At the same time as Bao Bao spoke, Mo Li also felt something strange about the horse beneath her. She flew down from the horse. As soon as her toes touched the snow, the horse she stepped off had already turned around and ran towards the mountain walls on both sides.
"God's words: All things in the world are born according to light!"
The light and pure voice came out gently.
In the carriage where the Holy Son was sitting at the front of the motorcade, a white light as pure as snow suddenly overflowed from the carriage, spreading like mist and covering the entire motorcade, including the horses that had already run out of the motorcade.
The horses that had already run out of the team were bathed in such light mist, and the blood in their eyes disappeared instantly, and they became docile again.
With this mist blocking it, the sound of the flute seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, no longer real, and naturally it will no longer make people feel uncomfortable.
Li Li felt the wonder of this light mist and couldn't help but look at the carriage in front of him.
White is the color that represents the first level of the divine level.
Baobao said that this young saint is just at the top of the heavenly realm and will soon enter the saintly realm. Is Baobao wrong?
"I didn't expect that he could actually cast divine magic?!"
When she was confused, the baby's sigh also sounded in her mind.
"Didn't you say that he was just a Kuaiji saint?" Mo Li asked in confusion.
"This child's physique is pure and extraordinary. Even though he is at the pinnacle of the heavenly level, it is not impossible to activate a magical spell. However, this magical spell may not last long!" The baby's small eyes looked to the left through the light mist.
The snow cliff, "Master, look!"
Without needing to be reminded, Mo Liyi had already sensed the threat coming from the left and turned towards the snow cliff on the left.
On the snow cliff, a colorful fire appeared at some point. The light was uncertain, just like the will-o'-the-wisps on the cemetery. There was a faint black figure flashing in the fire, but it was too long ago and the night was thick.
, I couldn’t see their appearance clearly, and I couldn’t tell who they were. It seemed that they were afraid of the magic in the valley, so they did not attack rashly.
"Everyone, be careful!"
The cavalry leader guarding the side of the Holy Son's carriage shouted the order again.
The cavalry also sensed danger, and all of them drew their swords.
"Brother!" Xu Ziwen leaned towards his brother with some worry. Xu Zixiao held the riding crop in his hand tightly, his eyes also full of wariness.
The white halo of light in mid-air gradually became thinner. As Bao Bao said, the young Holy Son's magic did not last long.
In mid-air, a sharp shout came, and the black shadows that had been hesitating and wandering on the snow cliff immediately floated down from the top of the cliff toward the valley.
By the light of the fire, Li Moli could see clearly.
These people are really weird-looking.
There are big-headed ghosts with heads as big as buckets, and there are skeletal men with no skin and flesh only wearing armor... The knives, forks, swords and sticks in their hands are either sparkling with will-o'-the-wisps or covered with dark green rust, making them look like...
Recently unearthed ancient cultural relics.
"Kill these aliens!"
The cavalry leader shouted loudly and rushed towards these ghost soldiers.
The ten Tsing Yi believers formed a circle and protected the white carriage.
In the white carriage, the young Holy Son's cheeks were already as pale as paper. He had just tried his best to activate his magic to fight against the soul-stealing flute sound. At this moment, he was already very exhausted.
The cavalry quickly joined the battle, and the bodyguards including Bai Chi also joined the battle one after another. Xu Ziwen was eager to try while holding the sword.