Wan Wujian raised his chin towards him with a smile on his face, and that smile was a sign of gloating.
But now, Ouyang Zhenting's cruel words have been let out. Even if Mr. Mo is really powerful, he can't just give up.
Although it was impossible to admit defeat, Ouyang Zhenting was also honest and did not dare to continue making noises.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?
Being secretive is not in line with your style as a master."
Ouyang Zhenting looked at the sky, used his spiritual power to support his voice, and said loudly.
The dark clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, and two figures emerged from the clouds. They were Mo Hai and Fu Qingcang.
Mo Hai looked indifferent and was playing with the Water Spirit Pearl in his hand.
This water spirit bead is a good water-attribute space magic weapon that can hold the water of a small lake. For Mo Hai, it is naturally of little use, but for Mo Yu, Xie Yutong and the others, it is of great use. Mo Hai is prepared
Get some and give them back to them. After all, I have to bring some gifts to them when I go out this time.
Speaking of gifts, Mo Hai really didn't prepare anything. Now that he remembered it, he decided to search for some. This Ouyang Zhenting is the great elder of the Demon Sect. He must have a lot of treasures on hand, as well as Qianhuan Charming and Wanwujian.
Those people also have a lot of treasures on hand. If they don't have enough, when they return to Beimengyunzhou with Fu Qingcang, they can take a look at the Liuyun Immortal Sect's Treasure Pavilion.
When Ouyang Zhenting saw the two figures in the sky, his eyes were directly fixed on Fu Qingcang. He thought Fu Qingcang was Mr. Mo. As for Mo Hai, a young man, he didn't care.
Seeing Ouyang Zhenting looking at him eagerly, Fu Qingcang shook his head helplessly.
"What are you looking at?
You are so brave, you actually spoke rudely to Mr. Mo just now, but you are lucky today, Mr. Mo did not have murderous intentions towards you, otherwise you would have been wiped out by that divine thunder just now."
Fu Qingcang jumped out and said like a loser.
As Fu Qingcang spoke, he did not continue to hide his aura.
Feeling Fu Qingcang's aura, Ouyang Zhenting's expression changed and his eyes shifted to Mo Hai.
"Are you Mr. Mo?"
Ouyang Zhenting looked at Mo Hai. Mo Hai's whole person was like a calm lake, without any ripples. If it were normal times, Ouyang Zhenting would not even take a serious look at him.
Mo Hai smiled lightly and said, "This water spirit bead is pretty good. I've accepted it. Do you still have it?"
Ouyang Zhenting almost fainted from Mo Hai's words. His tone was too crazy. How could this water spirit bead, Ouyang Zhenting's treasure at the bottom of the box, be given away to others?
"This water spirit bead is mine, why do you accept it?"
Ouyang Zhenting asked in a deep voice.
"Why?"
Mo Hai smiled, then slowly stretched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and then saw a huge phantom of fingers flicking towards Ouyang Zhenting.
Ouyang Zhenting took out a spiritual talisman and pressed it between his palms. The spiritual talisman burst out with earth-yellow light. Then Ouyang Zhenting pushed out his palms, and a huge mountain shadow formed. This spiritual talisman was not an ordinary spiritual talisman;
The Holy Level Spirit Talisman contains a magical strike of the high-level Nascent Soul Realm with earth and stone attributes. This strike is like a mountain pressing down on top, with a force of billions.
Mo Hai's finger shadow flicked on the mountain shadow. The mountain shadow collapsed directly and became invisible. His fingers continued to flick. Ouyang Zhenting only felt an unprecedented momentum suppressing him. He did not hesitate at all and hurriedly
Back.
But his retreat speed was still slow. The shadow of Mo Hai's finger was already close to him. Ouyang Zhenting could only rely on his physical body to resist. He thought that after being blocked by the holy talisman, the power of Mo Hai's finger had weakened, but when he touched it,
At that moment, Ouyang Zhenting realized that he had thought wrong.
"puff!"
Ouyang Zhenting spit out a mouthful of blood, crossed the sea surface, and then landed on the sea surface like a dead bird. The golden elixir monks from the Tianmo Sect reacted and quickly gathered around him, then helped Ouyang Zhenting stand up.
Ouyang Zhenting's face turned pale, and when he looked at Mo Hai again, there was no anger in his eyes, only fear.
If Mo Hai only strengthened him a little, he could still give it a try, but Mo Hai's strength was simply terrifying.
With just one flick, the magical power of the holy talisman was defeated directly.
You know, when Ouyang Zhenting faced Qian Huan Meiran's holy-level spiritual talismans just now, he was avoiding them and did not confront them head-on.
"Is this enough?"
Mo Hai spoke again.
Ouyang Zhenting murmured and didn't know what to say.
"Great Elder, let's retreat."
A Golden Pill cultivator from the Heavenly Demon Sect said anxiously.
Seeing that the Great Elder was treated so miserably, those in the Golden Core Realm were still self-aware. If Mr. Mo moved his finger, the Great Elder would not be able to pick it up, let alone them.