In the courtyard, a man in black robes kept stabbing at the monk's golden bowl with a sword.
The two men in black robes looked at the billowing red mist in the room with solemn expressions.
Taoist priest Mu De and monk Zhixuan hid in the golden bowl shield where the golden light continued to dim, looking desperate.
Whenever there was a crack in the protective shield, the Taoist priest Mu De would cut his palm with a dagger and condense a spell to repair the cracks in the golden bowl's protective shield.
The blood becomes less and less, and the face becomes paler.
With another sword strike from the man in black robe, another crack appeared in the golden bowl's shield.
The Taoist Priest Mu De was on the verge of collapse, but he had no choice but to condensate a spell to repair the shield.
The man in black robe outside sneered: "Let me see how much blood you have to cast the spell."
Taoist priest Mu De's face was completely dark. He was already thin, but now he lost two pounds... He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the fat monk beside him.
The corners of Zhixuan's mouth twitched, but he still said: "It's okay, I still have blood."
"Your blood... is of no use!" Priest Mu De was helpless.
Monk Zhixuan felt despised and immediately refused: "Why? Is your blood nobler?"
"Can you cast this repair spell? You can't... If I cast it, I can only use my blood." Taoist priest Mu De explained.
Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief and took out a copper sword and handed it to Mu De.
"What is this?" Taoist Mu De looked at the bronze sword handed over by Monk Zhixuan and couldn't react at the moment.
Zhixuan said seriously.
"You use a copper sword to cut your palm. The cut made by the copper sword is big and the blood bleeds quickly..." ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz
Priest Mu De took a deep breath... If he could still leave today, he would definitely break up with this damn fat man.
There was another crack in the shield, and Mu De's palms could no longer bleed from the cuts... He could only use a dagger to make another cut, bleed, and cast a spell to repair the shield.
The fat monk looked on with a toothache and couldn't help but said: "Is this why you are so thin? Your sect's Taoism is too useless..."
"Shut up!" Priest Mu De couldn't bear it anymore.
"Okay, okay..." Monk Zhixuan agreed, but still looked at Mu De's operation and curled his lips... It's better to be a monk.
After Mu De bled again and cast the spell, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.
"I tried my best......"
"Leave it to your fate!" Monk Zhixuan sat next to Mu De, supported Mu De, and smiled bitterly.
All means are exhausted, and there is no other solution.
Unless justice comes from heaven at this time and kills these three black-robed men in the late stage of foundation building.
Unfortunately, this day... there is no justice!
The two of them were surrounded here by three late-stage foundation builders, not to mention that only one of them had taken action at this time, and there were two late-stage foundation builders who had not yet taken action, studying the red mist on the side.
And Donor Su is still being stalked by a terrible evil underground!
Today... I'm afraid I'm going to die here.
Forget it...this world.
Monk Zhixuan and Mu De looked at each other and smiled, and they faced each other calmly at this moment.
At this time...
'Click...click...'
There were strange sounds coming from the red blood mist in the house.
Click...click...
The two men in black robes who were studying the blood mist next to the red mist heard the movement in the room and immediately took a few steps back. Staring at the blood mist with a vigilant expression, he seemed to be ready to deal with abnormalities in the surging blood mist at any time.
The man in black robe who was attacking the golden bowl shield also stopped and looked at the blood mist in the house. While looking at the blood mist, he was on guard against the two people in the golden bowl shield to prevent them from escaping.
Click...click...
The sound is getting closer and clearer.
A figure slowly walked out of the blood mist.
Su Mo stepped out of the blood mist and walked out of the house door...
There was no expression on his pure face, he just lowered his head. His whole body was soaked, and there was still a trace of blood mist behind him.
Su Mo lowered his head and slowly walked out of the house. His left hand was swinging with the pace, and his right hand seemed to be holding something...
"Almsgiver Su!" the monk inside the golden bowl's shield exclaimed.
"There's something wrong with Su's state!" Taoist priest Mu De also saw Su Mo, but when he looked at Su Mo's right hand, he couldn't see anything. Then he felt that the posture of Su Mo's right hand was extremely strange.
The movement of Su Mo's right hand seemed to be holding something, but they couldn't see anything.
Three men in black robes ducked in front of Su Mo and blocked the way with swords. A man in black robe said coldly: "Who are you and why do you appear in the house?"
Su Mo just lowered his head, stopped, and did not answer the black-robed man's words.
He was soaked in black clothes, his hood hung down behind his back, his hair was neatly tied, and his black crossbow was cold. But there is no spiritual power fluctuation.
He looked like a mortal, but looked extremely weird.
"Brother will take you home..." Su Mo looked at his right hand and spoke in a low and loving voice.
The little girl was holding Su Mo's hand nervously, as if if she let go, she would never find this kind, strange brother again.
"But... they stopped us, as if they didn't want us to leave." The little girl's ghost said worriedly.
"They will let us go..." Su Mo smiled lowly, and the laughter was very strange and terrifying.
The two monks and Taoist priests who were watching on the side stood up with chills. They felt a very terrifying aura from Su Mo at this moment.
The expressions of the men in black robes changed, and at this time they also felt something was wrong.
Staring at Su Mo closely, he said solemnly: "Who are you?"
Su Mo still didn't answer the black-robed man's words. Instead, he knelt down, gently stroked the little girl's head, and then hugged the little girl.
But this simple action is very strange in the eyes of others.
There was obviously nothing in his arms, but it was so real, as if he was really holding a child.
"Brother will take you home..." Su Mo said softly while holding the little girl.
"Okay!" The little girl hugged Su Mo's neck and buried her face in Su Mo's arms.
She felt that this brother was a good person, and his arms were exceptionally warm, which made her feel more at ease than that dark world...
"Mysterious!" The black robe could not wait for Su Mo's answer. Instead, he kept doing some actions that he could not understand and saying some words that he did not understand. He immediately became furious and blocked Su Mo's way with his sword.
"Ah... they really don't want us to leave!" Su Mo muttered to himself as he looked at the long sword and the three men in black robes blocking his way.
"But what should I do? I promised to take you home..." Su Mo laughed strangely, and then started crying. He cried and laughed again, looking crazy and confused.
"Hahahaha... You only have such a small request, how can I not agree to it?"
At this moment, Su Mo was in an extremely uncomfortable state. He didn't look like the gentle Su Juren at all, but more like a madman.
A mortal, when faced with three late-stage Foundation Establishment Stages, instead of feeling fear, his face was filled with laughter and tears of teasing and ridicule.
"Big...big...big evil!" The Taoist priest stared at Su Mo who looked crazy, suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, and shouted in shock: "Donor Su has the aura of great evil in his body."
"The big murderer took away the body of Su Donor!"
"This is not Benefactor Su, he is the evil one!"
Monk Zhixuan's hair stood on end.
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