"Demon Lord, why bother?"

Mo Jian said again.

The tone was still flat, without a hint of emotion.

Ji Jiufang closed his eyes because of the pain, and when he heard the mocking rhetorical question, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and was just about to answer stiffly, when suddenly there was a coolness on the top of his head, and the headache became more and more serious.

Immediately after that, he lost consciousness completely.

Ji Jiufang's last consciousness was: The stranger who had the deepest city government among the five ancient people once again took advantage of the danger of others and plotted against himself without mercy.

……

Sensing the danger of its master, the widow roared again, but even its voice became weaker as it shrank in size.

Mo Jian couldn't help but laugh:

"I'm not upset, what are you sad about?"

After that, he looked at his palm, which was originally a phantom palm, and at this time it was almost transparent. Looking up at Ji Jiufang, who was about to fall into the water, he sighed faintly.

God knows how much he wants to really take advantage of people's danger and directly destroy the Demon Lord's primordial spirit!

But in the first place, he was just a wisp of soul consciousness, and he didn't have that much energy. Second, since he can wait for 100,000 years, what he wants is by no means such a simple result.

"It's a must, it's still necessary to save."

Mo Yu said quietly, his tone seemed to be self-deprecating.

As the words fell, two pure yellow spiritual powers shot out from his palms, and on the originally sticky and muddy swamp water, a wide opening suddenly opened, and there was a faint green light under the water, if you don't look carefully, it looks like a lotus leaf that accidentally submerged under the water.

The light is in the middle of the fall.

And on the edge, it was the strange wind that had just fallen into the water.

Mo Jian looked at Mo Feng twice, and his expression was complicated.

Then, he turned his gaze to Liluo again, and looked at it very carefully, so much so that Ji Jiufang fell into the water, and Mo Jian hadn't reacted yet.

In the end, he opened his eyes and suddenly came back to his senses.

Liluo saw strangeness, and he didn't dare to recognize it for a while, after all, the figure this time was even more virtual than when he rescued her before, and it was as fragile as if it could be scattered with the wind when the wind blew.

After a moment of recognition, she tentatively spoke:

"Eun Gong?"

Mo Jian was obviously stunned.

After a while, he smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry."

Mo Jian muttered, as if talking to himself, and then with a wave of his hand, he used spiritual power to stun Liluo, and then lifted Liluo and Mo Feng to the shore together, and then sent Ji Jiufang over in the air.

After letting go of the three of them, Mo Jian narrowed his eyes.

"I'm really stingy, too."

As if he smiled bitterly, he moved Ji Jiufang again, far away from the other two, a full ten zhang away, before putting it back away.

Then Mo saw that he turned around, looked at the reckless widow who had become smaller, and asked with a smile: "You also grew up eating me, why did someone accidentally give you a little spiritual power, and you were abducted?" I just saved your life, and you don't appreciate it. ”

Laughing, I looked up at the sky.

After 100,000 years, even a wisp of soul consciousness has its own independent thoughts. However, the deepest thing in his heart has never changed, because he has not changed, and the descendants of the Mo family will be so loyal.

"No regrets!"

Mo Jian laughed and let out a sigh of relief.

The widower finally had another reaction, let out a low wail, and dived back to the bottom.

Mo Jian shook his head and chuckled.

Looking back at the Mofeng on the shore, he walked slowly, the closer he got, the thinner the light and shadow, and finally dissipated into the invisible, leaving only a trace of pure yellow light, burrowing into the Mofeng dantian and the glazed tower.