The Canghe Sect is small, located on a shallow island connecting the North Sea and the mainland. There are about a thousand people in the sect. Mo Li'er, who grew up in the Canghe Sect, is a true disciple of the sect.
For Mo Li'er, who has been cared for by his master uncle since he was a child, Canghe Sect is his home.
This catastrophe affected the entire Beihai human race, and the Canghe Sect was naturally involved. The leader of the clan, Taoist Canghe, personally led the team, and all the cultivators in the sect who had reached the foundation level were thrown into the battlefield. Even those who had just reached the foundation level were thrown into the battlefield.
In the early days, Mo Li'er, who had never seen blood at all, was sent out, holding a mid-grade spiritual weapon flying sword given by the master's uncle, to do his little bit for the Beihai human race.
For Mo Li'er, who has just turned seventeen this year, war was just a word before and had no special meaning. Only after coming here did he truly understand the meaning of the word war.
In this bloody millstone that stretches for millions of miles, Mo Li'er knew very well that the chances of him surviving were extremely slim. Now he was trying his best to kill just one or two more sea beasts.
I don't know how long it took, but when Mo Li'er's spiritual power was more than half consumed and his whole body was covered with the pungent smell of blood, he suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and his pretty blood-stained face was full of surprise.
.Just thirty feet away from him, a girl who looked to be only ** years old and still in the stage of refining her Qi was also involved in this battlefield. She was holding a light long sword with three rubbings on it.
Every time the thumb-sized golden seal is swung, a thin layer of golden gauze sword energy will spurt out. These sword energy seem to be extremely sharp. As long as they are slashed at these low-level sea monsters, no matter how tyrannical the other party is, no matter what their methods are.
Anyone who is domineering will be killed with one sword without any surprise.
"Presumably this girl, like myself, came here with the elders in the sect, right? Seeing how extraordinary the long sword in her hand is, she might be a little princess of a certain sect, but she was just involved here. I'm afraid..."
Mo Li'er secretly thought in his heart, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. It seemed that the entire Beihai human race had indeed been brought to a desperate situation. Otherwise, who would have brought such an extremely talented girl here.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but pay more attention. At a certain moment, just when Mo Li'er tried his best to kill a cuttlefish monster, he just turned around and before he could wipe off the sweat on his forehead, his expression changed drastically, "Sister, be careful.
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While shouting this sentence, Mo Li'er didn't have any thoughts to think about anything. He had already used his escape technique to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he came behind the girl and pushed Fan Miao'er out with a gentle push.
, at the same time, a sharp dark green long beak stabbed the latter's mouth fiercely.
In front of him was a strange flying fish with two wings and a long beak and sharp teeth. It was half a foot long and was surrounded by a thin layer of green light. The moment he saw this sea monster, Mo Li'er had only one thought in his mind, "
died
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Mo Li'er, the sea monster, knows that the Qing clan was born in the deep sea, and the overall strength of the clan is average. The reason is that the number is too small. Adult Qings usually have the strength of the fourth level or higher, and some Qings from the talented group are even more powerful.
Can break through the shackles of demons and reach the seventh level and upwards.
The green head in front of him has reached the sixth level of roundness, which is equivalent to the peak level of the human race's foundation building. Even if he faces it head-on, Mo Li'er thinks that he has no chance of winning. Now, under the circumstances of the opponent's sneak attack, except for death,
Mo Li'er couldn't think of the second possibility.
However, just as these thoughts flashed through the girl's mind and she was about to close her eyes and wait for death, she suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of her eye. A layer of seemingly invisible golden gauze shrouded her as if born out of thin air.
The next moment, Mo Li'er's eyes widened, and he looked around with a puzzled face: when he entered his eyes, the hundred-foot void seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold. This golden color gathered and dispersed, like yarn or mist, misty and uncertain.
Moving sideways towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, in just three breaths, he had already missed himself. At the same time, in the center of the golden gauze, there was a handsome man in his twenties, with beautiful face and pink face.
Lang Jun glanced in his direction, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
Seventeen or eighteen years old, it was the age of Dou Chukai, the young Mu Ai, coupled with his "wenyan" appearance and outstanding strength, and he saved the girl's life, Mo Li'er's pale and pretty face was surrounded by clouds, and for the first time in his heart,
A strange feeling arose.
Seeing the girl's action of rescuing Fan Miao'er just now, although it was unnecessary, it was still heart-warming. Kong Laosan gave a rare smile back, but Kong Laodao, who showed his gentle face at this moment, didn't know that he had just acted out of fear.
What kind of seeds did the complimentary response plant in the girl's heart?
"Sister, are you okay?"
Just when the girl's heart was pounding and her thoughts were swirling, a slightly confused voice interrupted Mo Li'er's thoughts.
"That person just now was..."
Mo Li'er looked at the long sword in the girl's hand, and then at the golden figure that had been shrouded in the battlefield. Worrying about gain and loss, he asked for the news he desperately wanted to know.
"That man... is my brother. My name is Fan Miao'er. What's your name? Thank you for saving me just now!"
As Fan Miaoer spoke, his eyes turned slightly on the girl's face, and his mind suddenly became clear, and a very strange look flashed across his face.
"Your brother? My name is Mo Li'er, a disciple of the Canghe Sect. Which sect do you come from?"
Mo Li'er looked at the 100-meter sea area where tens of thousands of sea monsters had been wiped out and turned into blood foam. Mixed emotions of shock, surprise, and joy appeared on his red face.
"Haha, let's wait until we survive from here to let my brother tell you this problem himself!"
Fan Miaoer laughed and held up the long sword
, and then fought towards a hundred feet away. For Fan Miaoer, who set foot on the battlefield for the first time, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but deep in his heart, there was actually a touch of bloodthirsty, even in his eyes.
, it was also stained with a light layer of blood without even realizing it.
No one noticed these abnormalities. Just as Fan Miao'er charged in again, Mo Li'er also caught up and got involved in this vast battlefield together.
At the edge of the battlefield, "Wen Yan" was wearing a green robe, walking on the sea with an expressionless face, like a god of death descending from the sky, with himself as the center, all the sea monsters within a hundred feet shrouded by golden gauze turned into a puff of feathers.
Blood mist, within half an hour, tens of thousands of low-level humans escaped death, and hundreds of thousands of monsters were slaughtered.
The image of "gentle words" is widely circulated among these low-level disciples of Beihai.
This killing efficiency, which can be called a grinding machine, successfully attracted the attention of some demon kings. However, when a ninth-level demon king from the crystal light demon loach clan and two seventh-level demon kings from the purple sea loach clan took action together, they wanted to
After trying to capture "Wen Yan", but was killed by the opponent within half an hour, above the void, only existing on the battlefield of the Yuanying Ancestor, a green and red paw print suddenly fell from the sky, pointing straight towards
Coming in the direction of "warm words".
The giant claw grabbed the air and rolled down. At the same time, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered crazily. In the blink of an eye, it had become more than thirty feet long. The green and red colors on it were intertwined with each other, like a dyed curtain. There was no pattern at all, and it just pressed down horizontally.
Kong Laosan's powerful aura made Kong Laosan's eyes narrow. Holding it in his palm, the Jin Yan Sword Formation that originally stretched for more than a hundred feet condensed into the same size as the paw print. He pushed forward gently and faced it.
At this moment, countless sea tribesmen fled towards the surroundings like they were fleeing for safety. However, both the giant claws and the sword array were extremely fast, and they were connected together in the blink of an eye.
"Zizzizi..."
An extremely harsh sound, like a strange sound like gold and iron scraping across glass, came from the junction of the two. At the same time, intense spiritual energy surged into mist, rapidly spreading towards the surroundings.
No one expected that the merging pill demon ancestor condensed out, and the powerful green and red giant claws could only support half a cup of tea. With the green and red colors on it, it collapsed directly.
It came and turned into a huge rolling wave, pressing hard towards the surroundings. In a short time, countless people and the creatures of the two demon clans were wiped out and destroyed into ashes.
In the void, the golden sword formation clanked, and inside, seven small purple gold swords roared, as if cheering.
This performance seemed to anger a certain Melting Pill Demon Ancestor above the void. With a cold snort that sounded like thunder, a three-foot-sized and extremely solid blue-red dragon claw fell from the sky again. At the same time, one after another,
From the sky to the sea, the dragon's tail shadow, which is a hundred feet long, is swinging in the direction of "Wen Yan". Before it gets close, the terrifying power contained in it has already set off a huge wave of ten feet!