Mo Junrong was nervous in his heart, but then the state of dimming his vision was fleeting, and there must have been a very strange halo on the man in front of him.

The halo was faintly yellowish-white, and the hazy glow seemed to dissipate at any time, very much like the aura light emitted by a cultivator in the early stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.

Mo Junrong knew that there must be something wrong with this hazy halo, and the man was definitely not such a low realm as the condensation realm.

But at this time, he had no way to retreat, and the dragon's sword move was about to touch the opponent, and he had to defeat the enemy with one move.

Three feet, two feet, and one foot, just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the man's hair, the man had already deflected the fishing rod in his hand slightly and bumped into the side of the long sword.

"Definitely!"

The middle-aged man read out another word, and at the same time, Mo Junrong felt a very strange force, coming from the intersection of the fishing rod and the long sword, and quickly spreading upward.

The scene in his field of vision quickly blurred and disappeared, and in a trance, he saw a dark night sky.

Countless stars twinkled in the night sky, slowly shining on the waterfall-like starlight, coating the darkness with a cool color.

Suddenly, these starlights turned into indestructible chains, firmly binding Mo Junrong, unable to move even a finger.

The illusion in the field of vision quickly fades, and normal things reappear.

What, I was actually fixed in mid-air.

The sword in his hand was still aimed at the top of the middle-aged man's head, but it remained in place and could not continue downward.

Mo Junrong found that his body seemed to be frozen by this strange spell, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

No, my own dragon kowtow, there should be a fog dragon gathered by the power of heaven and earth, how can he be fixed, but the fog dragon did not crash down.

Mo Junrong immediately sensed it carefully, and found that there was still a large amount of flame and metal heaven and earth power behind him, which proved that the fog dragon still existed.

It's just that the fog dragon condensed by this dragon's kowtow sword move was also frozen in mid-air like Mo Junrong himself.

What kind of spell is this, is it some kind of immobilization?

But this fixation technique is too strong, and it can actually firmly fix himself in the second turn of the Void God Realm, and it can also fix the power of heaven and earth in sword moves.

Wait, there's something wrong with this fixation spell, it's definitely not a simple fixation spell.

Mo Junrong found that the qi in his body was not affected, his muscles could twitch freely, and there was no abnormality in the meridian acupuncture points.

There is indeed a fixation technique on the Cloud Sleeve Continent, but that kind of spell is very rare, and the principle of action is not the same.

Mo Junrong had read from the texts of the Wen Sword Sect that the principle of action of the immobilization technique was to disrupt the flow of qi and muscle control through spells.

Let the person who has been immobilized stop his movements because he cannot control his body.

But now the effect of this immobilization is different, and what restricts oneself is an indescribable force.

This force is constantly suppressing itself, as if it has built a cage and locked itself in it.

And the solidity of this cage is unimaginable, Mo Junrong released his qi several times to break the cage, but after the qi hit the surface of the skin, he couldn't go any further.

What kind of power is it, it actually has such an effect, and the sense of grandeur hidden in it is even beyond the mountains and rivers.

That magnificent and splendid majesty is by no means beyond the possession of heaven and earth.

How powerful is a person with this kind of power, I'm afraid it is a hundred times stronger than the Sect Master of the Wen Sword Sect, Blade Hua.

It is enough to die at the hands of such a master.

Mo Junrong waited for the middle-aged man to kill him, but after a while, he didn't see the other party make a move.

He wondered what this incomparably powerful cultivator wanted to do, just to freeze himself in the air like this, could it be purely for fun.

Just as he was thinking, the man pressed down on his old fishing rod. Hearing only a bang, the sword move fog dragon fixed in mid-air was directly crushed by a round of yellow-white hazy halo.

The power of heaven and earth contained in the fog dragon frantically manifested into raging flames and surging molten iron, but it could not break out of the enveloping range of the hazy halo.

In the end, like extinguishing burning charcoal, the flame and molten iron were directly squeezed into irregular iron lumps, which fell to the ground in a semi-molten state.

The grass on the ground was quickly scorched and ignited by the heat, creating a circle of mud with a diameter of half a zhang.

And Mo Junrong was thrown to the ground and fell out of a pit, but the restraints on his body were lifted.

Mo Junrong rubbed his back and sat up from the pit, raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, and by the way, moved his limbs and gathered his strength to stop exercising.

After such a fall just now, he already understood that the middle-aged man in front of him didn't want to take his life.

Since he didn't want to kill himself, he took the initiative to provoke himself to attack.

The only explanation is that this man wants to see his strength and take a deterrent action.

Thinking of this, Mo Junrong was much bolder, took the long sword back to the sword lattice behind his back, stood up and bowed to the other party.

"I don't know what the seniors are called, what are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man put away his previous bland and indifferent look, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

He picked up the bamboo hat on the ground, slowly rolled the line on the fishing rod, and asked, "How do you know that I have something to do with you?"

"The cultivation of my predecessors is far higher than mine, even beyond what I can imagine.

I was fixed in mid-air just now, and if my predecessors wanted to take my life, I would have died a hundred times.

What's more, when my senior threw me to the ground, he didn't make a heavy hand to ensure that I wouldn't get hurt.

Such an obvious expression, how can I not understand it, I must still have the value of existence in the eyes of my predecessors. ”

After listening to Mo Junrong's answer, the middle-aged man clapped his hands with a fishing rod, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, it's really good, Mo Junrong, you are indeed a talent. ”

The smile on the man's face immediately closed, and turned into a serious expression: "Let me introduce myself, I am the Left Palm Star Officer of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, and I came here this time to invite you to join the Heavenly Mandate Palace and become a disciple of the Heavenly Mandate Palace." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Junrong was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to be happy.

He didn't understand that the Heavenly Mandate Palace was the head of the ten major sects, and it was also the most powerful sect on the Cloud Sleeve Continent.

As a cultivator with such a bad reputation, who was known by many people to collude with evil cultivators and murder the disciples of various sects and sects, he actually received an invitation from the Heavenly Mandate Palace today.

It's not a dream, but it's definitely not normal either.

This man calls himself the Left Palm Star Officer of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, which sounds like a big position, at least similar to the sect elder.

There must be a reason why such a person actually came to invite him personally, and it was definitely not a nonsense like fancy his cultivation talent.

Mo Junrong stood for a long time, making sure that the man's brain in front of him was not broken.