"Miss Le, do you recognize Mo?" Mo Juren raised his eyebrows. He had no intention of hiding it. After all, he was so famous in Tiannan that he could find out with just a little investigation.
Therefore, there is no point in being secretive. Instead, it makes you look petty.
He was just surprised that the other party could accurately guess him so quickly, just by relying on his last name. She was indeed a saint of the Mulan tribe, and she did have something.
"More than just recognition, Lord Mo's name is well known on the grassland, especially the spiritual talisman you refined, which has caused so much trouble to the lower-level magicians of our clan for more than a hundred years!" Mulan
The Saint clenched her silver teeth, and then thought about the information about the other party that could be called a monster. A monk in the Nascent Soul stage who was more than 200 years old, a person with such unlimited potential, really deserved to be killed.
"Is it just the middle and low-level magicians? Not including a few masters from the nobility?" Mo Juren's eyes flashed slightly.
"Sure enough, it's you!" Although Saint Mulan had already guessed, she was still a little uncertain, but now she no longer had any doubts.
A monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul on the other side actually possesses such terrifying strength. Coupled with its terrifying potential, it requires special attention. It is best to kill him directly this time.
She couldn't help but be thankful for her previous plan. If she hadn't made preparations in advance and allowed him to escape today, it would have been too late to regret it.
He glanced vaguely in a certain direction from the corner of his eye, and then stopped talking nonsense. A jade hand went directly to his slim waist and pulled off a white ribbon tied to his body.
Just as she was about to sacrifice it, she suddenly heard words that made her almost want to vomit blood.
"Miss Le, please respect yourself. Although the women of the prairie are bold and unrestrained, it is not appropriate to take off your clothes in public." Mo Juren looked careless, but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes when he looked at the other party.
"You...you are looking for death!" Saintess Mulan's pretty face was startled, and then she realized that this was not just scolding her, but also included all the Mulan people.
He glanced at the other party angrily, his murderous intent even more intense, and he threw out the white ribbon magic weapon.
The ribbon was dazzling with white light, and after circling around, it transformed into a large snow-white eagle, with its wings spread several feet in size, its eyes blazing red, and its sharp claws black.
Its wings suddenly flapped, and the snow sculpture instantly disappeared from the place with a flash of white light. When it reappeared, it was already above Mo Juren's head. With a piercing scream, the demon bird struck directly at the opponent's Tianling Gai with one sharp claw.
Grab it hard.
"The spirit is good, and it's fat enough, but it's a pity that you can't eat it!" Mo Juren didn't show any panic at all, and didn't even bother to hide. While teasing, he stretched out a palm like lightning, and in the next moment he directly grabbed the attacker.
Come the claws.
It looked like a simple grab, but the power was far beyond imagination. The sharp claws seemed to be firmly welded in the air by iron pliers, and could no longer move forward.
And with a little force on the palm, the snow sculpture suddenly felt a sharp pain like bone erosion, a scream sounded again, its wings instinctively flapped at a very fast speed, and in an instant, countless snow-white feathers turned into dense wind blades and swept over it.
The power of the wind blade was extraordinary, but Mo Juren still ignored it and only relied on the outer armor of his body for defense.
The thing that he can wear is naturally not a mortal thing, it is the blood dragon armor that he got in the past in the chaotic sea.
This armor is the most precious treasure of the dragon clan in the outer sea, and its defensive power can be imagined.
Its quality is obviously not comparable to treasures such as white ribbons. The snow sculpture's attacks cannot even break through the blood-red light on the outer layer of the armor.
The snow sculpture was naturally unwilling to give in. While its body struggled wildly, the other sharp claw also grabbed it. Unfortunately, the result was no different and it fell into the opponent's hands again.
But at this moment, a flash of ice-blue light suddenly flashed, and the snow sculpture's huge body was directly covered by a layer of blue ice, unable to move anymore.
Seeing this scene, Saint Mulan immediately became more vigilant. She thought she had overestimated the opponent, but now it seems that she is still far behind, with a powerful body and top-notch armor.
The latter can also understand that as long as you are lucky enough, it is not uncommon to get some top-quality treasures by accident, not to mention that the other party is the owner of Tianhua Tower.
But the physical body is different. There are countless similar body-refining methods in the world of cultivation, but no matter which one it is, it requires a lot of time and energy to practice hard to achieve success.
It is incredible that the other party has achieved Nascent Soul at the age of more than two hundred years. He has not even left behind in the cultivation of his physical body. Even monsters are not enough to describe him.
Seeing that the snow sculpture was captured, Saint Mulan did not pay attention. Instead, she solemnly recited bursts of obscure and mysterious spells.
At the same time, the ten fingers of his hands were spread apart, flattened into a lotus shape, and a white light group appeared on it, vaguely like a white lotus in bud that was slowly taking shape.
Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly, naturally not giving the other party time to cast the spell smoothly. As soon as he started reciting the spell, he had already summoned a black crystal sword.
Following his change of mind, the flying sword grew in the wind, growing to a length of more than ten feet in an instant, and its surface shimmered with blue light, obviously having dry blue ice flames attached to it.
"Cut!" With a loud shout, the giant sword slashed down on the opponent's head.
Seeing this, Saint Mulan did not panic. The sound of the spell suddenly stopped. The white light lotus originally held in her hand had completely taken shape and slowly flew to the sky above her head.
The lotus petals unfolded one by one, giving people a delicate and delicate feeling, and then bloomed with dazzling white light, protecting its entire body.
The giant sword struck directly on the white light curtain, erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations, but it did not break it.
"Interesting!" Both the white lotus and the light screen were transformed by the opponent's magic power, but they have such a powerful defense. It is really not simple.
Mo Juren sneered, and suddenly lightning flashed in his hand, and he took out the 'Thunder Seal'. With his current strength, he could activate it almost instantly.
With a thought in his mind, the Thunder Seal rose into the air and suddenly turned into a giant thunder and lightning seal several feet square, carrying terrifying power and striking at the opponent again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unlike the flying sword, the thunder seal is a purely offensive ancient treasure, and its destructive power is far beyond the former with just one handle. As soon as Fang showed up, a curtain of light suddenly appeared.
The beautiful appearance of Saint Mulan in the movie changes dramatically.
"High-quality ancient treasure!" The woman exclaimed, and quickly pinched the magic formula in her hand again. At the same time, the sandalwood mouth opened slightly, and a stream of white energy shot out, directly into the white lotus.
In an instant, a layer of lotus phantoms emerged from the white lotus out of thin air, completely covering the girl's body layer by layer as if it were a substance.
"Boom..." A loud noise like the earth was shattering came out, and a radius of several hundred feet was completely submerged by the sea of thunder. Saintess Mulan, who was inside the white lotus phantom, obviously underestimated the power of the thunder and lightning seal, and her expression suddenly changed when she was affected.
As soon as he turned white, a trace of bright red oozed from the corners of his mouth.
The outermost light curtain was directly shattered, and the white lotus phantom on the surface began to flicker rapidly.
Seeing this, she didn't have time to think too much, she quickly made seals with her hands, and the white lotus on her body and head turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared suddenly.
The next moment, about twenty feet away in mid-air, the woman's graceful figure emerged again in a blue light.
It was obvious that she had suffered serious injuries. At this time, Saintess Mulan's aura had become much weaker, and her eyes looking at someone in front of her were more solemn than ever before.
"Wind Escape Technique! It's really extraordinary!" Mo Juren did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. After all, this woman was only secondary. The more important thing was the old scumbag deep underground, who might take action at any time.
Naturally, he has to leave his real trump card to the opponent. As for the Mulan Saint in front of him, using 30% of the means is enough. Besides, the opponent is proficient in the art of wind escape, so it is really not easy to kill her.
In this case, there is no need to waste energy and mana to entangle, but control the thunder seal attack again.
Saint Mulan had already experienced the terrifying power of the thunder and lightning seal, so she naturally did not dare to take it head-on. She used the wind escape technique to avoid it and at the same time, she suddenly took the white lotus above her head into her body.
The surface of his body then lit up with a milky white light, and white lotus petals bloomed all around him. At the same time, a huge white lotus, several feet in size, also appeared under the opponent's naked feet.
Pieces of lotus petals bloomed slowly and kept rotating around her body. At this moment, she suddenly stopped. As the thunder seal fell again, she did not break through the defense of these lotus petals.
Obviously, the defense of these lotus pieces was much stronger than that of the previous lotus phantom. Even if Mo Juren did not exert 100% of the power of this seal, he still could not deny the magic of the other party's methods.
You must know that what the other party used was not a treasure, but some kind of secret technique. It was extremely rare to achieve such an effect.
He even speculated that the Mulan people used the sacred bird as their totem, which was a genuine existence in the upper realm. Could the powerful secret techniques used by the other party also come from this way?
But at this moment, Saint Mulan suddenly raised a plain hand to her chest, spread her fingers apart, and in the sound of a sweet and obscure incantation, a ray of green light flew out from the cuff of her sleeve and landed steadily in her palm.
The brilliance faded away, revealing a bronze oil lamp that looked very poor in appearance, with an old and broken appearance, even faintly blackened with age.
"Holy Lamp!" Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly. He had already seen this lamp once during the last battle in Tiantian City. It was regarded as the opponent's trump card, and even the biggest trump card of the entire Mulan clan.
The other party was planning to risk his life. He couldn't help but think that if he were to snatch it away today, wouldn't it mean that he would directly cut off his salary and cut off the foundation of the Mulan people?
Such thoughts only stayed in my mind for a moment and then dissipated.
The reason why this lamp is called a holy lamp represents the belief of the Mulan people, and it is also a bridge to communicate with the upper world.
If it is really taken away, the entire Mulan tribe will go crazy. In order to take back this lamp, they will definitely take revenge at any cost.
Let's forget about this thankless thing. Although he thinks highly of himself, he is not arrogant enough to offend the entire Mulan tribe.
He looked at the snow sculpture beside him that was frozen by the blue ice. As soon as he thought about it, a shadow disappeared into it silently. Then the blue ice turned into flames and returned to the body, and the snow sculpture also escaped from the trap.
This naturally made Saint Mulan in the distance extremely surprised, but she couldn't think too much about it and quickly thought about taking it back.
However, the situation was completely different from what she thought. She actually lost contact with the snow sculpture.
The snow sculpture is the spirit of the Ribbon Magic Treasure. Although it is not her natal magic weapon, it is still an exotic treasure that has been kept with her for hundreds of years. How could she lose contact with her?
The next scene made his expression even more ugly. The snow sculpture, which had lost its master, returned to its original state in an instant and transformed into a white ribbon under the forceful oppression of the other party.
"Miss Le, this is a good gift, so Mo accepted it." Mo Juren laughed and threw it directly into the Ten Thousand Souls Gourd. Upon hearing such shameless words, Saint Mulan was immediately filled with shame and anger.
Unlike other treasures, this ribbon was something close to her body. Being taken away by the other party forcibly made her frightened and angry, and her murderous intention became even stronger.
She is a saint of the Mulan tribe. She is the only one who can communicate with the holy birds in the upper world. She is a unique existence in the tribe and enjoys the love and respect of hundreds of millions of tribesmen.
Even the master of the clan was polite to him. How had he ever been teased like this?
She swore in her heart that she would kill this 'disciple' today, otherwise it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Thinking of this, Tankou immediately opened his mouth slightly and recited bursts of ancient mantras.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, what's the situation like there? Can it still hold up?" But at this moment, Mo Juren suddenly heard the message from the monk surnamed Lu.
"It'll be fine in a short period of time." Mo Juren didn't try to make a fool of himself, after all, there was a mouse underneath.
"The defeat of this battle has been decided. There is no point in continuing to fight. We plan to cover some of the disciples and leave. Then Saint Mulan can only ask fellow Taoists."
"Okay, I will do my best." Mo Juren did not refuse and sent the message back directly.
Hearing this answer, the monk surnamed Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and then conveyed some plans to other colleagues. After all, it is not easy to evacuate under the current situation, and a certain plan must be made.
Soon after, all the monks in the base began to take action, forming several small teams and evacuating in different directions.
Naturally, the Mulan people would not just watch the cooked duck fly away. They also divided into different teams to pursue. The two sides continued to struggle, and there were countless casualties. However, under the premise that one side tried its best to escape, they eventually drifted away.
As for how much you can escape in the end, it all depends on God's will.
Of course, there were also those who couldn't leave, and these people were considered "abandoned". Not only the dead, but also the living were captured by the Mulan people after only holding on for a moment.
Saint Mulan naturally saw all this in her eyes, but her expression was extremely calm. She didn't care about others. Only Mo Juren in front of her was her real goal today.
As long as the opponent can't run away, that's the biggest gain. As for the rest, just let nature take its course and catch as many as you can.
She was a little curious that the other party didn't run away immediately like the others at this moment!
It seems that he is confident enough in his own strength that he is not in a hurry.
That's right, my strength in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was firmly suppressed by him, so it is inevitable to have such arrogance.
This would be great. Naturally, the other party would not know the situation of ‘Master Bi’, and it would be too late to cry before long.
At this moment, the sound of the incantation has stopped, and the bronze oil lamp in his hand has obviously been completely activated. The sandalwood mouth opens, and a ball of baby fire sprays directly onto the bronze lamp.
The next moment, only a small green light emerged, slowly lighting up on the lamp.