"It's a bit of a fluke!" Looking at the spirit clan whose form had dissipated in front of him, Mo He couldn't help but think it was a fluke in his heart.
The spirit clan he met had really extraordinary means. This spirit clan should practice the way of light, and his speed is very fast, and the opponent has a lot of combat experience, although he doesn't know why his body looks like that , but I have to say that this Spirit Race member is really strong.
Mo He was able to kill this spirit clan smoothly, on the one hand because of his own strength and experience, on the other hand, there were also some fluke factors.
Of the two puppets he controlled, Mo He initially wanted to hide the smaller one behind the wooden shield, and then get close to him instantly to gain the upper hand, but by accident, Mo He did not choose to do so in the end , but withdrew his breath, hid beside the larger puppet, and even gave up a chance to attack, and only then did he get the chance to kill with the last blow.
Of course, the price Mo He paid for this one-hit kill opportunity was not small. At least one of the two puppets he controlled was completely damaged. Fortunately, the opponent killed the puppet. It's worth it.
Mo He didn't sigh in his heart for a long time. After killing the spirit tribe, he saw that the opponent's square body was scattered, and did not leave the core. All the things stored in the opponent's storage space are now with the opponent's death. It fell out of the storage space, and Mo He quickly gathered these things, including the wreckage of his puppet, and Mo He also gathered them together.
After packing up his things, Mo He did not continue to stay in the starry sky, but chose to return.
Now he only has this puppet left. With this puppet alone, if he wants to fight against the rushing spirit clan, Mo He feels that he has no chance of winning, so he simply returns first, and puts the spoils he just got into his bag. , In this situation, there is no need to rush to the battlefield of the empty star field ahead. In the star field of the human race, Mo He feels that he can do it himself.
When the remaining puppet of Mo He returned to the star where Mo He was, Mo He took off the spoils obtained by the puppet, and then placed the puppet on the star. His figure turned into a ray of light and flew directly to the starry sky ahead.
Before, Han Feng told Mo He that if he wanted to grow rapidly in this star field, the best way was to experience the battle himself.
Mo He agrees with Han Feng's statement, but he feels that he doesn't need to act too hastily right now, he can wait until his cultivation base has been improved, and then go to the battlefield in person when it is time to do so.
It has to be said that Mo He's character is quite cautious, unlike the sword cultivator, who always maintains an indomitable fighting spirit, but at this time, some spirit races have already rushed into the star field of the human race. If you dare to fight with him in person, you are not cautious, but rather timid.
Not long after Mo He left the star where he was, he felt like a battle was taking place on a star in front of him, so Mo He didn't hesitate and rushed directly to the star in front of him.
At this time, there is no such thing as grabbing opponents. Foreign races rushed into the star field of the human race. They should have attacked in groups. Whoever the opponent is, just go and kill them together.
Before Mo He had time to reach the star that was fighting now, suddenly, he felt that the movement of the fighting in front of him stopped suddenly, which made Mo He feel a bad premonition, because in his heart In the induction, a breath disappeared, and the breath left behind did not seem to be the breath of the human race.
After about a dozen breaths, Mo He then felt that the battle was resuming ahead, and Mo He quickly approached the place of the battle.
As the distance got closer, Mo He saw on a star, a fairy of the human race was fighting a spirit race. The star the two of them were standing on seemed a bit dilapidated, and it had obviously passed a time. Some devastation.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo He accelerated and approached the star. At the same time, the two parties who were fighting on the star also sensed Mo He's approach.
For the human immortal among them, he was naturally ecstatic at this time, but for the spirit clan, what he felt at that time was pressure.
The spirit race could feel that the human immortal who came this time was different from the one who was fighting him in front of him and the one he had already killed. The approaching Mohe brought him more pressure, making him He couldn't help but secretly vigilant.
But at this moment, a ray of blue light fell from the starry sky, the speed was lightning fast, the momentum was as swift as thunder, and its target was directed at the spirit clan.
Such a fast and ruthless blow naturally made the spirit clan who was fighting him dare not take it head-on, but the human immortal who was fighting him would not let him escape easily. The actions of this Spirit Race.
In the end, one of the Spirit Race fought hard to bear the blow of the immortal who was fighting him, but also forcibly avoided the blow that fell from the starry sky.
Seeing that cyan light fall on the stars under his feet, the stars under his feet trembled violently, and at the same time a huge deep hole was blasted out. Even if this Spirit Race has been injured at this moment, he is very grateful For his own choice, he suffered a blow from the immortal who was fighting in front of him. What he paid was the price of being injured, but if he suffered that blow, what he would have to bear might be the price of death.
After taking another look at the direction where the blue light fell, the spirit clan was also very decisive, turned around and was about to run, but before he left the stars under his feet, Mo He's figure appeared in front of his eyes.
Looking at Mo He who appeared in front of him, the spirit tribe in front of him immediately knew that he could not escape at all. Since he could not escape, this spirit tribe was not going to make unnecessary struggles. He was originally a body made of starlight. It exuded a dazzling light, and the aura on his body began to rise rapidly, and it became very violent and dangerous, with a feeling that it would explode at any time.
Seeing this scene, the immortal who was fighting with this spirit tribe hurriedly said to Mo He: "Be careful, fellow daoist, the spirit tribe is about to explode!"
Hearing this, Mo He quickly changed a few spells in his hand, and a beam of withered glory shot out from his hand, and fell directly on the body of the spirit clan, instantly covering his body with a layer like dead wood. color.
The Spirit Race who was about to self-detonate, the violent aura on his body was instantly suppressed. Although the aura in his body had not completely dissipated, it seemed that his self-destruction had been prevented.
Under the ground, a blue-black ray shot out, hitting the Spirit Race in front of him as fast as lightning, shattering its body, and then flew back into Mo He's hand, which was Mo He's Black Jade Bamboo Staff.
"A friendly way!" Seeing that Mo He prevented the spirit from self-destructing and killed him with ease, the human fairy who was fighting with the spirit looked at Mo He with a hint of admiration in his voice. River audio channel.
"He is at the end of his strength, and it's not troublesome to clean it up. Fellow Daoist, praise!" Mo He glanced at the immortal, and said to him via voice transmission.
He wasn't all modesty. This spirit clan should have killed a human immortal first, which should have cost him a lot, and then he was injured by the human immortal in front of him. Naturally, his condition was even worse. It was really relatively simple to clean up.
This immortal is also a mid-stage true immortal, and his strength is not too weak, but this spirit is obviously stronger.
After the death of the Spirit Race, there was also no core left behind, so his items also fell out of the storage space after his death.
As soon as Mo He stretched out his hand, he collected all these items, and divided them into two parts. He put away one part by himself, and placed the other part in front of the immortal in front of him.
"Fellow Daoist, these things...!" The immortal was about to decline, but saw that Mo He's figure had turned into a ray of light and left the star.
In the Starfield of the Spirit Race, Zichen looked at the Starfield of the Human Race on the opposite side, and there seemed to be two clusters of nebulae that were constantly rotating in his eyes, and the purple nebula between his eyebrows also seemed to be slowly rotating.
Suddenly, a smile flashed across Zichen's expressionless face, and he muttered to himself: "After all, it is the reincarnation of the innate gods. It can be compared, but unfortunately, it seems that they are not old friends, so then, you can ask for blessings yourself!"
As soon as the soft murmuring sound fell, Zichen slowly raised his left hand. In his hand, streaks of purple-gold light continuously condensed, and then turned into a not too big scroll, floating in his palm.
Zichen glanced at the scroll in his hand, the aura on his body gradually began to rise, and the scroll floating in his hand slowly unfolded.
After the scroll is unfolded, the scene displayed on it is an image of a continuously flowing star field.
The stars, as if they are real, are clearly visible in the painting, and even the tiny textures are very clear. This picture scroll does not look like a painting, but like another star field entrance.
The picture scroll that has been unfolded is floating in Zichen's hands. With the release of his breath, the trajectories of the stars on this painting seem to speed up a bit, and at the junction of the two star fields, Regardless of whether it is the Spirit Race side or the Human Race side, all the stars are emitting dazzling brilliance at this moment.
Originally, Mo He, who had just left the star and was looking for his next opponent, suddenly stopped in the starry sky, and his gaze immediately turned to the direction of the Spirit Race. He already felt that the one among the Spirit Race Almighty, ready to shoot!