There was no earth-shattering sound, nor was there a massive attack. There was only a beam of light, a beam of white light that rushed out from the killing blade and slashed towards Yin Tianyou and the two.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the sky seemed to be dark at this moment, and there was only this beam of white light in everyone's eyes. It was not cutting at people's bodies, but at people's souls.
While Yin Tianyou was stunned, this dazzling white light passed through the Xuanwu shield condensed in the fifth of his eight golden shield changes without any obstruction, and struck between his eyebrows.
"He Fangxiao, a young man, actually killed people in front of me." Suddenly a cold shout of disdain came into Mo Han's mind. An old man in black somehow broke through the protective formation of the ring, rushed to the ring very quickly, and grabbed Yin.
One of Tianyou's arms flew back.
Mo Han lost consciousness for a moment when the old man gave him a cold drink. This was a sign that his soul was shaken by the other party's spiritual consciousness. However, with Mo Han's spiritual consciousness now comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage, it only took a moment. He came back to his senses.
Mo Han, with sinister eyes, glanced at the old man's leaving figure, held the killing blade with both hands and pulled it down hard.
There was a cracking sound, like the sound of ice breaking, and also like the sound of a soul shattering. I saw the beam of white light inserted into Nangong Xiong's forehead, but there were no wounds and no blood flowing out. There was only a transparent little person,
He kept struggling in the white light, trying to get out of the beam and return to his original place.
"Saving people in one life will lead to eternal destruction. Go back!" Mo Han's immature voice carried a murmur that did not belong to this world, like Yama demanding life, taking away Nangong Xiong's last chance of life.
"Xiong'er!" When the beam of white light completely dissipated, Nangong Li finally let out a heart-rending shout. Everyone in the arena breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and their whole body was filled with excitement.
They suffered a lot of collapse, and a few people with low cultivation levels even sat down on the ground, their faces pale and dripping with sweat.
Nangong Li's eyes were red, and he looked much older instantly. It seemed that Mo Han not only took away Nangong Xiong's life, but also took away everything about him. But now he did not dare to act rashly, because the defensive formations on the stage were still there.
Mo Han's thin body was upright, and although his face was a little red, his hands holding the killing blade were still so steady. A faint white light flashed regularly on the killing blade, leaving no doubt that it would have one more strike, or even another blow.
one strike.
"What? Has General Nangong, one of the dignified military ministers of Xuanye Kingdom, forgotten what he just said? Or is it a fart from General Nangong that life and death are destiny and wealth is in the sky?" Sha Yuwei this time
He didn't play with the formation on his fingertips, but walked forward as if intentionally or unintentionally, and happened to stand on the road leading to the ring from Nangong Li.
Nangong Li was deeply saddened by the loss of his beloved son, but he did not lose his mind. He did not even say harsh words. He looked at Sha Yuwei who wanted to protect Mo Han with all his strength, and behind Sha Yuwei Mo Han looked at him indifferently.
His eyes seemed to return to the moment just now. The pure white light rushed out, passed through everything, and shined into the soul.
He was trembling all over and didn't dare to take action. After all, he was now the head of the Nangong family. Once he took action, he might be greeted by Sha Yuwei's full attack and Mo Han's weird white light. By then, he would have lost more than one person.
Son, but the entire Nangong family.
"Naturally, let's go." Nangong Li raised his head and glanced at Mo Han, seeming to have Mo Han's figure engraved in his heart, and dragged his tired body away slowly.
It wasn't until Nangong Li's back disappeared from sight that Sha Yuwei turned to look in the direction where the old man Yin Tianyou had been rescued and left on the ring. She cupped her fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Yin, for showing mercy."
"Sha girl, you don't need to block my mouth with words. Since he can take one of my tricks and not die, it proves that his life should not be cut off, and I will not force him. Although You'er was a little reckless before, I guess
The royal family of the Night Kingdom keeps their word and will abide by the previous agreement. However, whether he can keep the killing blade depends on whether he survives the Tianlong Tournament five years later."
Half an hour later, after it was confirmed that the person who rescued Yin Tianyou had really left, Sha Yuwei's tense nerves relaxed. Mo Han on the ring was also mentally exhausted, so after receiving Sha Yuwei's affirmative reply, he could no longer
Unable to hold on, he fell straight on top.
"You guys go back to the Magic City Academy first. Xiao Han is mentally exhausted and is not suitable for long journeys. I will take him back when he is almost recovered." Sha Yuwei called Qi Ling and the others to her side. After speaking softly, she hugged him.
After getting up, Mo Han walked towards the depths of the primeval forest.
The three of Qi Ling looked at each other and naturally saw the worries in their hearts. The Tianlong Competition is a grand event held every twenty years on the Dead Leaf Continent. As long as the cultivation level has not reached the Nascent Soul stage, no matter where they belong to
All forces can participate.
Casual cultivators without a good background take the Tianlong Competition as an opportunity to leap over the dragon gate. As long as they rank at the top, they will not only receive generous rewards, but also win the favor of major forces.
Small and medium-sized forces or aristocratic families continue to show off everything they have in the Tianlong Competition. One is to intimidate the same forces, and the other is to hope that their own children will be taken in as apprentices by an old monster from a big force, so as to protect themselves at the critical moment.
Home.
As for the Magic City and the nine major forces in the Tianlong Competition, they are here to obtain the golden elixir for overcoming disasters in the secret realm, and at the same time to train their own children.
"Little fat man, you said that Mo Han is only at the early stage of foundation building now. Will he be able to reach the late stage of Golden Core in five years? If he can't reach the late stage of Golden Core, then it won't be very dangerous for him to participate in the Tianlong Competition." Xiao Ningla
Holding Wei Su's arm, his face was full of worry.
Wei Su, the always lively little fat boy, also had a sad face at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Okay, let's go back to the academy quickly. The three of us will have to participate in the Tianlong Competition five years later, but with our current cultivation level, even if we have the ancestor's amulet, we may not be able to come back intact, let alone have
Good harvest. Instead of worrying here, it is better to go back and practice hard, and then the four of us can help each other." Qi Ling walked at the front, holding a breath in his heart, and said without looking back.
He knew why Sha Yuwei didn't bring Mo Han back to the Demon City Academy. He also knew who the old man was who rescued Yin Tianyou. He also knew that if Mo Han returned to the Demon City with them, there would be many obstacles along the way. He hated himself.
Why was his cultivation level so low? He hated that he couldn't help his best brother at the critical moment. He hated himself, so he held his breath. He wanted to practice hard and never let such a thing happen again in the future.
Sha Yuwei placed Mo Han next to a stream, then cut down the nearby trees and built a small wooden house. She also arranged a magic three-in-one attack and defense formation around it, and then took it out of her arms.
He took out a pill and fed it into Mo Han's mouth.
The elixir melted in the mouth and instantly turned into a warm current flowing through the body. Although Mo Han was unconscious, his instinct was still there, constantly absorbing the power of the elixir and restoring the mana in his body.
Half an hour passed, the effect of the elixir wore off, and all the mana in Mo Han's body was restored. Sha Yuwei took out another elixir from her arms and stuffed it into Mo Han's mouth.
This elixir also melted in the mouth, but instead of turning into a warm current flowing through Mo Han's body, it turned into a huge spiritual power that rushed straight into Mo Han's mind.
Mo Han groaned and woke up from coma. Before he opened his eyes, Sha Yuwei's voice came into his mind: "Your mental power was exhausted before. The pill just now was specially designed to restore your mental power. You
Hurry up and take some rest."
Mo Han, who had a splitting headache, listened to Sha Yuwei's words and knew the reason, so he didn't waste any time, sat up cross-legged, and quickly started to chant the Dream Heart Sutra.
As soon as the technique of the Dameng Heart Sutra started operating according to the established context, the huge medicinal power that had been rushing directly into Mo Han's mind immediately became milder and was quickly absorbed by Mo Han.
Most of the day passed, and Mo Han finally woke up from practicing.
"Sister Yuwei, I'm fine." Mo Han stood obediently behind Sha Yuwei with his hands behind his back.
Sha Yuwei's back looked a little desolate and lonely as she looked into the distance. The wind blew her long hair into chaos: "You possess a peerless ferocious blade and a heavy treasure, the Tai Chi Mysterious Magnet. You are also one of the root causes of this beast tide."
Everyone outside is eyeing you, you decide for yourself whether you want to stay here or follow me back to the Demon City."
"But in the Tianlong Competition five years later, if you want to keep the killing blade and save your own life, then your cultivation level must reach at least the middle stage of the Golden Core. Otherwise, the Tianlong Competition five years later will be yours.
Death date."
"Sister Yuwei, has that old immortal not left yet?" Mo Han looked in the direction of Xuan Ye Kingdom with a cold gaze.
"Whether he leaves or not, he won't even think of hurting you at all as long as I'm here, but you can't always live under my protection." Sha Yuwei's seemingly plain words contained her decisiveness and determination.
Mo Han is not a timid person, nor is he a kind-hearted person who can be bullied. On the contrary, Mo Han is a wolf, a lone wolf without a family or a group. He soon made a decision: "Yu"
Sister Wei, I want to stay here. Just now Xiao Hei told me that something is calling him here and he needs that thing, so I decided to take him to find it."
Sha Yuwei turned around and looked at Mo Han's shoulders with her two big eyes, as if she could see the puppy lying on Mo Han's shoulders with its legs crossed: "That's right, it was just born and it's still..."
It doesn’t have much power. If you want to grow quickly, you can only stay on the territory of this demon clan so that it can help you in the future. However, it is not only the sacred beast of the demon clan, but also an auspicious beast in the eyes of some people.”
"Okay, I'm leaving." Sha Yuwei stretched out her hand and rubbed the puppy's head on Mo Han's shoulder a few times, suddenly laughed happily, turned and left, leaving the little black dog with a horrified look on his face.