In today's world of cultivating immortals, whether it is a decent or a demon, the pursuit is to act against the heavens, survive the fittest, fight against the heavens and fight for life, and seek longevity. The ultimate goal of the two is the same. It's just that the methods of practice between the two are quite different.
The decent thing is about cultivating the foundation, dripping through the stone, and succeeding naturally, and the exercises are more gentle. But the magic way is not the case. The magic way strives to advance by leaps and bounds, and blindly pursues the power of the exercises for the purpose. The cultivation process is unscrupulous, sometimes too vicious and vicious, and sometimes opportunistic. Although it is known as freewheeling, it shows the authenticity, but in fact it follows the exercises. His diligence will gradually become radical, lose his human nature, and even become extremely bloodthirsty and cruel.
But no matter what the righteous and evil parties and other immortal cultivators say in words, no matter how they advertise themselves, they actually do what they are doing. Cultivators are not laymen in the world! A monk with a high level of cultivation technique regards a low-level monk as an ant, and if they don't agree with each other, they will kill them with one blow. This is a common occurrence.
This is why Mo Bai is cautious at this moment.
Seeing that the monk could not attack for a long time, he slapped his storage bag and a dark banner appeared in his hand. With a wave of his sleeves, the flag was raised and hung in front of him. He began to pinch the Fa Jue in his hand, and muttered words in his mouth. No longer manipulate the black mist to attack.
Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, using the opponent's cultivation base and control at the same time shouldn't be a big problem. Why would he give up the manipulation of Hei Mist and sacrifice the flag with all his strength? In other words, the power of the black flag is not small. His black eyes had just gleamed. I saw the old man in the yellow shirt on the side, without saying a word, and with a nervous look, he moved back quickly.
Seeing that the situation is not good, Mo Bai hurriedly flashed his figure, flashing several times in a row, turning into a few afterimages and drifting into the distance. It seems that the old man in the yellow shirt had suffered this loss just now, so as soon as he saw the other party taking out the banner, he immediately fleeed away.
However, the black-robed people of the Ghost Shamen did not give them too much time. In front of him, countless black auras whizzed out from the pitch-black banner, and these black auras gathered together to form a black spear. Flashing bursts of black electric light, stab at the yellow shirt old man.
At the same time, there seemed to be a roar of a monster beast inside the pitch-black banner, and a ten-meter-long flood dragon followed the black-robed man's tactics to enter and emerged from the banner. Pounced behind Mo Bai.
Mo Bai flickered in front of him, but his divine consciousness kept scanning. At this moment, I was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect that in this pitch-black banner, a soul close to the seventh-order monster was actually sealed.
It seems that this person is using the spirit flag of the Demon Dao. In order to refine this flag, the people in the magic road usually kill it frantically, collecting the soul and sealing it in the flag. They are most vicious, in order to pursue the power of the soul flag. Continually killing monks and absorbing souls, even mortals would not let it go.
A loud bang came from the direction where the old man in the yellow shirt escaped. The black spear has stabbed the old man in the yellow shirt. At this moment, the old man in yellow shirt was shining with an earthy yellow light. Although the black spear is powerful, the yellowish bead in the hands of the old man in the yellow shirt is not extraordinary.
A magic formula was immediately pinched from the black robe man's hand, the black spear instantly transformed, and hundreds of souls roared out. There were males and females among these souls, screaming sternly, and rushing towards the old man in the yellow shirt overwhelmingly.
The black dragon has already rushed behind Mo Bai, and the huge dragon's tail swept towards Mo Bai's back. A sharp wind sounded from behind. Mo Bai's figure quickly fell. The dragon's tail suddenly swept across Mo Bai's scalp.
Just avoiding the dragon's tail and sweeping it, the dragon has opened its head and bit it. A sword light shot out from Mo Bai's hand, piercing the dragon's mouth directly, turning his divine consciousness into a sharp blade, and at the same time pierced towards the forehead of the dragon dragon's head. Mo Bai has entered the early stage of alchemy, and his spiritual consciousness has also made considerable progress due to the practice of "Shen Zhao Jing".
After all, the dragon is a thing of the soul, a monk who refines the soul flag. After slaying the dragon, he uses the secret method to enter the soul into the soul flag. Become the main soul of the soul flag. That's why Mo Bai had the opportunity to attack him with his divine sense.
The sharp blade of the divine consciousness stabbed the dragon head fiercely, and the dragon uttered a tragic dragon chant. Suddenly turned around, turned into a black light, and retracted into the soul flag.
The black-robed man was holding the flag and saw the black dragon returning to the pitch-black flag. Secretly surprised, although he didn't refine this banner himself, he still knew the magnitude of its power. At this moment, seeing the black dragon so easily repelled by the young monk in front of him, it made him look at Mo Bai's eyes and flickered. Although he still had a powerful magic weapon yet to use, he could see that Mo Bai hadn't exhausted all his strength. After all, the opponent is two cultivators at the early stage of the formation of pill, and they can't make a single blow, then....
He hesitated, then looked up at the old man in the yellow shirt, his eyes flashed, and suddenly he waved the banner in his hand. Hundreds of souls of the elders who had besieged the yellow shirt immediately returned to the banner.
I saw him pinch the magic formula and use both hands to roll up the black mist in front of him, instantly turning it into a black cloud with raging waves. The black-robed man was wrapped in black clouds and flew out like lightning. He didn't care what happened just now.
Seeing the black robe man retreating so decisively, Mo Bai was slightly taken aback. It seemed that the man in the magic way had a really good escape technique. Immediately, he laughed blankly, touched his nose, and turned to leave.
"Friends, walk slowly." The yellow-shirted old man's voice sounded in the distance.
Mo Bai frowned slightly, originally there was nothing wrong with him this time. It was the old man in the yellow shirt that caused him trouble. Mo Bai turned to look at him, and didn't answer, with cold eyes in his eyes, and the Fa Jue in his hand shook slightly.
The old man in yellow shirt came to Mo Bai and saw that Mo Bai looked bad. After all, he has been practicing for many years, and knowing that what he has just done has already violated a big taboo, he quickly smiled and said to Mo Bai: "Father Dao, I just had no choice but to do so. Please forgive me."
"Are you still okay?" Mo Bai said coldly.
"I just came here to thank the fellow daoists for their help, don't have any other intentions." The old man in yellow shirt said with a smile.
In other words, when he reached out his hand and didn't hit the smiley person, Mo Bai saw the other cultivator in the early stage of alchemy, and he kept smiling with himself, so naturally he wouldn't be too much. Although he felt a little resentful in his heart, he had to slow down his tone at this moment. Said to the old man in yellow shirt: "No, since the fellow Taoist has nothing to do, then I will leave first."
"Old man Jin Yu lives in Xiangyuan city not far ahead. I don't know where your friend is going?" Jin Yu, the old man in yellow shirt, still had a smile on his face, and asked Mo Bai.
Hearing this, Mo Bai's heart moved slightly, his face remained unchanged, and he looked at the old man in the yellow shirt and said, "I am just rushing to the city of Xiangyuan. I wonder if I can inquire about a fellow Daoist?"
"Friends, please tell me, everything I know, I know everything." Jin Yu saw Mo Bai's expression relax, and his tone began to calm down. He was not as repulsive as he was at the beginning, and he was overjoyed and said hurriedly.
"I wonder if there is a teleportation formation in Xiangyuan City?" Mo Bai hesitated slightly before asking.
"This..." Jin Yu didn't expect Mo Bai to ask about this. After all, this matter is classified in the city. Knowing the location of the teleportation formation is limited to a few people.
Looking at the embarrassment on the face of the old man in the yellow shirt, Mo Bai had already seen his answer. Mo Bai arched his hand at Jin Yu, and said, "Since it is not convenient for fellow daoists to inform, then I will take the first step."
"Friends, walk slowly." Seeing Mo Bai turning around and about to leave, Jin Yu hurriedly shouted: "Actually, this matter is not a secret matter. As long as I clear it up, the problem is not big. Relationship, this matter is not difficult."
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Bai turned his head back and asked faintly: "Friend Jin Daoist, are you really willing to do me this favor?"
"Friends of Daoist and I have a life-saving grace, this is a matter of my help." The old man in yellow shirt showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, but in his eyes...
"In that case, let's go." Mo Bai slowly turned around, waved his sleeves, and a white light flashed out and fell on his feet.
At the moment Mo Bai waved his sleeves, the yellow shirt old man Jin Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and the color of greed appeared in his eyes. Secretly said in his heart: "I didn't expect this person to have a storage ring, and there are a lot of treasures who want to come inside."
Just when Mo Bai was about to jump up and fly onto the flying sword. Suddenly behind him came the sound of a surprise attack.
"Can't help it so soon?" Mo Bai said with a smile at the corner of his mouth. As soon as his voice fell, a white sword glow rose from Mo Bai's feet, from bottom to top, instantly enclosing Mo Bai. A sword and shield appeared in front of Mo Bai. Blocked the close attack.
After a roar, Mo Bai carried his hands on his back, turned back, and looked at Jin Yu, the old man in yellow shirt who attacked him from behind. As a high-ranking monk, Jin Yu's attitude was too enthusiastic, and he didn't have the posture that a monk in the pill formation stage should have. Mo Bai began to be careful. Therefore, Jin Yu's sneak attack was considered a hit by Mo Bai. In fact, he had already been secretly guarded. The scene just now was just a flaw that Mo Bai deliberately exposed.
After the attack failed, Jin Yu suddenly panicked. He didn't give any explanation, and he swiftly stepped back, slapped his storage bag, and the earthy yellow beads appeared in his hands. Hastily pinched up the law jue.
The winner is the king, the loser is Kou. Although everyone is a cultivator. You can kill the opponent, and no one will say that you are not. This is nothing more than a strong food.
Mo Bai stretched out his hand, and with a movement of the magic arts, six sword lights appeared around Jin Yu, forming a sword formation, besieging him in the middle. Just when the earthy yellow pearl light just started to flicker.
Six sword beams had already pierced like lightning from six directions towards the yellow shirt old man Jin Yu.
Jin Yu was shocked, he didn't expect Mo Bai to move so fast. Changed positions several times in a row. Only then escaped from the six sword lights. He just breathed a sigh of relief. But on the left side of his body, there was a cold breath.
He raised his eyes and saw a fire dragon burning with green flames all over, rushing to his side.
An earth-yellow light flashed in a timely manner, and the light instantly enveloped Jin Yu, the old man in the yellow shirt.
Jin Yu was secretly surprised, the fire dragon in front of him was clearly burning with flames, but he could not feel the blazing heat of the flame, on the contrary, it was cold. Feeling the weirdness of the fire dragon flame, Jin Yu naturally did not dare to let it stick half of the silk.
His figure keeps receding back and forth. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)