In Zhuyu Village, in the small earthen wall courtyard of Gong Mo Yi's house, helping Gong Mo Qingyun, Han Youya and Tian Xiuhua to change back to the original middle-aged appearance, Gong Mo Yi exhaled softly.

At the end of the palace, Qingyun, Han Youya, and Tian Xiuhua all glanced at each other. There was a hint of a smile in their eyes.

Gong Mo Yi coughed lightly, gathered everyone's eyes, and there was a faint smile on his round little face: "Father and mother, Aunt Tian, Wang Yi, Lin Yun, let's start preparing to go to the Tianlong Mountain Range."

Gong Mo Qingyun, Han Youya, Tian Xiuhua and Lin Yun, Wang Yi all nodded one after another, Gong Mo Yi had already told them about this before, so everyone was mentally prepared, but Wang Yi's expression was still a little hesitant.

When the five of them saw Wang Yi's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, they all looked at Wang Yi suspiciously, or did Gong Moyi speak first and asked, "What's wrong Wang Yi?"

"Sister Yi, I want to say a word to my father and mother." Wang Yi saw Gong Moyi open his mouth to ask, and he didn't hide it, his black eyes looked at Gong Moyi, and he said with a serious face.

"Oh, I see, yes. You go first. Gong Mo Yi's round little face smiled, and he agreed gently.

"Sister Yi, I'll go first!" Wang Yi showed a hint of gratitude to Gong Moyi, and as he spoke, he raised his feet and walked out of the courtyard gate, planning to go back to his home and say goodbye to his parents.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred! A rampant laugh resounded a hundred meters above! A wave of coercion also descended at the same time! Enveloped in the palace end of the palace, the end of the palace Qingyun, Tian Xiuhua and others, Wang Yi's raised feet did not feel like they were put down, and the bronze little face was a little stunned, who is it?

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that there were still cultivators in such a remote place, and he was still such a young child, and he was really a genius! ”

was suddenly oppressed by this coercion, Qingyun at the end of the palace, Han Youya, Tian Xiuhua, Lin Yun, and Wang Yi, who couldn't get out of the courtyard gate, were also unstable, pale, and almost sat on the ground.

This coercion only ran rampant on the heads of Gong Mo Yi and the others for a short while, and then it collapsed, and the five of them suddenly relaxed in their hearts, and their faces looked better.

"Huh!" A light sound sounded in the sky above, as if he didn't expect someone to defeat his momentum so easily, a little surprised.

Gong Moyi raised his little head and looked at the sky, the direction where the wild laughter and light hum came from, there was no superfluous expression on his round little face, and he just asked lightly: "Who are you?"

"I'm a disciple of Xuanjin Sect, and I'm here to take your life!" At a height of 100 meters, a young man in his twenties wearing a purple robe and looking ugly with sharp-beaked monkey gills stepped on a white flying sword, hovering in the air, and his two small eyes were staring at the short black hair, round face, and only three feet tall Gong Moyi in a condescending posture.

Gong Moyi judged at a glance from the spiritual power aura of the flying sword that it was a medium-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, but it was one level higher than the one used by Zhou Long who had met in Qingyu Town before.

In fact, although the young man who stepped on the spirit weapon flying sword in his feet put on such a lofty posture on the outside, he was also very jealous in his heart, how old was the child below, he could easily kill the second-order black scale, and he was surprised when he saw it in the distance before.

How can such a small child have such strength? He is also over 20 years old before he has reached the seventh order of the qi cultivation level, this kid can kill the second-order black scale, what does this mean?

This shows that the child below has the strength of the sixth order or above the qi cultivation level, and he has hesitated to do it, but this is an order issued by the sect, and it cannot be disobeyed, plus, this child can cultivate to this level at such an age, so there must be some treasures on this child, he is very sure of this, before this child seems to have used the treasures in the space to collect a total of six huge demon beasts there, you know, his own space treasure is also a Qiankun bag, and the space is only one cube, It was far from being able to hold those six demon beasts, which completely confirmed his guess and decided to block it.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the young man who was stepping on the spirit weapon couldn't help but glow with greed, not to mention anything else, just the space treasure in the hand of the little little one below was worth his fight.

Gong Moyi looked at the young man who stepped on the flying sword in the sky, and there was not much change in expression on his round little face, but he let out a soft "oh", as if he was not very surprised by his appearance.

As soon as he heard the faint syllable of Gong Moyi, the young man who stepped on the flying sword at a height of 100 meters was angry, and this kid didn't take him seriously. Not only did this kid not take him very seriously, but the kid below also had some means.

But what made him angry was that even these mortals below who didn't even have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power were actually like no one else, with no frightened expressions on their faces, didn't they know that they were immortal masters? Aren't you surprised why you can fly in the sky? For a moment, reason was ignited by anger.

In fact, the young man who stepped on the flying sword also wronged Gongmo Qingyun and others, how could he not be afraid or surprised when he saw the immortal master, but their surprise was already taken for granted, and the endless emergence of Gongmoyi made them feel that there was nothing in this world that Gongmoyi could not do, including flying in the sky, they also felt that it was not unusual.

Seeing Qingyun at the end of the palace, Han Youya and these mortals didn't take him seriously, and the young man who stepped on the flying sword turned even more pale, and roared in a low voice: "Take your life!"

With the flipping of both hands, a red flame the size of a skull burned out of thin air between the two hands, and the spell was completed in just one breath.

The young man shouted softly, "Go!" ”

The flames that burned out of thin air between his hands flew towards the top of Gong Moyi's head.

Gong Moyi's expression was still faint, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Fireball Technique, this low-level spell also wants to kill me?"

A circle of sound waves swung out of Gong Moyi's mouth, and at the same time, Gong Moyi raised a small hand and gently pinched a magic decision, and an ice shield suddenly blocked in front of Gong Moyi, the fireball hit the ice shield, as if a gust of wind blew on Gong Moyi's ice shield, it was not painful or itchy, the ice that Gong Moyi cultivated was different from the ice of ordinary people, she herself was the mutated spiritual root of the ice attribute, plus the breathing and breathing technique used was also an unknown exercise obtained from the diamond-shaped crystal that she inadvertently obtained in her previous life.

This makes her ice spells extremely cold, and if she is against a monk of the same level who uses ice spells, she can also absorb the opponent's spell attack.

The circle of sound waves that swung out from Gong Moyi's pale pink mouth swept towards the young man with a blue face who stepped on the spirit weapon flying sword at a height of 100 meters above and covered it, and the "sound killing" was launched.

As soon as the young man saw this trick used by Gong Mo Yi, his face changed, how did Gong Mo Yi kill the second-order demon beast Black Scales before, he could see it clearly, how could he not know the power of this move, and hurriedly urged the lower grade spirit weapon flying sword under his feet to fly back to the rear, but after all, the transmission of the sound was much faster than his speed, although he had retreated to the edge of the sound of Gong Mo Yi, a distance of several hundred meters, but he was still affected by the edge of the aftermath of Gong Mo Yi's "sound killing".

The young man who stepped on the flying sword only felt as if his mind was struck twice by a hammer, and his mind was blurred, when he had no mental strength to control the medium-grade spirit weapon flying sword under his feet, he fell directly from a height of 100 meters, and fell on a piece of cabbage land hundreds of meters away from the small courtyard of the palace at the end of the palace, smashing out a big pit, and the rummaging and gangsters crushed dozens of cabbage, and it is estimated that the villagers who grow vegetables will feel distressed for a while.

This fall woke up the mind of this Xuanjinmen young man a lot, and a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood spurted out of his mouth, although he fell from such a high place to sober up this Xuanjinmen youth, but he also broke several ribs, he did not cultivate his own **, so his body was only stronger than ordinary people, and this time it also made him understand that this child is not so easy to mess with, and immediately got up, and he was going to fly with the sword again and run away decisively.

But when he had a green cabbage juice on his face, he had just gotten up from the cabbage field in embarrassment, but his eyes were round, and at a glance he saw the small figure of Gong Moyi standing not far in front of him, and his round little face was looking at him with a smile.

"What do you want to do?" The young man of Xuanjinmen had long lost his greed in his eyes at this moment, and instead of a look of terror, his body was also a little trembling, not only the fear of the young child in front of him, but also the few ribs that were broken when he fell from a high altitude before, making his painful face pale and his body like chaff.

"What do you think I want to do?" There was a playful smile on the round little face at the end of the palace, but the crisp and pleasant voice was very cold.

"I'm a disciple of Xuanjin Sect, you can't kill me, if you kill me, you will be hunted down by Xuanjin Sect!" The young man of Xuanjinmen stared at Gong Moyi's seemingly harmless little face, and threatened, his voice was almost roaring, and there was some hoarseness.

"Why did you come to kill me?" Gong Moyi had actually guessed that it was the Zhou family, but he still wanted to confirm it, so he asked coldly.

"Why, didn't you ask knowingly, did you kill a person named Zhou Long?" When the young man of Xuanjinmen heard Gong Moyi ask this, he thought that Gong Moyi was afraid of Xuanjinmen, and wanted to find a reason to stop, so his tone was much higher-pitched, and he questioned Gong Moyi in turn.

"Hmph, that's true." Gong Moyi confirmed the person who wanted to harm her, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm.