Facing thirteen ancient beasts and a mysterious child whose strength was completely unknown but not as fast as a mortal, she still mobilized her spiritual power all over her body, almost maximizing the energy in her body, and was always ready to break through this layer of defense.
Mu Lingbo was dressed in crimson sequoia trees, and his whole body was shrouded in brilliant light.
"It turns out that you are also of ancient blood." The child still had no expression on his face, and there was no surprise in his tone for this unexpected sentence, "But I'm sorry, I still can't let you break into the Martial Arts Temple at this time."
"Kid, be smart and get out of the way! I won't trade him with you for such a little spiritual creature." Mu Lingbo's eyes were cold and firm, and he had no intention of backing down no matter what he faced.
The Qilin, whose name was called Pojun, let out another roar that could cause turmoil for miles around, and took a few steps to stand at the front, ready to fight.
The fluttering beard and coat are integrated with the flames, and the whole body is fiery red, revealing the power of the mythical beast.
"嘤——" Not to be outdone, the thousand-year-old raccoon dog screamed again. It is not good at fighting, but who is more afraid of it than screaming!
Yuan Wu and Ye Beiling finally had the foresight to protect their bodies in advance this time, and they were able to calm themselves down after the thousand-year-old raccoon dog's long series of cries and howls, so that they would not fall to the ground like last time.
"Hmph!" Mu Xiaobao walked with the thousand-year-old raccoon dog in the wind and stood beside Mu Lingbo. "Anyone who touches my mother will die. Even if you are just children, Xiaobao will not let her go!"
The child's voice was loud and clear, and the lucky Mu Xiaobao even brought pressure from the air.
Po Jun and the other Qilins were startled. The sound seemed to come from the inherent oppression in their bloodline, making them unable to resist. Po Jun, who had originally planned to take action, stopped at a loss.
A deep sigh finally appeared in the child's expression, and he looked at the bewildered unicorns, "The bloodline has awakened, you are now free."
No one understands what this sentence means, not even these mythical beasts who are still ignorant of worldly affairs.
They have only known how to protect this martial arts temple that no one has ever visited. As for what freedom is, they have no idea.
"What on earth are you talking about? Stop pretending!" Mu Lingbo instinctively felt a little panicked, but for some reason, her intuition told herself that Mo Jiuling must be fine.
I think of the rumors I heard from Bai Emperor when I was in the Immortal Valley.
The Lord of Yongxi City in Shenglin City changed his attitude towards this proud young son overnight, and did not hesitate to imprison him in the Red Lotus Water Prison just because of that almost absurd suspicion.
For hundreds of years, the Cangyao dynasty has worshiped the Shura Martial God as its supreme believer. Once a true descendant of the Martial God appears, all Cangyao people will surely surrender.
There were rumors that Shenglin City was suppressed, and the real secret behind the city lord's vow to drive Mo Jiuling into the abyss was because he was most likely a descendant of the Martial God's bloodline.
It's really interesting that this thing is actually true, but Mo Jiuling has always shown that he is a person who does not believe in legends and gods.
The child lowered his eyes for a moment, but did not immediately answer Mu Lingbo's words. He just looked at Po Jun calmly, as if looking at his own child, "Take them away, you can't take action against him."
Divine Beast Pojun was stunned for a moment, "What about you? Isn't our mission to protect the Martial Arts Temple? If we can't take action, we can defend until the end!"
