After Gou Yu finished speaking, everyone present looked at Mo He, more or less surprised. After all, among the present, Mo He was considered to be the group with a relatively low cultivation level, but Gou Yu refused. The disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect chose Mo He for his last journey.
Mo He was also a little surprised by the eyes of the people around him. He didn't expect that Gou Yu would ask him to help in the end.
Under the eyes of everyone, Mo He took a step forward, Mo He bamboo staff appeared in his hand, looking at the weak Gou Yu, Mo He nodded slightly.
"Please be more careful, thank you!" Seeing Mo He nodding, Gou Yu said with a smile.
The white-clothed sword repairman looked at Mo He who was coming, and took a step back to make room for Mo He.
Facing the eyes of the people around him, Mo He slowly raised the black jade bamboo stick in his hand, and the black jade bamboo stick was also covered with a layer of blue-black light.
There was a relieved expression on Gou Yu's delicate face. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Luohuang Mountain. He saw that there was still thunder and lightning over there, and there were chains looming, and a smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, the Mo Yuzhu stick in Mo He's hand fell down, and Gouyu's slightly transparent soul body was completely shattered by the blow of the Mo Yuzhu stick.
Gou Yu's last smiling expression was fixed on his face, but at this moment, Mo He felt that besides relief, there seemed to be some complacency in this smile, which looked a little weird.
Before Mo He could fully see through the smile, Gouyu's soul body was completely shattered. The broken soul body did not disappear as quickly as those ordinary ghost cultivators died, but turned into a burst of light. Spread out towards the surroundings, and then quickly disillusioned.
"No, I've been fucked!"
At this moment, Mo He's face suddenly changed, and he sat cross-legged on the ground under the surprised eyes of everyone.
"Brother Mo!" Seeing Mo He's appearance, Su Bai quickly walked to Mo He's side, urged the Wanmin Umbrella in his hand, and protected Mo He under the Wanmin Umbrella, then looked at Mo He nervously.
Mo He, who was sitting there cross-legged at the moment, although his eyes were tightly closed, had a very rich expression on his face, with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy constantly appearing on his face.
Seeing this scene, how could everyone present not know that when Mo He was beheading Gou Yu, he was given a slap by the other party. For a moment, many people shook their heads in their hearts. The last crown prince of the dynasty no longer had any good feelings for him, and some people turned their attention to the white-clothed sword cultivator.
The white-clothed sword cultivator frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the aura on his body also became fierce. Anyone could see that the white-clothed sword cultivator also felt a little nervous in his heart. anger.
He moved his footsteps slightly, as if he wanted to step forward to see Mo He's condition, but was stopped by the golden light hanging from the Wanmin Umbrella.
Bai Yi Jianxiu cast his eyes on Su Bai, and Su Bai also stared at him without hesitation, neither of them spoke.
At this moment, Mo He, who was sitting cross-legged, naturally didn't know what was going on outside. Just now, when he sent Gouyu on the road, Mo He didn't expect that at the last moment, the other party had no demeanor, and even plotted against him. This was indeed unexpected. he expected.
Although he didn't know the method used by the other party to plot against him, when he discovered the changes in himself, Mo He suddenly felt that things didn't seem bad, and it might even be a good thing for him.
After practicing the self-created innate fusion weapon secret technique, Mo He's emotions have been in a relatively gentle process. He can feel all kinds of emotions, but the influence on him has weakened.
For example, a big happy event could make people feel ecstatic, but for Mo He now, it would also make him happy, but it was far from the standard of ecstasy.
But now, Mo He only felt that his emotions began to change drastically. All kinds of memories belonging to the past and present all came to mind. Magnified many times.
If such a thing happens to an ordinary cultivator, it is indeed not a good thing. Under such a violent emotional change, the mind will be damaged at the slightest, and the consequences will be unimaginable at the worst. How it will vary from person to person is very difficult. It may be death.
But this kind of situation happened to Mo He. So far, he has not been able to smelt the embryo he wanted with the innate art of melting weapons he practiced. According to the current breeding speed, Mo He feels that he will need at least a few years. merit.
But with the violent fluctuations in Mo He's mood now, the embryos conceived in his Dao Heart are also rapidly taking shape, and the outline of a finished device can be vaguely seen.
As the outline of the embryo took shape, Uncle Zhou, who was also guarding Mo He, noticed that the ever-changing emotions on Mo He's face gradually calmed down, and the situation seemed to be much better, so he whispered to Su in front of him Bai said.
"Young Master, Daoist Mo should be fine."
Su Bai, who was looking at the white-clothed swordsman, immediately turned his head to look at Mo He when he heard the words, and found that the expression on Mo He's face had indeed returned to calm. He has improved a lot, knowing that Mo He has improved, so a smile appeared on his face.
Seeing this, the sword repairman in white and the people around him also looked at Mo He, and found that Mo He's condition had indeed improved.
After waiting for a while, Mo He's breath gradually calmed down, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, Mo He saw Su Bai standing in front of him, still holding the Wanmin Umbrella in his hand, standing up from the ground, and said with a smile.
"Thank you Brother Su for protecting me!"
"It's just a little effort, Brother Mo, how do you feel now, is there anything I need help with?" Su Bai looked at Mo He who had woken up and asked.
"It's nothing, the other party's little tricks before he died, mobilizing the emotions and desires, didn't have any big impact. On the contrary, it was a blessing in disguise. The progress of the secret technique I practiced has been speeded up a lot. Brother Su, don't worry about me. " Mo He said to Su Bai.
As soon as the words fell, before Su Bai had time to speak, the sword repairman in white suddenly said: "If there is any hidden wound, please feel free to speak, I will help you untie it."
Hearing this, Mo He turned his head and glanced at the white-clothed swordsman, then shook his head lightly, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm really fine."
Mo He knew that this white-clothed swordsman felt that he was being plotted against, which had something to do with him. After all, if he hadn't acquiesced in Gou Yu's request to let Mo He send him on the road, Mo He would not have been plotted against in the end. So I want to make up for that a little bit.
Mo He is really a blessing in disguise now. Not only is there nothing wrong with it, but after such a process, the embryo is almost formed. This is great news for him. It means that after a while, Mo He will be able to cross the border. Enter the pure yang realm and become a real pure yang master.
The benefits have already been obtained, and Gou Yu, who plotted against him, died in his hands in the end. The whole matter has nothing to do with this white-clothed swordsman, so Mo He intends to expose this matter.
The white-clothed swordsman took a deep look at Mo He, then nodded slightly, and didn't say anything further.
After the little episode of Mohe, everyone once again looked at Luohuang Mountain in the distance. Now that the battle here is over, it didn't take much time for a completely crushing battle. The side battle is still going on.
Mo He also cast his eyes in that direction, looking at the raging thunder and lightning on Luohuang Mountain, and the black chains dancing wildly with the thunder and lightning, Mo He transported the spiritual power in his body to his eyes, and activated the spiritual eye technique.
As Mo He's cultivation base is getting higher and higher, his mastery of spells is getting stronger and stronger. For some very common small spells, Mo He doesn't need to touch the Yin Jue at all, and he can do it at his fingertips.
After using the spirit eye technique, Mo He immediately saw the scene on Luohuang Mountain more clearly.
Mo He didn't know how high the original Luohuang Mountain was. It might not be a very high mountain, but now, where is there a mountain in the place where they are fighting? The original Luohuang Mountain has been razed to the ground long ago.
Mo He saw that amidst the violent thunder and lightning, a figure was flying in the thunder. Among them was a middle-aged man who was in a state of distress and holding a black chain. He was besieged by three people.
"Why are there only three, and the other three primordial gods and true immortals didn't make a move?" Seeing this scene, Mo He thought with some doubts in his heart.
But in a blink of an eye, Mo He immediately felt relieved. Six masters of the Yuanshen and True Immortal Realm besieged Linghuang together. These Yuanshen and True Immortals also want to save face.
And relying on the momentum of the people who are fighting over there now, the aftermath of their fighting has not affected the surroundings, which shows that the remaining three primordial gods and true immortals are actually not idle now.
The black chains in his hands were frantically waving, and Linghuang looked like he was insane. He was clearly at the end of his strength, but the offensive became more and more fierce, as if he couldn't feel his own state at all.
Facing the Linghuang who was not afraid of death and launched an attack frantically, the three strong men in the realm of primordial spirits and true immortals could not end the battle quickly.
Seeing that time has dragged on for so long, Linghuang's condition is getting worse and worse, but he still has not lost the power to resist, and the fierce offensive has not stopped at all.
Three people against one person, even if Linghuang used some desperate means to persist in the hands of the three of them for so long, but they still have a numerical advantage after all, and they still have some embarrassment after being unable to take it down for so long dull.
For a moment, the three primordial gods and true immortals looked at each other in a very tacit understanding, and at the same time increased the intensity of their attacks, preparing to take him down in one fell swoop and end the battle tonight.
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