cursed Chen Mo, and at this moment, the purple thunder finally broke through the grass blades in front and was about to reach the void in front.
"Whoosh!!"
A layer of grass blades that Chen Mo hadn't noticed suddenly slid down from above their heads, blocking the front of the purple thunder. Thousands of grass blades were dancing ferociously, as if they were about to strangle their heads in the next moment.
Meng Qianqiu had no choice but to hurriedly recite a series of strange magic spells. Suddenly, a bone-chilling coldness emanated from the Frost Moon Sword, just like the calm before the snowstorm when he killed the young man named Chu.
There was no guidance, no decree. Between heaven and earth, the gray grass blades under the moonlight were all covered with a thin layer of frost. Chen Mo and the grass shield that resisted the thunder were all sluggish for a moment.
This is enough.
"boom!!"
The sky above the sea of grass suddenly seemed to be torn apart by something. The entire huge sea of grass was filled with an unprecedented white mist. It completely collapsed amidst Meng Qianqiu's angry shout!
The moment Chen Mo's picture shattered, he had just released the coldness after being frozen by Meng Qianqiu, and there was a 'snap' under his feet, like the shackles worn by a prisoner, as if they were locked by something.
He looked down and saw the two fine iron puppets that had been hiding for a long time!
"Hahaha, Zhao Ping! How does the power of these two puppets compare with yours? Aren't you good at sneak attacks and underhanded tricks? How do you feel about me treating others with my own methods?"
Meng Qianqiu was laughing wildly in front of him, and the ancient attic was behind him. Chen Mo frowned. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth no longer seemed to be imprisoned. He pushed his body crazily, but still couldn't get rid of the two puppets holding him at his feet. hand.
"You are so despicable, Meng Qianqiu!!" Chen Mo roared angrily: "Are you all a bunch of shameless villains on Demon Island!!"
"No matter how despicable you are, it's not enough!" Meng Qianqiu said with a smile:
"Before you die, I will grant you one wish and tell you how to step into the trap, so that you will not have regrets even after you die!!"
Chen Mo had already guessed something, and he said at this time: "You keep asking me to take steps, why do you just paralyze my consciousness and willingly walk into the area where you have already ambush, and after the restriction is broken, you can attack me unexpectedly!! "
Meng Qianqiu applauded approvingly: "That's right! Save me from wasting my breath. Then after you know it, go..."
"——Die!!"
"spread!"
The moment Chen Mo held the Frost Moon Sword, the sea of grass on both sides did not disappear. What they lost was the shifting energy, and their own characteristics still existed.
Suddenly, hundreds of grass marks on both sides seemed to have eyes, and they quickly wrapped around Meng Qianqiu's limbs!
This blow was caught off guard. Meng Qianqiu was careless and her legs were tied up in an instant. The grass blades swept her up and lifted her up high. The crazy and restless grass blades around her also wrapped her arms tightly. .
"Strangle you to death!" Chen Mo's eyes showed murderous intent, and the thickest blade of grass went straight towards Meng Qianqiu's neck without concealment.
"Uh-huh!"
Shuangyue seemed to have a sword spirit by her side. When her master encountered a crisis, she actually took the initiative to stick close to her and split the incoming fatal rope with a 'swish'. Meng Qianqiu felt as if she was being pardoned and connected with her mind. Shuangyue's dazzling sword shadow met the following. Many blades of grass came.
"Damn! She really has enough magic weapons!!"
Chen Mo cursed angrily and immediately gave up the idea of taking her life. Now that his feet were restricted, he had better find a way to deal with the two locked puppets!
Otherwise, when Meng Qianqiu gets out of trouble, she will be the swordsman and Chen Mo will be the fish, and he can be killed as much as he wants.
"Clang" sound!
Chen Mo drew out his flying sword and struck the left-legged puppet accurately.
However, a surprising scene occurred.
The puppet's shoulder was unscathed, but Chen Mo's flying sword suddenly caused a fine crack where the fine iron struck.
Meng Qianqiu laughed loudly when he saw this scene, and even thought of taunting him: "Zhao Ping! I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. With those inferior flying swords in your storage bag, even if they are all cut off, there is no way to kill these two." If the puppet cuts you, you should wait until I am in a good mood to leave you with a whole body!!"
"Noisy!!"
Chen Mo knew that she was deliberately arousing his anger so that he could ignore some things in the tense atmosphere. Chen Mo ignored her and mobilized his vitality again. He took out a flying sword and prepared to chop at the puppet.
Just now he used Yin spirit power to take action. This time he wanted to try the secret method of vitality spirit power plus assistance to see if he could break through this hard puppet's grip!
"Haha! Zhao Ping, you are still wasting your efforts!!"
However, after a moment, Meng Qianqiu's smile suddenly froze because she saw a sword wound about half an inch deep on the puppet's shoulder!
"How is that possible? With all his junk..." Meng Qianqiu's pupils shrank suddenly, then the problem... can only be caused by the transfer of spiritual power in his body!
At this time, Chen Mo was also shocked to the point of numbness in his mouth, and his whole arm was sore. As expected, the flying sword in his hand was cracked again. He took a quick glance and saw that it was basically scrapped.
There are many similar flying swords. He is not afraid of losing them all. He is only worried that Meng Qianqiu will be out of trouble before he has time.
"Seventy percent of the strength is not enough!!"
Chen Mo was anxious in his heart. He used 100% of the force on the second flying sword. Half of the blade popped out with a 'clang' sound, and the puppet's scars were more serious than before.
"Not good!!" Meng Qianqiu's heart tightened. She could never let Chen Mo escape faster than her. She immediately used her spiritual consciousness to drive Shuang Yue and once again cut off countless blades of grass.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Both of them sped up several times. One slashed the puppet's shoulder crazily with his flying sword, while the other controlled the flying sword to cut off the grass and leaves entangled on his body. They were not so tough originally, but under Chen Mo's vitality and spiritual power, everything changed. There has been a significant improvement.
"Click" sound!
As soon as the left foot that was imprisoned by the puppet was released, nine flying swords were lost. Chen Mo quickly looked at Meng Qianqiu's situation. The woman also cut off the ropes of two arms at the same time. As he looked, a cold smile suddenly appeared. , she is making secrets with both hands!
Chen Mo snorted coldly, and the flying sword from his waist shot out in the blink of an eye. The blade came with a cold light, it was his Qianxuan sword drawing style!
"Bloodlight Arrow!"
Speed, too fast! A blood flower suddenly bloomed on Chen Mo's shoulder. This was a blessing in misfortune. If he had not broken free from the restraints of one foot, the place where the blood flower exploded would have been his head.
On the other side, a bunch of Meng Qianqiu's hair was also cut off in a row. After all, the blood arrow caused the injury at one point, but the flying sword swiped it down to bring up a line.
"hiss......"
Chen Mo's face twitched. Although the injury on his shoulder was not fatal, it would inevitably be involved when he wielded the flying sword. It could also be said that it affected his speed in disguise.
Apart from 'difficult', he couldn't think of any other adjective to describe Meng Qianqiu. With his half-step cultivation base and all kinds of tricks, he was still in a stalemate with her and it was difficult to take advantage. .
He was certain that if it had been any Qi Refining cultivator he had seen before, he would have been dead long ago.
At this thought, the crisis in Chen Mo's heart became even worse. He did not forget that he was only building a temporary foundation, and the fight with Meng Qianqiu must be shortened to the shortest possible time!
Perhaps more than ten hours later, he would have returned to the peak of Qi refining before the black stone was fused, and he would be unconscious again. He would definitely die!
"Open it!!" Chen Mo roared, and the vitality and spiritual power in his body was released without reservation, and he hit the puppet's shoulder hard again!
In this rage, half of the broken blade of the flying sword was inserted into the puppet's wound, and its arms and shoulders were obviously misaligned!
At this time, the grass blades on both sides had returned to their original state. The moment Meng Qianqiu resumed his actions, Shuangyue Sword's spiritual light became strong, and twisted purple thunder and lightning came from the sky with murderous intent!
"Zhao Ping, go to hell!!"
Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed. He couldn't dodge this blow without clearing the trouble at his feet. He slashed it down with a speed even faster than he had chopped off the Vitality Stone before!
"Open it!!!"
Chen Mo's feet were loose again. He had no time to pay attention to the location of the lightning, so he rolled several times to avoid it. When he looked up again, the iron puppet and the ground had become a large area of scorched color.
A wisp of black smoke slowly rose within a few steps beside him.
Chen Mo was breathing heavily, and Meng Qianqiu was a little exhausted after the fierce duel. The two of them stared at each other from a distance.
"Difficult!" Chen Mo cursed secretly in his heart.
He knew that in this seemingly even situation, he was actually slightly inferior, and with the recovery of the aura of heaven and earth, Meng Qianqiu's cultivation was gradually recovering, which he could not stop.
As one goes and the other goes, he must be the one who fails in the end.
"I can only pick up some good things and run away." Chen Mo's heart moved and he had already made plans for the future.
"Tricky!"
Meng Qianqiu also looked at Chen Mo with hatred. She had never seen such a cautious person since she became successful in cultivation.
Pretending to be so scared that her feet were weak, she secretly arranged a killing move. If she hadn't taken the initiative, she would have been killed right now!
After a while, Chen Mo recovered. He coughed lightly and said first:
"Fellow Daoist Qianqiu, this time you and I have a win and a loss. Let's count it as a draw. If there is anything we need to put aside for the time being, we might as well talk about it after we enter the attic."
"Aren't you curious about what's in this?"
"Compared to entering the attic, I would rather kill you." Meng Qianqiu replied coldly.
Chen Mo chuckled lightly and said: "Fellow Taoist Qianqiu is a smart man, so he naturally understands that cooperation will benefit both sides. Although my strength is not as good as yours, when it comes to life and death, I still have some magical powers that I can teach you. of."
"What's more, we haven't reached that point yet." Chen Mo turned back and looked at the sea of cao under the night: "A great monk who can arrange such a mastery, how can the traces left by him be bad? If fellow Taoist Qianqiu feels that his strength is superior, just ignore it Just what you said before I go on!"
"snort!"
Meng Qianqiu wanted to refute, but everything Chen Mo said was reasonable, and every sentence captured her psychology. It seemed that it was impossible not to cooperate temporarily.
"I have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. I'll let you live a little longer and see what tricks you can come up with!"
After saying that, Meng Qianqiu turned around and walked towards the attic that Chen Mo saw. Without any unnecessary words, it meant that she acquiesced to what Chen Mo said.
"Wait!" Chen Mo called her.
"I remember that my fellow Taoist has Zhang Lingqi on his body. Why don't we sign it together now, lest someone in the attic has bad intentions again and hurts both sides? That would not be good."
