During this period of time, he has also been observing the situation of Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun. Normally, he can't detect it. However, because he wants to link the will of the ink nest, Yang Kai's small universe door has been opened, allowing the ink nest to swallow it. Ouyang Lie can still see some clues in his own strength.
Over the past few months, the general seven-Rank has long been absorbed and dried up.
Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun's power is still full, not diminishing at all, it is obvious that the creatures he raised in captivity have played a role.
Now Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun Wuyu is worried that he will be drained by the ink nest, and the soul is protected by Wen Shenlian. Even if the king personally takes action, he may not have any way to use him, so in terms of safety, don't worry too much.
It's just that the Mo clan used means to trap his soul in the ink nest space, and I don't know when he can escape.
Ouyang Lie secretly estimated that the situation would not change much in a short period of time. He could not do much, but wait here and monitor Yang Kai's status. If something is wrong, he can only report it immediately.
In the ink nest space, time passed, and it was another two months in the blink of an eye.
It has been almost half a year since the ink nest space was closed, and half a year is nothing to the domain master or the eighth-rank Mo disciple.
It is common to practice in a retreat once, and no one needs a tens of hundreds of years, a mere half a year, but it is just a flick of a finger.
However, for the Mo disciple surnamed Wan, these six months have been a bit tormented.
The soul-retaining thorn is constantly eroding his spirituality, even if the other two Mo disciples help each other, it will be difficult to reverse the decline. If his soul can return to the body, the divine body will be united, it will be somewhat helpful to the current situation.
However, the domain masters of the Mo tribe were so worried that they did not dare to open this ink nest space easily, and feared that the human race would escape. In this situation, how can the Mozu return to his place and become one with the flesh
In addition, Mo Chao has been devouring the power of his small universe, making his current situation even worse.
He doesn't know what the situation of his own Xiao Qiankun is now, but if Xiao Qiankun consumes too much power, it will also be imprinted on the soul.
With the assistance of the two companions, after six months of strong support, the Motu surnamed Wan was finally a little unable to hold on.
When the violent fluctuations of the spirit power were ups and downs, the six Mo tribe domain masters were monitoring the movement of Wen Shenlian. They turned their heads and saw that the spirit body of the spirits of the Mo disci over there burst open, turning into a little bit of fluorescence, and dissipating here. In the ink nest space.
"Brother Wan!" the old man cried out sadly, feeling sad.
The other Mo disciple also expressed grief.
They had done everything they could, but they still couldn't save the lives of their companions. Before entering the ink nest space to perform this mission, no one had expected that the situation would develop into such a ghostly appearance.
The lineup of the six Mo tribe domain masters and the four 8th-rank Mo disciple, even the ancestors of the human race, can touch them.
But now, the two Mo disciples were dead, and the human race was still hiding in the Wen Shenlian, and there was no way for the Mo race to take him.
Hudi's eyes breathed fire.
Lost another one!
Counting the losses of the previous two times, the Mochao dispute has already damaged two eighth-rank Mo disciples, a domain master, and three divine souls, and now they don't know whether they are dead or alive.
Such losses are not small for the Mo people today.
After the Mo people in the Dayan war zone experienced a big battle, it is not the situation of a big family hundreds of years ago. Whether it is a domain master or the number of 8th grade Mo disciples, the number of them has dropped sharply by one compared with that of hundreds of years ago. Mostly.
Suddenly a question arose in Heng's heart.
Is it worth paying such a big price to force the human race to give up the ink nest
If the plan can succeed, of course it will be worth it!
But the plan has been carried out so far, and there have been many ups and downs, and only one person from the human race has sent them out and retreats. In the words of the human race, the Mo race is already a bit difficult to ride a tiger.
The price paid is too great. Give up at this time. How can they explain to the king
Therefore, in any case, this human race must be solved, and Wen Shenlian will be captured, so that there can be a proper explanation in front of the king.
On the other side, the two Mo disciples watched as their companion Wanxing disappeared, their bodies disappeared, and they were worried about their own situation in sorrow.
Although they had never been injured, it would be troublesome if the spirits did not return for a long time, not to mention that Mochao was still devouring the power of their small universe.
They are good at 8-Rank, but how long can they last
One year? Two years? Or is it three years? No one can tell.
In fact, they felt a trace of fatigue at this moment. Although it is not obvious, it is definitely the reason that the physical power consumption is imprinted on the soul.
At the moment, the slightest fatigue is nothing, but if you let it go, the situation will only get worse.
But they are just Mo disciples, as slaves of the Mo people, who can give the domain masters a word at this time and make them abandon this plan
It is impossible for the domain masters to give up easily. The two Motu faintly felt their tragic ending, and now they can only hope that the realm of the human race is the same as their speculation, not the eighth rank, but the seventh rank, or the sixth rank. .
Only in this way can they persist longer than the other party.
Time passed in this silence.
One year, two years...
The Mo tribe domain masters have not changed, they are still the same, but the spirit bodies of the two eighth-rank Mo disciples have been obviously dimmed, and the fluctuations of the spirits have also appeared extremely weak, as if they were sick.
Shenhun naturally does not get sick, and there is only one possibility for such a situation.
Their physical bodies outside were about to be unable to hold on. For two years, Mochao had swallowed the power of their small universe all the time, and even the eighth rank could not resist it.
The weakness of the flesh is imprinted on the soul, and the situation at hand will naturally appear.
After enduring such a long time, the elder old man finally couldn't help it. He tremblingly came to Hundi and bowed and said, "My lord, can you open the ink nest space and let me and I retreat first? We are afraid that we will stick to it. It won’t be long."
There was a struggling look in Hundi's eyes. To be honest, he didn't want to break two 8th-Rank Mo disciple here for nothing, after all, he had already broken it before.
He is also willing to let these two 8-Rank Mo disciple survive.
I didn't open the ink nest space before, because I was afraid that Yang Kai would also take the opportunity to escape. Now naturally he also has this concern.
But now it won't work if you don't open it. If you don't open it, the two Motu will definitely die here.
He couldn't figure it out. How could this human race be better than the eighth-rank Mo disciple? His previous inference should be correct. If this human race is really an eighth rank, the soul has been nourished by Wen Shenlian for thousands of years, it must be a lot more than the normal eighth rank.
Since he only showed the normal level of the eighth rank divine soul, it means that his real cultivation base is not the eighth rank, and most likely it is the seventh rank.
The Seventh-Rank Open Heaven's Small Universe was naturally inferior to the 8-Rank Mo Disciple, but the two 8th-Rank Mo Disciple almost couldn't hold on to it, but the Human Race did not move.
At this point, the only way to let the two 8th-Rank Mo disciple retreat first, and their domain masters will stay and continue to consume each other.
Take care. Just as I was about to open the ink nest space, there was a very weak voice from the Wen Shenlian lotus that had not moved. Even if it's a tie this time, I'll talk about it next time I have a chance to meet."
Next time
Hundi's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Hugh is so rampant, if you have the means to reach the sky, this time you will die here!"
The elders were trembling in spirit, looking up to the sky and speechless, if the body were here, they would surely be in tears.
The only gleam of life was also ruined by that human race...
He stepped back silently, and searched for a quiet corner with another companion, restrained the fluctuations of his own soul, and minimized the loss of strength.
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Within Wen Shenlian, Yang Kai kept talking: "This domain master, why are you? Those two obviously are about to be unable to hold on. If you don't open the ink nest space, they will definitely die here. I don't care. Yes, after killing so many of you, you can still earn two funerals together, no loss."
"The number of Domain Masters and 8th-Rank Modis on your side is not many, think about it, after the battles, the casualties of my human race are so huge, not to mention your Mo race, if you die two more, The loss can be big. By the way, how is the king’s injury? My ancestor of the human race often visits him sometimes? Everyone is a neighbor, and you should be talking with each other. You are more offended, and you don’t see you visiting. It’s so boring."
"Don't be dumb, I'm almost dying, and I won't be able to say a few words with me? Hey, I think I have practiced throughout my life, and I am a master. Although I only have a seventh-level cultivation base, the Mo clan domain master has also cut a few. Yes, it is a pity that Tian is jealous of talents, and he will lose his life here after all."
"For the sake of I am dying, I ask you something. If you can return, you can return, but you can’t return. The ink nests of the Mo clan are hierarchical. Whose child nest is the ink nest? What gave birth to the master-level ink nest? This question has troubled me for a long time. Can you please help me out? If you can tell, a certain death will be stunned."
The domain masters kept silent, but after listening to this Human Race talking to himself, he finally confirmed one thing, he was indeed not an eighth-rank, but only a seventh-rank.
Although it is possible for him to lie, but the matter is here, what is the point of lying
What's more, this situation is the same as their previous inferences, and all this noisy human race must be 7-Rank undoubtedly.
Shame!
If they were so embarrassed by the 8-Rank, they are now being turned into this by a 7-Rank. All the domain masters can't help but feel a sense of shame. If possible, they can't wait to drag Yang Kai out of the Wen Shenlian. Tell him to taste the torture in the world, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Yang Kai's voice became weaker and weaker: "It's nothing, you don't want to say it, then if I don't ask, I'm tired, take a break."