Mo Sheng held Sheng with one hand and stood behind those people, looking coldly at the two people in front of him.
People like Sayo, who all came out of Nuwa Valley back then, and whose abilities were many times higher than Shui Qingqing and Sang Yu, rushed towards Mo Jia and Huan Huan.
Mo Jia's silver hair fluttered suddenly, and his red eyes seemed to be burning with two flames. A hurricane rose up all around, surrounding his body, spiraling upward in circles, setting off a whirlpool.
Mo Sheng was startled, his eyes full of shock. Is this the power he was born with that could kill him?
Huanhuan knew that Mojia had an unknown mysterious power in his body after he transformed into Lord Sesshomaru. Today, it was the first time she saw it, and she couldn't help but be shocked. No wonder he needed to suppress it so hard.
Looking at herself, if she had a head-on confrontation, she really wouldn't be sure at all.
Without giving Sayo and the others a chance to get closer, Mojia waved his palms, mixed with a burst of blazing flames. The green grass underneath was scorched in the gap between them.
Sayo shouted loudly, and all the dozen or so people moved away. Then, they all used their skills to fight around Mojia. Huanhuan wanted to help, but there was no gap for her to get in. Mojia was alone.
He stood in front of her and blocked all attacks. The hurricanes around him were getting stronger and stronger, and the wind was so fierce that it made it difficult to open one's eyes.
Huanhuan squeezed her cane tightly, and when she concentrated, she could clearly see the strength of the two forces in the battle circle. The real strength Mojia unleashed was completely overwhelming.
Mo Sheng came back to his senses from the initial surprise, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, and asked the baby boy in his arms, "Sheng, who do you think will win? Him? Or me?"
The baby boy was nestled in his arms, his dark eyes without pupils, quiet and strange.
Seeing more and more time pass by, Huanhuan stood anxiously, always wary of Mo Sheng and the evil beast in his arms.
On the roof of the stone house behind him, the beam of light illuminated the rose-red sky as bright as day.
Suddenly, the strong wind stopped.
Huanhuan couldn't help but hold her breath.
Mojia's arrogant silver hair slowly fell down.
One pair of hands was covered in blood, with blood dripping down the fingertips.
The dozen or so people were all lying on the ground, dead in a miserable state. Only Sayo was lying there, with a piece of flesh removed from one cheek by Mo Jia Shengsheng, and his white forehead bones could be seen. His left arm was completely disabled.
It fell off, the bones were torn off, and only a little bit of skin and flesh was left on the shoulder. He lay on the ground, spit out a large mouthful of blood, then slowly raised his head and gave Mojia a sinister smile, "So, you are..."
Before he could finish his words, Mojia suddenly raised his hand, and a red light swept over him. Sayo's eyes suddenly opened wide. Then, his head tilted and he landed directly on the ground, rolling to the side. A stream of blood spurted out from his broken neck.
, the body fell to the ground with a bang.
Resisting the turmoil in her stomach, Huanhuan subconsciously turned her face away.
"It's a pity," Mo Sheng came to his body and shook his head with regret, "He is a very outstanding mental ability user." He slowly raised his head, looked directly at Mo Jia, and smiled, "But who makes him inferior in skills?
?”
Mo Jia didn't speak, his eyes remained cold and indifferent, without fluctuations. The wind rising from the soles of his feet was like a vine, soothing but rhythmic, and protectively surrounding his body.
Mo Sheng nodded to himself and sighed, "I don't want to kill you, as long as you get out of my way."
Huanhuan stepped forward, stood beside Mo Jia, and looked directly at Mo Sheng, "I'm sorry, not only will we not let go, but we will not let go of the evil beast in your arms!" As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows.
A cluster of blue flames lit up on the tip of the cane.
Mo Sheng lowered his eyes and spoke earnestly, "Huanhuan, I want you to know that the person I don't want to hurt the most is you."
"Stop talking nonsense. You are no longer the Mo Sheng I know. What's the point of talking more?" Huanhuan's face was slightly cold, his eyes were like a torch, and Mo Jia occupied the left and right sides, guarding the stone house.
There are less than four hours left until tomorrow, so stick to whatever you say!
"You stay here!" As soon as Mo Jia finished speaking, he jumped up suddenly, his long hair blooming in the air. But before he could get closer, a black halo suddenly appeared around Mo Sheng, separating him from the saint.
They were all enveloped in it. After Mojia hit him, he was bounced away. He reacted quickly and rolled on the ground, stabilizing his momentum.
Huanhuan no longer hesitated, closed his eyes, and immediately mobilized the power in his body, and then all of it penetrated into the cane. Immediately, the cane seemed to have vitality and became bright. An aurora burst out from the tip of the cane, and then transformed into a ray of light.
The sword struck straight at the black circle of light.
The aperture trembled a few times, but it didn't move at all.
Mo Sheng stood inside, looked down at Sheng, and smiled, "Haven't you been waiting underground for thousands of years? Now, it's time for you to show off." He raised his head, pointed at the wooden house opposite, and said loudly,
"Kill all the divine beasts inside!" The hatred in his eyes became deeper and deeper.
As if Sheng could understand his command, Sheng slowly rose from his arms, his dark eyes fixed on the stone house. The thin blanket fell to the ground, and he remained naked and kept sitting.
, staying on top of Mo Sheng’s head.
"We must not let it succeed!!" Huanhuan grasped the cane tightly, the blue luster in her eyes became more and more intense, and with a "bang" sound, a blue fireball appeared under her feet, sticking to the ground and rolling over.
Sheng lowered his head and just glanced at the fireball. The fireball exploded violently, and powerful sparks sprayed out in all directions. Mojia rushed over like lightning, protecting Huanhuan in his arms.
Huanhuan was pressed under her body and felt the person on her body trembling. She was startled and asked quickly, "Mojia, are you injured?"
Mojia gritted his teeth, endured the pain of the flesh on his back, and shook his head, "It's okay!" Pulling up Huanhuan, the two of them were still blocking the stone house. After appreciating the power of the evil beast, no one dared to be careless again.
Mo Sheng couldn't help but sigh, "Why bother? Mo Jia, although I hate you, I really don't want to kill you now. If you die, my fun will be greatly reduced by half. If you are not afraid of death, you should also consider Huanhuan
ah."
"There's no need for you to pretend to be kind!" Huanhuan scolded, but no longer took action rashly. From time to time, he would look behind him. No matter how long it takes, he should wait as long as he can!
Suddenly, Mojia spoke up.
"Huanhuan, come and attack me."
Huanhuan thought she had heard wrongly and turned her head to look at him in disbelief, "Mojia, what are you talking about?"
Mojia stared at the saint across from him and said word by word, "I want you to attack me."