"Wind Palm!"

"Flurry Triple Strike!"

"Prairie Spark!"

“......”

Some of the veteran Holy Sons had already recovered most of the Xuan Qi they had consumed when they were exterminating the rat swarm, and at this moment, when they saw the Rat Summoner and the Great Elder Ling Chuan fighting together, they immediately came to their aid.

And those newly promoted Holy Sons and Holy Maidens who lacked combat experience also recovered their composure from the fright, and they all came to assist the Great Elder in exterminating the rat summoner.

The Rat Summoner is worthy of being a veteran Holy Envoy of the Black Lotus Demon Sect, with strong strength, and he is not afraid at all under the joint efforts of the Extreme Dao Sect, attracting underground stone bodies to resist the attacks of all the Holy Sons.

Ling Anzhi was bent on avenging Mo Qingyu at this time, urging the raging fire to burn the rat summoner, but the difference in strength between the two was huge, and her fire was all resisted by the fur of the rat summoner.

When everyone was fighting, no one noticed that Mo Qingyu, who was lying on the ground, took out a light green spirit talisman from the space necklace and put it in the hole in his chest when his consciousness was about to disappear.

As time passed, the Rat Summoner gradually showed fatigue, and he had begun to deal with the attacks of some of the peak Holy Sons of the Hidden Realm, and the beast state was already showing some signs of leaving.

Shout!

The Great Elder's purple rays pierced directly through the rat summoner's heart, causing the movement in his hand to stop at the moment when he was baring his teeth and claws to fight back.

Bang!

The next moment, the body of the rat summoner fell from mid-air to the stone ground, and the beast state was completely lifted, and he supported his thin body and wanted to stand up again, but he was slapped into minced flesh by the palm of the Great Elder Void.

Hundreds of years ago, the Black Lotus Demon Sect summoned rats, and finally ended up in a tragic death.

But at the last moment of his life, the resentment, mania, and violence in his eyes turned into relief.

"Da Zi, I have already helped you take revenge, and now, I have come to find you..."

This is the voice of the rat caller at the last moment, he has killed countless people in his life, and he has already looked down on life and death, maybe death is the best relief for him.

But did he really repay Da Zi's sorrow?

In the surprised gaze of the Extreme Dao Sect, Mo Qingyu, who they had originally thought was dead, actually stood up, and the hole in his chest had healed at this time.

Mo whispers are alive again!

The Great Elder hurriedly came to him, looked at his healing wounds, and asked, "Whisper, how did your wounds recover?"

Some Holy Sons thought that it was the Great Elder who had given Mo Qingyu the elixir just now, but the Great Elder himself knew that although his elixir could heal ordinary external injuries and had the effect of stopping bleeding, it was far from achieving such an effect.

A group of Extreme Dao Sect Holy Sons and Holy Maidens also gathered over, looking at Mo Qingyu curiously.

They had a lot of rumors about him before, and they always thought that the rumors were exaggerated, but when they saw it with their own eyes today, they found that the rumors were not exaggerated at all, in fact, Mo Qingyu himself was even better than the rumors and was legendary.

Ling Anzhi, who was in the crowd, was not curious about how he recovered, but when she saw him recover, she burst into tears and laughed.

"Not long ago, I was promoted to a fourth-order spirit master, and before I came here, I was lucky enough to succeed when I practiced the seal drawing spirit rune, and I drew a fourth-order bone talisman, but I didn't expect it to come in handy. Mo Qingyu's body returned to normal at this moment, and he responded with a chuckle, full of energy, without the previous feeling of weakness.

"You kid really frightens me, if something really happens to you, I, an old guy, really have no shame to face your master and sect master. Seeing that Mo was fine whispering, Great Elder Ling Chuan also breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he spoke.

"Wait, did you kid just say that you became a fourth-order spirit master?, and you also drew a fourth-order spirit rune?" The Great Elder suddenly remembered the content of Mo Qingyu's words just now, suspecting that he had misheard, and asked with some disbelief.

Under the Great Elder's suspicious gaze, Mo nodded slowly.

"You kid is really a demon, you really live up to the title of peerless Tianjiao, the cultivation speed of fellow Lingxuan cultivators is even faster than when I concentrated on cultivating Xuan!" the Great Elder couldn't help but speak.

Mo Qingyu's talent was the most exaggerated he had seen in hundreds of years, and even Lei Ling couldn't compare to him in terms of cultivation speed.

"Mo Shengzi is worthy of being peerless, compared to me, I am really ashamed of myself!"

"I cultivated my spirit at the age of seven, and now I am twenty-six years old, so I can become a fourth-order spirit master, and Mo Shengzi is only sixteen years old......"

"The fourth-order bone talisman is difficult for even an ordinary fourth-order spirit seal master to complete, Mo Shengzi just practiced, and he completed the seal painting of the bone talisman, which is worthy of peerless pride. ”

Listening to the surrounding saints and saints who were invincible on weekdays marveling at Mo Qingyu's talent, Ling Anzhi, who was on the side, was overjoyed for some reason, and immediately turned her head after seeing Mo Qingyu looking at her, her face was slightly red, and she had a sense of shyness that her heart had been discovered.

After this battle, Mo Qingyu's prestige has been established, and even the veteran Holy Son and Holy Daughter are not resistant to Mo Qingyu as the team leader.

After a short break, with the help of the elixir, everyone's state has returned to their peak.

Mo Qingyu didn't know when he had changed into a brand new black shirt, his eyes were blazing, and his condition had obviously returned to his best state.

The group continued to move forward, still with the Great Elder in the lead, and the formation after that changed slightly.

Several veteran saints strongly recommended Mo Qingyu to walk in the center of the team as the center of the team.

Mo whispered that he did not refuse, and accepted it gladly.

Not long after everyone moved forward, they were ambushed by the remnants of the Black Lotus Demon Sect.

Whoa!

Arrowheads, smeared with venom, flew out from behind the rocks on both sides of the grotto.

However, in the first time, the Extreme Dao Sect and his party acted as a defense.

"Be careful! don't be shot by these arrows, the arrows are poisonous!" Mo whispered, his eyes were sharp, and he found the means on the arrows at a glance, and reminded in a loud voice.

The rest of the people understood and were more cautious, shooting down the arrow when it was halfway through.

After seeing that the poisonous arrows had no effect, the Black Lotus Sect disciples who were lying in ambush behind the stone bodies on both sides of the grotto rushed towards the Extreme Dao Sect and his party with weapons of different shapes in their hands.

"Thunder Tooth Burst, Thunder Dragon!"

Thundered!

Mo Qingyu took the lead, and without waiting for these dozens of Black Lotus Cultists of the Hidden Realm to get closer, he swung the Blood Night Sword to meet them.

Recite!

The roar of the dragon and thunder resounded through the grotto passages.

"Ahh

Under Mo Qingyu's subtle control, the Thunder Dragon did not harm any of his Extreme Dao Fellows, while those Black Lotus Sect disciples were blasted into black charcoal one by one screaming one after another, invincible, and no one was his enemy.

"The strength of the Holy Son of Mo is so strong, I'm afraid it is not weaker than the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens in the top few on the Holy List, right?" One of the Holy Sons subconsciously asked when he saw Mo Qingyu's performance.

"He's only sixteen years old..."The Holy Son on the side nodded, his eyes focused on Mo Qingyu, who was fighting against dozens of Black Lotus Sectists in the Hidden Realm with his own strength, and said slowly.