"Exhale~inhale~exhale~inhale~"

The wound is no longer bleeding, and the recovery ability of the mind power and the 'High Dragon Clan' bloodline is several times that of ordinary people, and the external injuries all over Mo Ye's body have healed and scabbed, and the damage to the internal organs of his body has almost regrown, and only the injuries on the meridians still need a long time of warmth to heal.

But Mo Ye didn't have time anymore.

He had been sitting in the third level of the 'Heavenly Realm' for twenty-four hours, or eight hours when converted to the outside world.

Eight hours, every minute and every second is enough to teach Zhuge Mo to look forward to it.

"Pay 500 points to repair the meridians. ”

Anyway, he took care of most of the injuries on his body, and those that were not handled well were forcibly hidden as secret injuries, and now if he only repaired the meridians, he was no longer worth a few dollars in the evaluation of the Holy Scriptures, so Mo Xie paid for it quickly.

"Deduct 500 points and complete the exchange! 16,500 points for the current one!"

The voice of the "Holy Scripture" announced coldly, a soft white pillar of light covered Mo Ye's body, Mo Ye's consciousness was blurred for a second, and he vaguely heard a "miser" evaluation.

He's not stingy, he's poor. In the past, I didn't know tomorrow's food and clothing, but now I don't know tomorrow's life and death.

He must leave enough money to survive, especially against a profiteer who is extremely fond of adjusting prices according to changes in market supply and demand.

"Whew!"

With the recovery of the meridians, the internal qi circulation of the body was unimpeded, and a faint white flame ignited on Mo Ye's body.

"Up!"

Without any preparations, Mo Xie turned into a streamer and rushed into the pillar of light that was cast from the fourth layer.

"Kill!"

Without any pre-battle communication, the many angels in the fourth layer sent out various attacks to attack Mo Xie as soon as he teleported, and all kinds of light submerged Mo Xie entirely. Compared with the basically brainless miscellaneous soldiers in the first three layers, the angels in the fourth layer already know how to use rudimentary tactics to take the lead.

The baptism of the light bomb lasted for more than ten minutes, and when the effects of various light pollution faded, it was revealed that it was unscathed.

Since the white flames on his body are ignited, it means that Mo Ye has entered the 'Concussion Sword' mode, and he can directly ignore most of the attack methods, and ......

"Huh!"

Mo Ye's figure standing in the landing point of the numerous light bombardments gradually became blurred.

"It's an afterimage!"

"Damn it!"

The miscellaneous soldiers in the fourth layer are also eight-winged angels, and their intelligence is not the same as that of the angels in the previous levels, and they quickly looked around the moment they saw the afterimage, but before they could catch Mo Ye's traces on their own, Mo Ye, who had already exchanged hands with the four-layer guard BOOS Ten-winged Angel in the sky, revealed his whereabouts on his own with a powerful sound effect.

"Snort!sss

Relying on the characteristics of the 'Concussion Sword' state, Mo Ye ignored the various long-range means of the Ten-Winged Angel and directly stuck to his face, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal with every move, as if he had infinite energy. The ten-winged angel's IQ was greatly sealed in the BOSS state, and all kinds of combat skills were all out of instinct, and for a while, it was under Mo Ye's crazy attack that he retreated again and again, and after a while, he retreated into a black spot in the eyes of many eight-winged angels.

Embarrassed.

Any opponent who let Mo Xie come up with this style of play would be so embarrassed, but despite the embarrassment, the ten-winged angel is a ten-winged angel after all, far beyond the existence of the Yuan Infant Realm monk, under Mo Ye's crazy attack, he simply took it all and did not let himself be injured even the slightest.

The speed of the ten-winged angel's instinctive reaction can almost catch up with the speed of Mo Xie's full explosion, although it is suppressed, it is only because Mo Ye's routines are one after another, such as the flow of clouds and flowing water.

Mo Ye was clearly aware of this, so after a ruthless heart suddenly burst out with half of the power in his body and blasted the ten-winged angel away, Mo Ye quickly broke away from the fourth layer of the 'Heavenly Realm'.

"Smack!"

Mo Xie appeared in the outside world first, and then snapped his fingers and returned to the third layer of the 'Heavenly Realm'.

"Whew!" Without saying a word, he began to quickly adjust his internal breath and return qi, and after about ten minutes, he recovered his internal qi to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

"Come again!"

Mo Xie stepped forward and rushed into the fourth layer again.

In the rules of the 'Heavenly Realm', the peculiar time flow rate is the reward for Mo Xie after clearing the level, so the time flow rate in the fourth layer is only the same as that of the outside world, and the time flow rate in the third layer is three times that of the outside world. In this way, Mo Xie regained his qi in the third layer for ten minutes, while the angels in the fourth layer only rested for about three minutes.

"Smack!"

After catching the ten-winged angel and frantically outputting it again, Mo Xie broke away from the fourth layer again, regained his breath, and then went to find the ten-winged angel again...... After more than ten cycles like this, Mo Xie himself was tired, and he couldn't help pouring various medicines into his mouth during the recovery period. The Ten-Winged Angel was even more unbearable, and wounds had already begun to appear on his body—this was the result of Mo Xie's previous battle.

"Damn, outsider, who are you?"

The ten-winged angel looked at Mo Ye, who had appeared in front of him N many times, he covered his injuries with one hand, and with the other hand, he used the majestic light power to block the sword styles that Mo Ye swung out one by one, he already seemed a little stumbling and overwhelmed, based on the situation in front of him, Mo Ye estimated that he could kill him a few more times.

"Whew!"

The prospect is very good, and at the moment, compared to the panic and injury of the ten-winged angel, Mo Ye is in a strong position on the surface and is intact, but in fact, the N dark wounds in his body are already about to move and faintly painful, so he is not in the mood and there is no need to answer the question of the ten-winged angel, if he must answer, it is also to take advantage of the distraction of the ten-winged angel to swing a few swords.

"Poof!"

The Ten-winged Angel suddenly had a few more wounds on his body.

"Ahh

"Smack!"

Detachment, recovery, re-entry. Stagger the sharpness of the Deca-winged Angel, shoot a shot, rest, and change places. Since the wounds on the Ten Winged Angel's body began to appear, Mo Xie changed his tactics again, he accelerated the frequency of detachment, reduced the number of recoveries, and re-entered the detachment and was beaten by him into a lightning riot disturbance.

Two hours later......

"Woo......!"

The wings behind the Decadus were no longer worthy of their name, most of them had been torn off in the fierce and treacherous battle, the armor on their bodies was even more shattered, and the bloody sword marks like performance art made him look like a demon coming down from the Hellsword Mountain.

He couldn't fly, he couldn't even stand up. Now he knelt on one knee in a pool of blood made of his blood, and struggled to look up at the executioner with the butcher's knife in front of him.

"Don't ...... Stop it...... I...... I surrender!

The Decaphim's eyes were filled with fear.