Mo Yunchen was so shocked that he flew out of the ground more than a foot to the ground. Unsuspecting, he fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Yunchen's own spiritual power is not high, his spiritual power is not high, and his protective power is much weaker. The fall shook him and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Mo Jiu's eyes were cold, and a flying body had already arrived in front of him, and the silver leather whip pointed at him, and said, "If you still want to live, it's best to tell me how my mother died." ”

Only then did Mo Yunchen realize that Mo Jiu didn't know when his spiritual power had been upgraded to the green level, and his whole body exuded a chilling coldness.

Although Mo Jiu has changed a lot during this period of time, even if he has no spiritual power, it will give people a sense of oppression. But he never imagined that he would feel such an overwhelming chill on the waste he despised the most.

The chill was like a knife that would kill him, and little by little it delayed his will.

Mo Yunchen shivered unconsciously, but quickly regained his senses. What about having spiritual power? It's just a green-level cultivation.

Mo Yunchen suddenly stood up with a carp. Because he was taller than Mo Jiu, he stood up and lowered his head and sneered: "If you have a little cultivation, you are so arrogant, see that I don't do the right thing for heaven today, get rid of you, an unfilial son......"

But before he could finish his words, a sharp sound of wind pierced the air. Before he could prepare for anything, a flash of silver light sent a hot sensation to his chest, and when he woke up, he had been whipped with a whip and thrown away.

Mo Yunchen was once again thrown to the ground, covering his hot chest with one hand, and his hair was scattered, completely lacking the extraordinary domineering spirit when he lowered his head and sneered just now.

Mo Jiu's voice was still cold. "I don't have much time to listen to you. Say, how did my mother die? ”

Mo Yunchen looked at the Shura-like waste wood, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't even see how Mo Jiu made a move.

Mo Yunchen glanced down at the chest that had been drawn out by Mo Jiu with a deep blood mark, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, and was just about to make a move to restrain Mo Yunchen, when he had already thrown a blood-red pill into his mouth.

Mo Jiu felt that it was not good, and waved the silver whip in his hand, but he never thought that the pill would melt in his mouth, and before the silver whip fell, Mo Yunchen disappeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu immediately dodged to the side, but the other party's movements were faster. She felt a dazzling golden light coming from her back, and she couldn't dodge it, and was hit by the light on her left shoulder.

Mo Jiu turned around and saw Mo Yunchen who looked like a demon. At this moment, Mo Yunchen's eyes were scarlet, his pale face was full of anger.

Mo Yunchen's voice also seemed to be several times lower. "Even if you have cultivation, waste wood is still waste wood."

When the flowers fell, Mo Yunchen waved his sleeves as if carelessly, and a blazing red light sent out towards Mo Jiu. The speed of the red light was extremely fast, and it had reached Mo Jiu in a moment.

Mo Jiu's left shoulder had already been injured just now, and it was too late to dodge the move, so he condensed a protective barrier to block it.

The red light hit the shield and sent out a burst of bright light that made people unable to open their eyes. Under the dazzling light, Mo Jiu's eyes narrowed unconsciously.

When the dazzling red light dissipated, Mo Jiu's protective shield was also destroyed by the red light, and Mo Jiu, who lost his protective shield, suffered a lot of internal injuries.

A burst of piercing laughter came, and Mo Yunchen said, "What? That's it. became the apprentice of the emperor, thinking that waste wood could become a genius. ”