"It seems that the quality of Feijian is not good, and the sword light it transforms is still much worse. There is no way to confront the enemy at all." Mo Bai sighed inwardly.
The white-haired man gave Mo Bai a gloomy look, and waved his sleeves towards Mo Bai. After the six strange birds croaked up to the sky, they flew towards Mo Bai.
Mo Bai's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were staring at the traces of six ink colors.
But at this moment, the white-haired man found a needle-like green light in his eyes, hitting his body. Suddenly, an icy feeling came to life, and a raging green flame suddenly burned on his body.
This time, the white-haired man was extremely shocked. There was no longer the madness of the talent, and he hurriedly pinched the law, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.
Mo Bai was also stunned. He didn't expect that under this attack, he would be able to make a sneak attack. In fact, when Mo Bai was offering six sword glows, the wood-in-the-wood fire was hidden in a sword-light. After the sword-light was crushed by the white-haired man’s strange bird, the wood-in-the-wood fire quietly submerged. Arrived beside the white-haired man.
At this moment, Mo Bai would naturally not let go, pinching his right hand, a group of purple fire appeared above his head. After a wolf howl, the huge fire wolf rushed out and rushed towards the six black strange birds.
A fire light and six black rays of light had already collided together in an instant. Accompanied by a loud noise, the flames spattered everywhere. But Mo Bai didn't have time to pay attention to the situation of the fire wolf at this moment. At this moment, he was constantly squeezing the magic arts, and the green flames had enveloped the white-haired man's body.
For a while, the white-haired man flew into the sky in horror, and various strategies for getting out of him were turning wildly in his heart.
At the side, at this moment, there was also a loud noise, the golden light and the white sword light intertwined together, and the giant sword ejected from the gourd finally collided with the golden brush.
The two are not giving way, and they are constantly slamming together.
At this time, the attention of Mo Bai and the white-haired person was focused on the green flame on the white-haired person. For the success of this surprise attack, although Mo Bai felt some exceptions, he was also very excited.
You know, Zong Zhengbin was also secretly attacked back then. However, because of Zong Zhengbin's peculiar defense, he did not succeed. But the white-haired man in front of him did not seem to have the same thoughts as Zong Zhengbin.
In fact, as a cultivator during the pill formation stage, every one of them is an old monster, a thoughtful person.
The reason why Mo Bai failed to attack Zong Zhengbin successfully was because Zong Zhengbin had been guarding him from the very beginning. In addition, Zong Zhengbin has been preparing for a trip to the ancient cave mansion for many years. Naturally, there will be no less magic weapons on the body.
But the white-haired person in front of him saw Mo Bai's initial cultivation at a glance. In terms of his own cultivation base, it is natural that it is not a big problem to take down the mere cultivators at the early stage of the formation of alchemy.
The two mentalities are different, so that Mo Bai's sneak attack was completed smoothly.
At this time, De Mobai couldn't help but think more. Just keep squeezing and changing the tactics, and can't let the other party slow down.
As Mo Bai flipped his right hand, the paper fan suddenly appeared in his hand, instantly infused the spirit energy from his body, and slammed it towards the white-haired man. It was with this gentle fan that the aura from Mo Bai's body was already drained.
A huge mountain above the white-haired man's head, smashed down fiercely.
Seeing this scene, there was no blood under the white-haired person.
"Impossible, how can your divine consciousness manipulate so many magic weapons at the same time. Who are you?" He looked incredible! The average monk can manipulate two magic weapons at the same time is the limit. After all, magic weapons are different from other magic weapons, and they don’t use much spiritual consciousness.
Because the white-haired person can see it, these attack magic weapons appear at the same time. Nothing is a natal magic weapon. The natal magic weapon is something that communicates with the monk's own divine consciousness, and does not require too much divine control.
But common magic weapons are different.
But Mo Bai didn't have the mind to answer his question, and directly took a pill into his mouth. The aura in the body is restored as soon as possible. He also did not have certainty that the mountain could crush the white-clothed man. In fact, at this moment, he was also indignant. In the ancient cave mansion, none of the magic weapons could be obtained, and all fell into Long Yin's mouth.
It's okay now, Long Yin's whole body is indigestion. Now he is retreating to digest the ancient treasure, which makes Mo Bai feel speechless.
Mo Bai's movements did not stop. With a movement of his right hand, a white light rushed out of his storage ring. A sword light ejected from his hand, transformed into six rays of light in mid-air, and shot towards the white-haired man.
At this time, the white-haired man is busy dealing with the green flames burning on his body, and he has to pay attention to the mountains falling above his head. With a rush of thoughts, he was already at a loss.
"No..." The white-clothed man screamed, and six sword lights had penetrated his body, leaving only six big bloody holes. At this moment, the green flames had rushed into these six large holes, burning in his body.
There was a loud "bang". There was a jitter on the ground, and the whole mountain had fallen down.
The poor white-haired man's exercises were not able to perform half a point, because of his own arrogance. Losing the first opportunity to control the enemy and being successfully attacked by the opponent, even if he has nothing to do with it. In a moment of panic, he disappeared into this world.
Mo Bai shook the paper fan lightly, and then retracted the mountains. At this point, the white-haired man has been sacked by Mo Bai.
He searched out the storage bag of the man in white, and after a cursory visit with his spiritual sense, he put it in his storage ring. Similarly, the golden brush was put away by him.
After Mo Bai took care of all this, he came to the side of the previous Danjie monk who had fallen not far away. I saw a man lying face down near the entrance of the cave, motionless, life and death unknown!
The person was now stained with blood. Mo Bai frowned, his consciousness swept away, and he couldn't notice the person's vitality. Black eyes flashed, and with a wave of his sleeves, he turned the person's body over.
Looking at his face coldly, he saw that his face was stained with ink. There was blood stains from the Qiqiao, and he had been out of breath for a long time.
Seeing this person's situation, Mo Bai sighed lightly. He walked forward and bent down to hold the storage bag around the person's waist in his hand.
But when Mo Bai's palm just touched this person's storage bag, a fuzzy little figure flashing white fluorescence rushed out of his body and rushed directly towards the center of Mo Bai's eyebrows.
There was a sneer at the corner of Mo Bai's mouth. The right hand that had originally grasped the storage bag suddenly turned into a shadow and grabbed it back. He grabbed the vague little figure in his hand. The vague little figure suddenly made a painful sound.
"Friend Daoist is forgiving. I was just chased by the white-haired man, and I was forced to helplessly. As long as the fellow Daoist can let me go this time, I will have to thank you again in the future." At this moment, the voice of that man rang in Mo Bai's mind. Seeing that he could not make a secret calculation, this person was pinched in his hand by someone else. As long as he applied lightly, he would be dissipated and truly died. So quickly begged for mercy and promised him a heavy promise.
Mo Bai raised his right hand and looked at the fuzzy little figure with white fluorescent light pinched by his fingers.
Since the experience of being seized once, Mo Bai has been very careful ever since. The old monster Mu Yu had been dead for so many years, the soul had not disappeared, Mo Bai was almost succeeded in being seized, if it hadn't been for the help of Tsurumi, his soul had already been swallowed by him.
Not to mention this pill-forming monk who just died. Again,
Another thing that Mo Bai was originally puzzled was that with his cultivation base, there was no reason why he couldn't find a fight a few miles away from him. What's more, the movement of the cultivators in the Alchemy Period is not small. But before the corpse fell, Mo Bai still didn't hear any movement.
This shows that the place where the two cultivators fought fiercely was not near here. But at the moment before his death in the distance, he cast a certain secret technique and landed near his location.
But the white-haired people followed all the way, and after seeing Mo Bai, they thought that this person was the one who responded to him. So as soon as he came, he grumbled and started to move without saying a word.
"Daoist, I am also confused for a while, and there is no way. Please also raise your hands. Let me go this time." Even if Mo Bai's tone is very flat, the soul still feels the murderous intention in Mo Bai's heart. . Hurriedly begged for mercy and said.
Mo Bai still used two fingers to pinch the opponent's primordial spirit, and did not speak, his black eyes kept flickering, as if thinking about something.
For Mo Bai, things don't seem to be that simple. If these two mid-pill formation cultivators weren't for major benefits, it seemed that they wouldn't be fighting each other like this. And after the white-haired man killed the opponent again, he let the opponent escape here. In this way, the important interest should not be on this person, but by him somewhere.
The white-haired person just wants to follow him and understand where the soul is going to flee.
After a while, Mo Bai raised his head and looked at the soul and said coldly: "If I didn't pay attention just now, you would have succeeded. Do you think I will let you go so easily?"
Although Mo Bai spoke slowly, the unkindness in his words was beyond words.
"This..." The cultivator of the pill formation stage was startled, and immediately he knew it and said: "I can tell you a secret, as long as you promise to let me go, then this secret is yours."
Mo Bai sneered secretly in his heart, if it weren't for this secret, you wouldn't be able to get the land like you are now. Actually want to use this secret in exchange for his own life.
"Let's talk about it for now, and see if this secret can get your life?" Mo Baimian said lightly without changing his color. It doesn't seem to be moved by the so-called secret.
However, the primordial spirit of the cultivator in the pill formation stage also knew that the person in front of him could cultivate to the pill formation stage, and his character would naturally not be bad there. If you can't bring out some sweetness, it seems that the person in front of you will not be able to be moved by it and let yourself go. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)