Even though the Ming Wang Tianwu cultivator is exhausted, he does not even have the strength to resist, but because he pays attention to physical cultivation on weekdays, the strength of the physical body is there, and for the same exhausted opponent, it is not arbitrarily to kill.
Such a situation has never been seen before.
Yang Xintou, who was dragging the Ming Wang Tianwu Zhe towards the flames of anger, was very nervous, and he didn't know whether his plan could be realized.
But you have to try it anyway, after all, this is a life.
In that secret realm, Meng Qi once said to him that he would not need to show mercy when he met Motu in the future.
He didn't expect such a choice to appear in front of him so quickly, but facing such a Mo disciple from Mingwangtian, he couldn't cruelly kill him.
After all, he has the means to clean up the source, maybe he can find a chance to save him back and restore his nature.
That's why he tried every means to defeat the opponent without killing.
Walking staggered to the face of Rage Flame, Yang Kai held a fist: "Master, fortunately not insulting your life!"
Anger Yan smiled and couldn't help nodding: "Very well, I didn't see you wrong as expected."
In fact, sending Yang Kai to the end had already planned to abandon him, but now, he has the foresight.
Anger Yan lowered his head again to look at the Ming Wang Tianwu who was dragged by Yang Kai, a greedy color flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Give him to me."
Yang Kai has nothing to do with it.
An angry flame probe hand, grabbed it towards the Ming Wang Tianwu, and held it directly on the palm of his hand with his huge palm, and immediately the power of the ink surged and wrapped it.
Seeing this scene, Yang Kai breathed a sigh of relief, and his anger flame did not disappoint him. This was what Yang Kai expected to happen.
But Langya, who had been standing by and gritted his teeth and watching, instantly turned gloomy, and shouted, "Rage Yan, what are you doing?"
He thought that Rage Flame wanted to enjoy his own spoils. After all, it was a sixth-rank open heavenly mighty power, and it was also a great tonic for the upper Mo disciple. It swallowed up such a sixth-rank open heavenly mighty power. Yan's strength must be greatly increased.
Unexpectedly, Fury didn't have this plan at all, but instead used his ink power to erode the warrior of Ming Wangtian.
In this way, didn't the warriors of Mingwangtian become the Mozu of Fury
How can Spike accept this? A living Mozu and a dead Mozu have different meanings. Now that he has agreed to a death fight with Fury Flame, now that the winner is divided, he is ready to be mentally prepared for his Motu to be killed.
If Rage Flame really killed the Mingwang Heavenly Martial Artist, he would have nothing to say, but it would be unbearable for him to take such a hand from Rage Flame.
In this way, the strength of Fury's subordinates has greatly increased, but his subordinates are missing a general. With such increase and decrease, the gap between his strength and Fury's strength can be large.
"Do you have an opinion?" Anger Yan squinted.
Langya said angrily: "You and I have agreed on a death match, and must score birth and death. What do you mean by robbing me now?"
If it is a life fight, it has been agreed that the ownership of the Mo Disciple will be a bet, and Fury will not be blamed for doing so, but the death fight is different.
Angry Yan sneered and said: "Why is the robbery? The victory or defeat is divided. This is my trophy. I want him to live and die if I want him to die. His life is mine. What does it have to do with you?"
Langya clung to the rules and did not let go: "Death match is death match. Only one of these two Mo disciples can survive. You can choose one yourself!"
Anger shook his head: "No one has ever said that only one will survive a death match."
It’s true that no one has ever said it, but every death fight is the result of this. The main reason is that the strength of the Mo disciple who fought at the end of the battle is almost the same. There will be no situation where the high-rank Mo disciple suppresses the low-rank Mo disc, and there is no way to stay in the fight. Hand, there is always one party will lose and die.
Everyone acquiesced to this rule.
If Yang Kai captured his opponent alive and ran back, and only appeared once in so many years, there would be room for dispute.
Langya didn't waste his saliva with him, and raised his arms: "Just ask these many people, what are the rules for a death fight!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
There was cheering from all around, ear-splitting. Many Mo tribes don't care about who benefits, they just want to see blood and killing.
Langya looked at Fury provocatively, with a smug look on his face.
Anger Yan's expression became solemn, he really likes that Mingwangtian warrior, if he can earn his subordinates, it would be best, but if he committed the anger of the clansmen here, it would not be worth the loss.
While hesitating, Yang Kai suddenly clasped his fists and said: "Master, might as well let me fight him again, I can torture him slowly and slowly!"
Angry Yan frowned: "Slowly torture him to death?" What's the point of this
Yang Kai said, "How about a hundred years?"
Fury was only able to understand, and wondered who would like to stay here for a hundred years? Even Langya would not have the patience, as long as he is gone, then the warrior of Ming Wangtian will naturally become his Mo disciple.
This is not a solution.
"You're looking for death!" He turned his head sharply, glaring at Yang Kai.
Yang Kai bowed his head and said, "The master wants me to die, and I have to die by myself!" By implication, you are not qualified.
Ding Si's eyelids jumped while listening, only to realize that this little boy was a little bolder, dare to talk to the Mo clan so yin and yang, I am afraid that he doesn't know how to write dead words.
"Presumptuous!" Anger Yan scolded, but didn't have the slightest reprimand.
Yang Kai bowed his head to express obedience.
Anger Yan turned his head to look at Langya: "I don't think you want to spend a hundred years watching an unexciting battle, right? If you really have such a leisurely mind, I can let these two Mo disciples continue to fight here. Go down."
Anyway, that Ming Wangtian Motu had been soaked by his Mo power, and he was considered his Motu. As long as he gave an order, two Motu could really fight for a hundred years.
Langya said coldly.
"Well, let's invite the three lords at will to make a ruling and ask them for their opinions. If the lords make more decisions, let's follow them." Anu Yan suggested.
The reason for this proposal is because no matter what the result is, he will not suffer.
If the Mingwang Heavenly Martial Artist can really survive, he will naturally have one more general under his command.
If he had to die, then Fury could take the opportunity to devour his mighty power and turn it into his own powerful capital.
Anyway, there is no benefit to Spike.
Fury also has no one hundred years to waste.
He had all proposed so, how could Langya disagree, and nodded immediately: "Yes!"
Anger Yan turned his head and looked around, and stretched out his hands to support his chest: "Respectfully invite the three lords to judge this matter." He pointed to the Ming Wang Tianwu and said: "The life or death of this Motist is all within the thought of the adults."
Among the Mo tribes around, there is a lord-level Mo tribe, and there are still a lot of them. The lord is divided into the ranks of the Mo clan, and when the strength is reached, he can naturally become the Mo clan of the lord level.
But not every Mo clan at the lord level has its own territory.
This place is the Gale Lord, the lord is Gale Lord, and has nothing to do with other Lords, but the Gale Lord has such a territory, the strength is naturally not comparable to the ordinary Mo lord.
Just like Void Land, there are so many Sixth-Rank Open Heavens, but Yang Kai, who is also a sixth-rank, is the master of Void Land. Although the others are also in Void Land, they are not the masters.
After the angry flame's words fell, she waited quietly.
After a short while, a female lord said in a sharp tone: "Death fight is naturally divided into birth and death. What counts if both are alive?"
What she meant was already obvious.
Langya and Rage Yan stretched out their hands and bent over to support their chests, paid their respects, and waited for the next lord to speak. However, with the support of this female lord, Langya's expression was obviously much easier.
Fury is still indifferent, just like his previous plan, no matter what the result is, it will be no harm to him.
After a while, another lord said: "Motu is also the power of my Mozu, let him survive, and he can play some usefulness on the battlefield."
The opinions of the two lords were opposite, and the last lord could undoubtedly decide the life and death of the Ming Wang Tianwu.
I don't know from which direction, a voice came out: "It's alive!"
The words are concise and concise, without much explanation. It is estimated that it is the same as the second lord thought, so that Motu can survive and play some role on the battlefield.
Fury and Langya salute again.
When he got up, Rage Yan smiled triumphantly at Langya, who snorted and led his Mo Disciple to turn away.
He originally gathered three Mo disciples around him, two fifth-ranks and one sixth-rank. One of the fifth-ranks was killed by Ding Si, and the only sixth-rank was captured by Yang Kai. Now only the last fifth-rank remains. , Extremely desolate.
And if he wants to get more Motu, he can only buy it from other Motu, or participate in such a gambling fight, or wait for the war to erupt and motivate the warriors of the human race on the battlefield.
But anyway, Langya lost a lot this time.
And the anger flames that have some gaps with him are naturally overjoyed.
In the two gambling battles, one Jiayi died, but one more Mingwang Heavenly Martial Artist. His subordinates still maintained the lineup of five generals, and their strength has also increased.
And all of this is due to this newly-acquired servant named Wuwu, if he hadn't given himself an unexpected surprise, there would be no joy in the world today.
Turning his head, looking at Yang Kai with a blood-stained face and embarrassed, the more he looked, the more pleasing he became.
I have never felt that a Mo disciple is so intriguing.
"From today, you will be called Jiayi!" Anger Yan looked at Yang Kai.
Yang Kai was stunned for a moment, clasped his fists and whispered: "Yes!"
From the Fifth Five Years' name, it suddenly became the first one, which is obviously a huge rise in status.
"Your name is Wuwu!" The Mo clan looked at the Ming Wang Tianwu again.
After a short rest, although the warrior Ming Wangtian hadn't fully recovered yet, he could at least stand up, and his face paled in response.