Chengfeng's hand creaked and he said angrily: "Junior Sister and the others are determined to prove to them that Senior Brother believes in you and you are not such a bad person."
Hearing Chengfeng's call, Mo Zhixue gritted her teeth.
I called out to Mr. Mo in my heart: "Old Mo, what should I do next?"
Mr. Mo remained silent.
Mo Zhixue was sweating on his forehead, but he still had to pretend to be calm.
This almost drove her to the point of death, indirectly admitting her guilt.
No, no, absolutely not.
I kept shouting in my mind: "Old Mo, Mr. Mo... come out quickly, what should I do now? Don't forget that you and I are one. You can't escape if anything happens to me."
"I have a formula here. You can throw away part of your soul power and use it to offset God's punishment when your soul swears an oath. No one else will know and you will be fine."
After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense and silently recited this mantra to her.
Mo Zhixue's eyes lit up when he heard that there was such a good thing.
Quickly memorize these techniques in your mind and slowly calm down.
Follow the formula to operate, and then a sharp knife forms in the sea of consciousness, severely cutting through the place where the soul is hidden.
"ah……"
Mo Zhixue suddenly screamed in her mind, why does it hurt so much? What is going on?
Mr. Mo didn't tell her.
Mr. Mo's faint voice sounded: "You moved too fast, and no one had time to hear me finish. This side effect of cutting the soul will consume your soul power, and it will be very painful."
When Mo Zhixue heard these words, she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Is it her fault?
impatient.
Mo Zhixue gritted her teeth and pushed through.
Not a word was uttered.
It’s just that veins are popping out on my forehead.
Or cut out the soul with one knife.
A soul somewhat similar to him was formed next to him, confused and without any consciousness of his own.
And that little soul was dragged into the Tianling Gai by her.
Her clothes were soaked with sweat all over her body. When she opened her eyes, she saw senior brother Chengfeng looking at her worriedly: "Junior sister, don't be afraid. With senior brother here, no one dares to touch you."
His eyes glanced at Mo Yuheng and others.
Now his heart ached a little, and it hurt that his junior sister, who had always been smart and smart, would be forced to do this. He was so useless.
Mo Yuheng's expression was affectionate, but he looked weak but determined: "Senior brother, it's okay. Junior sister will definitely prove her innocence."
Seeing how strong she was, Chengfeng held the shaky and weak Mo Zhixue tightly with his hand: "Junior sister, don't worry."
He wanted to give her his shoulder to lean on, and he would fight for whoever dared to move.
Watching two people directing and acting, Mo Yuheng felt that she was a big villain who only enjoyed bullying the male and female protagonists.
The kind that will eventually be cannon fodder and die without any body parts.
Thinking about it, I got a chill.
"Okay, if you want to swear, swear it quickly. If you are procrastinating, you think it is someone else who is intimidating you. What have we become? We are a serious and righteous sect."
Mo Zhixue looked a little hurt, biting her lower lip and said stubbornly: "I, Mo Zhixue, swear to God that I have never done any of this."
Mo Yuheng took a look and found that Mo Zhixue was indeed not playing tricks.
Just feel like something is wrong?
She even directly said that she had never done what she had done before, and she was so courageous that she was not afraid of being wiped out.
It seems that the heroine is not punished for what she has done in it, and she is indeed God's favorite.
But Mo Zhixue looked a little weird, trembling all over and sweating on his forehead.
Is this a normal expression for a cultivator?
There is something fishy, maybe it has something to do with swearing to heaven this time.
He was not punished because he had a way to escape the punishment of heaven.
Just have to pay the price to succeed?
What's that price?
It should be very important to her, and she shouldn't swear it lightly.
The people present were baffled. They both swore to each other, but neither of them mentioned heavenly punishment.
Neither of them were wrong, but they were all confused by two rhetoric.
Luo Bai had already noticed that something was wrong. Mo Yuheng vowed to be straightforward and generous, while Mo Zhixue felt hesitant and sneaky.
Chengfeng snorted coldly, thinking they were being reasonable: "Luo Bai, what else do you have to say?"
Mo Yuheng conveyed his thoughts to Luo Bai, and Luo Bai smiled knowingly: "No, there is no. Even if the two opinions are different, let's use our fists to decide the outcome."
"you."
Chengfeng originally thought that getting along with them would be as simple as before, but now the two seem to be enemies.
Mo Zhixue's heart was bleeding. Just now, her soul had been extinguished, and now she felt that her soul was weak.
The soul that was originally in the late stage of foundation building suddenly dropped to the early stage of foundation building. He gritted his teeth and could only swallow it, secretly cursing that he would not let Mo Yuheng go next time.
If there was no one else present, she would definitely pay the price to ask Mr. Mo to help her deal with Mo Yuheng's major problem.
It's a pity, it's a pity. If you miss an opportunity, you miss an opportunity.
In the past, you could ask Mr. Mo to help you solve difficulties and increase your strength to kill the opponent instantly.
I don't know when Mr. Mo always refused to go out to help her. He felt strange and secretly resented it.
Pulling Chengfeng, he is considerate and wants to show his tolerance and generosity. Since there is nothing he can do to the other party, it is better to do something that is beneficial to himself.
"Senior brother, so who is right and who is wrong this time is just a quarrel between two sisters of the same race and it will not affect others."
Oh, this is so well said!
It's a pity that Luo Bai's heart is not with her, and he hates such a flexible woman.
Pretend to be generous and take all good things into your own hands.
Mo Yuheng said: "Mo Zhixue, you have always been tolerant and generous. My little sister admires you."
At this moment, the battle between the sky came to an end. Fuso pierced the opponent's chest with a sword, and blood flowed out in a steady stream.
Xuan Yuzi's face suddenly turned pale.
He grabbed the sword god tightly with one hand and pulled it out with force, flying backward several kilometers and stopping.
"Hmph, I didn't expect your cultivation to improve so much." As he spoke, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. His hand was weak and blurry, and there were still sword energy that penetrated his palm and refused to dissipate.
"Fortunately, let you see how you lost to me. After a hundred years of fighting, I still beat you." Fusang smiled, but others could feel chills all over.
Countless sword lights were transformed into his hands and stabbed towards Xuan Yuzi's body without any mercy. As long as he succeeded in piercing the opponent's body, his cultivation level would surely regress.
Mo Yuheng smiled, inexplicably confident in his master.
Because that is her master.
Mo Zhixue's face showed an anxious look: "Master."
He couldn't help but exclaimed, if anything happened to Xuan Yuzi, he would be the one to blame.
No, no, no, that's not a problem with yourself.
But she was afraid that something would happen to the other party, and the sect would find her head. She, a little Qi-refining monk, could not bear the other party's anger.
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(End of chapter)
