"Yes, whatever Lord Medog says is whatever he says!"
Yi Gu also had some resentment in his heart. The two powerful men in this majestic Ten Thousand Demonic Forest could not keep a ninth-level human immortal, and could only get angry at their own people. This was too ungraceful.
"Yi Gu, are you blaming me?"
Hearing Yigu's seemingly respectful words, Motuo narrowed his eyes. The words that came out of his mouth made the former tremble slightly and his head buried lower, but the light of jealousy in his eyes became more and more intense.
A bit richer.
"My subordinates dare not!"
Naturally, Yigu did not dare to openly offend this powerful man from the Ten Thousand Demons Forest, but this answer obviously did not satisfy Motuo. A trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes.
Motuo was already upset today. He didn't expect that even an ant of the eighth-level immortal would dare to look down on him. He felt that he had to establish his authority in order to regain his own dignity.
"Don't you dare? If you say that, you have resentment in your heart, but you don't dare to show it because you are not strong enough?"
Motuo stared coldly at the eighth-level immortal spirit in front of him. The words he said made many of the onlookers have strange expressions on their faces. They secretly thought that Ying Gu was going to be angered by this powerful man from the Ten Thousand Demons Forest.
Already.
"Lord Motuo, it was a subordinate who made a mistake. Please forgive me!"
Ying Gu also obviously felt the extreme oppression. Even though Motuo was seriously injured and had not recovered, he was still a strong man in the demigod realm, which Ying Gu could not compete with.
"Since you are an ant, you must have the consciousness of an ant. Yigugu, if you still have a chance to develop spiritual wisdom, you must remember to be careful in your words and deeds!"
Since Motuo had already had murderous intentions, he would no longer care about Ying Gu's arrogant attitude and his respectful attitude. After hearing his words, Ying Gu's face suddenly changed, and his figure also moved suddenly at this moment.
Whoosh!
The speed of Ying Gu, the eighth-level Immortal Lord, was not bad, but Motuo's movements were undoubtedly faster. Black mist was seen rising up, and Ying Gu was instantly wrapped in it.
"ah!"
A scream that resounded through the sky reached the ears of many alien spirits, making them all feel a little creeped out. At the same time, they silently mourned for the Yi Valley in their hearts.
It's not good for you to provoke anyone. You have to provoke Medog who is in a state of collapse, but he is still a super strong man in the demigod state. Isn't this looking for death?
Many foreign spirits at this moment have undoubtedly forgotten that Ying Gu just wanted to report the situation in the outer camp, not that he had any intention of provoking Medog.
This is the spirit tribe's subconscious obedience to the absolute authority of the strong. No matter how reasonable you are, you cannot easily provoke the superiors. This is very different from the human race.
Therefore, when the screams in Yinggu stopped abruptly and the mist dissipated and only one spiritual crystal remained, no one thought there was anything wrong with this, and many strange spirits thought it was natural.
It's a pity that Yigu just thought that he was very lucky, and he was able to escape from the hands of the human evil god Xingchen, but he didn't expect that happiness would lead to sorrow, and he died in the hands of a powerful spirit race. It has to be said that it is sad.
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On the other hand, Motuo, who killed Ying Gu, did not even look at the Ying Gu spiritual crystal that fell to the ground. It seemed that after killing Ying Gu, his mood finally became a little better.
boom!
Just after Mo Tuo vented his feelings and felt better, somewhere above the sky, a majestic energy wave suddenly came, followed by a black figure, and finally stood up slowly in the air. It was Mo, the strong man of Ten Thousand Demons Forest.
territory.
At this moment, Mo Jiang just glanced at the changes over there and felt the relief in his body that was like mercury pouring to the ground. He knew that the alien energy in his body had finally been resolved by himself.
To be honest, for a while just now, Mo Jiang had some doubts about whether he could resolve that kind of power, which made his fear of Yun Xiao reach an extreme.
A human monster whose cultivation level is only at the ninth-grade Immortal Lord level and can threaten the real first-grade God Emperor. If you think about it with your toes, you can think that he will definitely be the spiritual clan's great enemy in the future.
Therefore, both publicly and privately, Mojiang would not let go of the human young man named Yun Xiao, even though more than half a day had passed since Yun Xiao left Shifang City.
call out!
Mo Jiang raised his hand, and a black mist suddenly appeared. Then under his gaze, it transformed into a small arrow, and the direction pointed by the tip of the arrow was clearly northwest.
"He is indeed a cunning boy!"
Looking at the direction pointed by the arrow, Mo Jiang couldn't help but sneered, secretly glad that he had used some unintentional back-up tactics, otherwise he would have really let that unfaithful human kid escape.
It's obvious that this is a special secret technique to guide the direction. The direction pointed by the arrow is where Yun Xiao is. Mo Jiang must have done some tricks on Yun Xiao's body.
"Huh?"
However, just when Mo Jiang was confident, the black fog arrow in front of him changed again. The original pointed arrow turned into a bald spot.
And the next moment, the mist that turned into an iron rod started spinning like a headless fly that couldn't stop for a while.
"That boy does have some skills, he can actually cover up the aura of the fog seal!"
Looking at the black fog stick spinning around, Mo Jiang naturally knew what was going on. It was obvious that he had lost the sense of the fog seal.
It was just spinning around, but the fog stick did not dissipate and spread away, indicating that the fog mark should still be on Yun Xiao's body, but it was covered up by an unknown method.
Fortunately, the stick of black mist had already pointed in a direction before, so Mo Jiang felt that his luck was pretty good, and he was secretly glad that he was able to resolve it in time.
"Medog, I will leave the mess of Shifang City to you!"
Before Mo Jiang set off to pursue Yun Xiao, he shouted loudly at Motuo over there, then glanced at a certain spiritual crystal with intent, and turned to the northwest without looking back.
Sweeping direction.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Jiang's figure had disappeared into the sky outside Shifang City, making all the Shifang City foreign spirits breath a sigh of relief.
Even if a powerful man who is a first-grade God Emperor is not targeting them, even if he is just sitting there, it makes them a little breathless. It is a kind of pressure that comes from the bottom of their bones.
Motuo naturally knew what Mo Jiang meant when he left.
That was to tell him not to be as bloodthirsty as before. If he really wanted to kill all the strange spirits in Shifang City, he might be in trouble after returning to the Ten Thousand Demons Forest.
To be honest, at that moment, after Motuo powerfully killed Yingu, there was a moment when he wanted to kill all the spirits in Shifang City.
Today's battle is simply a great shame and humiliation for Medog. If these spiritual ants are allowed to spread, it will be an invisible smear on his image.
A ruthless foreign spirit like Medog would not really care about the lives of these foreign spirit ants. In order to protect his reputation, it is not impossible to kill all the foreign spirits in a city.
But with Mo Jiang's words before leaving, Motuo gave up such thoughts. After all, this is the War Spirit Plains, not the hinterland of the alien spirits. Massacre of the city without authorization will inevitably lead to severe punishment from the powerful alien spirits.
Human beings have potential rules in the War Spirit Plains, and so do the supernatural spirits. Although Motuo comes from the Ten Thousand Demons Forest, this War Spirit Plains is not under the control of the Ten Thousand Demons Forest. If the time comes, it will cause a lot of embarrassment, but the gain will not be worth the loss.
Some people with keen minds felt the murderous aura disappearing from Mo Tuo's body and breathed a sigh of relief again.
They were all somewhat fortunate that the seemingly unintentional words of the first-grade God Emperor Mo Jiang undoubtedly saved the lives of all their alien spirits.
Since Medog cannot kill all the foreign spirits in Shifang City, he can only clean up the mess in Shifang City as Mo Jiang said. This will undoubtedly give Metuo a headache.
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Shifang City, northwest!
This place is very far away from Shifang City, and it still looks like a plain. But if someone looks closely, they will find a vague figure somewhere.
"Xiaolong, can't this thing really erase it completely?"
Yun Xiao turned his head and looked at the cute child beside him with some helplessness. Then he turned his attention to the black mark on the back of his right hand, looking a little irritated.
After more than half a day, Yun Xiao escaped a very far distance, and turned to the northwest. It was very different from the route he took before escaping from the west of Shifang City.
Not long after leaving Shifang City, the Nine Dragons bloodline and the power of the ancestral veins in Yun Xiao's body dissipated together. Along with his soul power, he was also depleted, and he instantly fell into an extremely weak state.
Fortunately, there is a little dragon that attracts the dragon tree spirit among Yun Xiao's waist. Under such circumstances, even if the little dragon has just broken through to the eighth-level immortal, he can only be called out by Yun Xiao to protect him.
Responsible.
On the way to escape, a sixth-level immortal's supernatural being sensed Yun Xiao's weak state and wanted to take advantage of it. In the end, he was slapped to pieces by Xiaolong's chubby little hand. It has to be said that it was a different kind of bad luck.
But as time went by, Yun Xiao finally discovered something was wrong. Finally, with the help of Xiaolong, the black mist mark on the back of his hand was revealed. It was obviously not his own.
Until that time, Yun Xiao realized that his move from due west to northwest seemed to be a useless effort, so he could only stop temporarily and think about how to clear the black fog mark.
There was nothing Yun Xiao could do. With both energy and soul exhausted, he could only sit on the ground and gasp for air. All his hopes were pinned on Xiaolong.
What makes Yun Xiao a little disappointed is that Xiaolong, an eighth-level immortal, has some strange and powerful methods, but he is still unable to remove the black fog mark. In the end, he can only barely cover up its aura, which is better than nothing.
Already.
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