When the light suddenly brightened, Zhixian was already bound by gray lights and appeared in Lin Mo's sight.
Lin Mo was scared at first, but then he smiled with joy.
He waved his sleeves without hesitation, and in an instant, more than a dozen colorful talismans flew out like shooting stars.
The sound of "Puff" was heard endlessly, these talismans quickly integrated into Zhixian's body, and colorful runes appeared, completely covering it.
"stop"
"court death"
There were shouts from three rays of light behind them, and they were obviously angry that Lin Mo had snatched away the prey.
However, Lin Mo turned a deaf ear and flipped his other hand, a green jade bottle appeared. He whispered in his mouth, the jade bottle vibrated, and a green light sucked the trapped Zhixian into it.
As the spiritual light flickered, Zhixian, who was originally taller than Lin Mo, instantly shrank to the size of half a foot, and was wrapped in green light and put into the bottle.
Lin Mo flipped the bottle in his hand again, and it disappeared.
At this time, three escaping lights from behind arrived almost at the same time. After a few breaths, the three of them appeared and surrounded Lin Mo thirty feet away.
Lin Mo looked around with a calm expression, seemingly unafraid. Although he had not yet seen the faces of his pursuers, their spiritual pressure was not strong, so he acted calm and composed.
"Hey, it's Fellow Daoist Lin."
"It's you"
The two people sounded surprised, one was full of doubts and the other was shocked.
The last person was covered in blood, silent, and attacked Lin Mo.
Two bloody lights came through the air, trying to penetrate Lin Mo's defense.
Lin Mo's face darkened, and the gray light expanded instantly, reflecting the blood light back.
Immediately afterwards, the gray light condensed into countless filaments, tightly entwining the blood light.
The blood blades were fierce at first, but as the gray threads gradually increased, they became slow and weak, and the light gradually dimmed, revealing their original form - two bloody short swords, only a few inches in length, dazzling and extremely flexible.
The two daggers were quickly wrapped in layers of gray silk, and finally let out a whine, unable to move any further.
The figure in the blood-stained light in the distance was slightly surprised, but remained calm and shouted:
Two "bang bang" sounds suddenly came from within the gray light.
The two bloody blades that were originally trapped suddenly exploded and turned into countless bloody lights that dissipated in the divine light of Yuanci.
In an instant, ripples in the space in front of the bloody figure floated, and as the bloody light flashed, two bloody blades appeared again.
"Sword Spirit Transforms into Void"
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and stared closely at the bloody figure in the distance, his expression instantly gloomy.
At this time, he had clearly seen the faces of the other two people, namely the old man surnamed Yan and the green-haired foreigner.
They had seen Lin Mo's strength in Leiyun Pavilion, so they were not surprised by the situation in front of them. They just looked at Lin Mo with complicated eyes.
The face of the bloody figure gradually became clear under Lin Mo's spiritual gaze. It was a woman with red lips and black eyebrows, wearing a blood-colored palace dress.
After she withdrew the flying sword, her face was full of shock. It was obvious that the power of Yuanci Divine Light made her quite afraid.
The three of them surrounded Lin Mo in silence, but had no intention of letting him go.
When Lin Mo saw this, he smiled calmly and looked towards the distant sky.
There, fire clouds rolled, black water surged, and two completely opposite forces collided with each other, triggering continuous explosions that shook half of the sky, as if it might collapse at any time.
Lin Mo's eyes flickered and his thoughts began to spin rapidly.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I heard that Nephew Yue Xian entered the mountains with you. Is Nephew Yue Xian nearby?" After a moment of stalemate, the old man surnamed Yan was the first to ask.
"Unfortunately, fellow Taoist Yue just encountered an accident and has passed away."
Lin Mo replied with a serious face.
"Has passed away? Can you tell me who did it?" The old man surnamed Yan was extremely shocked and asked hurriedly.
"No one was present when fellow Taoist Yue was attacked. I'm sorry that I can't explain the specific reason." Lin Mo responded with a frown.
"That's it." The old man surnamed Yan looked gloomy, obviously doubting this.
When Lin Mo saw this, he smiled helplessly in his heart.
It seems that the old man thought he was related to Yue Zong's death.
However, he did not have a close relationship with the old man, so there was no need for any further explanation, so he turned to the other two people and asked calmly:
"You are all so arrogant, could it be that you don't want to let Lin go?"
"Hmph, why do you ask questions knowingly? Hand over Zhixian and you can leave at will." The green-haired alien's eyes flashed fiercely, threatening him fiercely.
"Zhixian? Haha, I wonder what the other two think?" Lin Mo sneered and turned to ask the other two.
The face of the old man surnamed Yan changed slightly and he did not answer. The bloody woman said coldly:
"Time is running out, the three of us will work together to defeat this person, and then divide the Zhixian equally. Otherwise, when Demon Crocodile and Iron Wing's men arrive, the treasure will definitely fall into their hands."
After saying this, the female monk rubbed her hands together without hesitation. In an instant, blood flowed out, and a bloody feather fan about a foot long suddenly appeared in her palms.
This fan looks ordinary, but it is crystal clear and is carefully carved from flawless white jade.
However, what is striking is that the fan is engraved with complicated blood-colored runes. Each rune shines with blood-red light like a burning flame, making it appear extremely mysterious and strange.
"Okay, getting one-third of the treasure is much better than getting nothing at all."
Although this green-haired alien monk had a fierce personality, he was not an ignorant person. He agreed without hesitation and quickly turned his palm over, and a simple and elegant small cauldron appeared in his hand.
After the cauldron rotated in his hand for a week, it instantly became several feet high and floated steadily in front of him, motionless.
The old man surnamed Yan saw that the other two companions had already started to take action. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and waved his sleeves violently.
I saw a ball of silver light bursting out of the sky, and it turned out to be a shining silver seal.
When it just flew away, it was only a few inches in size; however, as it rolled rapidly in the air, it turned into a giant of several feet in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
At this point, the situation of three top-level experts in the Void Refining Stage joining forces to fight against Lin Mo has been formed!
Faced with such a situation, Lin Mo couldn't help but frown slightly and sighed secretly in his heart.
These three opponents are all top-level experts in the Void Refining Stage. Their speed will never be inferior to mine. It is almost impossible to avoid this battle.
The only way to escape is to defeat or eliminate these three people, otherwise he will have difficulty getting out of trouble.
In fact, he had already realized this since he took action to seize Zhixian before. Therefore, when he saw the actions of these three people, he did not feel panic in his heart. On the contrary, before the three people launched the attack, he
He took the lead in stretching out his right hand and making a volley move.
In an instant, the phantom of the black hill in front of him immediately rolled up layers of gray light, slamming down on the old man.
Before it even landed, the hill suddenly became dozens of feet high in the rays of light, rolling down like dark clouds over a city.
When the old man surnamed Yan saw this, he was shocked. He didn't have time to think more, and immediately retreated. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and tapped the big silver seal in front of him.
The treasure made a buzzing sound, its size instantly increased several times, and it crashed head-on towards the mountain peak in the sky.
With a loud "boom" that shook the world, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the bottom of the mountain. The whole world trembled, and an invisible wave centered on the place where the two collided and spread in all directions.
Even if this silver seal is equally powerful, how can it compare with the Yuanci Mountain that has been refined twice?
Although it barely managed to hold back the Yuanci Holy Mountain's fall, it eventually shattered with a crisp sound, unable to withstand the astonishing weight of the Yuanci Holy Mountain.
The huge mountain peak suddenly descended like a landslide, and at the same time a large swath of gray rays of light swept out, shrouding the old man. The face of the old man surnamed Yan changed drastically, and a piece of milky white gauze erupted from his mouth.
Once the scarf danced, it immediately transformed into a white cloud floating towards the old man's head.
At the same time, the white clouds on the old man's face continued to flicker, ten fingers quickly popped into the air, and colorful magic formulas disappeared into the clouds in a flash.
The black mountain peak fell on the white clouds, as if it had hit another piece of cotton, and most of its power disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The milky white clouds and mist trembled and actually held up the mountain peak.
Seeing this scene, Lin Mo couldn't help but be slightly stunned. However, during this brief stasis, the green-haired alien monk and the woman in the bloody light also took action at the same time.
The green-haired alien monk opened his mouth and spat out, and a ball of green essence sprayed on the giant cauldron.
The giant cauldron buzzed, and its lid rose into the sky.
The next moment, a dazzling light jumped out from the cauldron. In just the blink of an eye, the surrounding world was enveloped by this intense light.
A ghastly yellow wind roared and swept in like a ferocious beast, and then turned into several ferocious yellow wind dragons, speeding towards Lin Mo.
The woman in the bloody light gently waved the bloody folding fan in her hand.
In an instant, the runes on the fan began to flicker, "puff" sounds came and went, and countless groups of blood-red flames spewed out from the fan like a dense rain of arrows, pouring towards Lin Mo.
Faced with such a dangerous situation, Lin Mo's face showed no signs of wavering, and he just turned his palms slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling green light flashed past, and a small cauldron shining with green light suddenly appeared.
It is the legendary Xutian Baoding!
Immediately afterwards, Lin Mo sprayed out a ball of silver flame from his mouth. After the flame rotated in the air for a moment, it suddenly transformed into a silver firebird about the size of a foot.
"Go for it!"
Lin Mo waved his arm and issued a low command from his mouth.
The small green cauldron trembled slightly and rose into the air. In a flash, the cauldron cover disappeared without a trace.
A buzzing sound that shook the sky came from the cauldron, and the patterns of animals and birds engraved on its surface all became blurry at this moment.
The green light shone brightly, and the shadows of huge beasts and strange birds suddenly appeared around the small tripod, and then let out deafening roars and launched attacks on the yellow wind dragons.
As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately started fighting fiercely, and they were inseparable for a while.
At the same time, the Silver Firebird spread its wings and faced the bloody fireballs flying in the sky.
The blood flames rolling on the surface of these fireballs are as bright as blood, and they are obviously not ordinary flames.
Even the woman in the bloody palace dress looked calm and composed at this time, and seemed to be full of confidence in the blood fan in her hand.
However, the next moment, the woman's expression suddenly changed.
It turned out that the silver firebird, which was only about a foot in size, was about to be thrown into many fireballs, but it suddenly let out a crisp cry, its wings suddenly flapped, and its body instantly resembled an inflated balloon.
The jaw-dropping speed expanded dramatically.
One foot, three feet, five feet, ten feet...
In the blink of an eye, the silver firebird had grown to a size of thirty feet. Every feather was silver and white, and silver runes were faintly visible in the white.
From a distance, it looks like a silver phoenix shining brightly in the sun, making it difficult to look directly at it.
When Lin Mo saw this, his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Although he had already expected that the Soul-Eating Firebird would evolve after devouring the Golden Crow True Fire, he was still shocked by the astonishing changes before his eyes.
What's more, this is before the Golden Crow True Fire has yet to be completely refined.
The Soul-Eating Firebird already possesses a certain amount of spirituality, and without much urging from Lin Mo, it flapped its wings and galloped forward.
The silver feathers on the surface of the wings shot out like sharp blades. Looking from a distance, it looked like countless silver crossbow bolts fired in unison. In a flash, they penetrated each bloody fireball accurately.
There was an endless stream of "bang bang" explosions.
The surface of those fireballs immediately experienced undulating deformations, and exploded one after another, turning into dots of blood flames and falling in all directions.
The woman in the bloody light was filled with shock and anger, but she did not move her hands and feet because of this. Instead, she threw the blood fan in her hand upwards, and quickly made a seal with her other hand, pointing towards the blood fan with great solemnity.
A bloody beam of light spurted out from the fingertips, disappeared into the blood fan in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.
The runes on the fan surface surged and jumped like boiling river water, quickly forming into incomprehensible and strange patterns that looked like mysterious magic circles, changing rapidly.
Suddenly, the blood-red flames that were originally scattered in the distance seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons. After the light flickered, they quickly drifted away in various directions, seeming to be preparing to reunite at a certain place.
However, at this critical moment, the silver feathers pierced through the blood flames instantly ignited into blazing fire and turned into silver fireballs as big as boxing fists.
These silver fireballs trembled slightly in the air, making a deafening sound of breaking through the air, and rushed towards the scattered blood flames.
As a result, any blood flame that collided with the silver fireball immediately disappeared without a trace and was quickly swallowed up by the silver fireball, as if there was no resistance.
In the blink of an eye, most of the blood flames that originally filled the sky disappeared without a trace.
When the woman shrouded in blood saw such a scene, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, without any color at all.
In desperation, the woman let out a sweet shout and spit out a cloud of glow from her mouth, tightly wrapping the fan in front of her.