Ji Jiufang was soon slightly injured.

But no matter what Liluo said or pleaded, he stubbornly pressed her behind his back, and kept spinning and adjusting their positions, blocking most of the attacks.

More attacks fell on him.

Especially when Liluo opens his mouth and says that he wants to help, he is easily distracted.

Realizing this, Liluo shut his mouth knowingly.

She was tucked into his back, and she could only watch the battle through his waist.

Soon, Liluo, who was well protected and almost idle, noticed a little difference: the rest of the people were all out of order, even if they had the same spiritual power, they showed no mercy to each other, and many people were injured by their own people first when they attacked Ji Jiufang.

However, there were a few people who practiced earth-based spells and whose spiritual power shone with earthy yellow light, and they were always able to avoid each other with precision, and they would even accept them in time to avoid attacking each other.

They will hurt other people, and they will also hurt some people who are also earth-based spiritual powers, and when they attack Ji Jiufang, they are not accurate at all.

But between several people, there has never been a mistake.

What's more, they will cooperate with each other.

This discovery surprised Liluo.

Almost immediately, she thought of what she had heard:

"Chengtian Mountain Mo clan, because the ancestors swore with blood, they have been loyal to the Yuan Sage of the Lishi clan for generations, and they paid with their lives wholeheartedly. The descendants of the Mo clan, even if they cultivate to the realm of Tianzun, there is no exception. ”

Mo's is a soil system.

Those who are different are also earth-based.

Could it be because they are all Mo's people? Because of the bloodline, there are these unusual features?

Away from Luo's eyes, he narrowed.

Ji Jiufang's wounds were even more.

The spiritual power that kept hitting his body tore through his clothes, and although the wound was not deep, the blood gathered in one place, enough to stain a large piece of his clothes red.

Liluo looked frightened.

Seeing that no one was guarded, she urged her spirit to release a trace of spiritual power.

The blue-purple light swayed upwards and rose rapidly for a foot or so. Everyone felt the same spiritual power, and for a moment they counted the light in the direction of Liluo.

"Don't move!"

Ji Jiufang was so anxious that he turned around and reprimanded.

The body just came to the side lightly.

A cyan light struck his heart.

"Poof—"

Ji Jiufang spat out a small mouthful of blood.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, looking at the person who attacked him, and his backhand was a palm.

"Be careful!"

Liluo hurriedly spoke, followed by a soft drink, and quickly detonated the trace of spiritual power.

A faint smell of early sunshine spreads.

Everyone, there is a momentary pause.

However, after the pause, there are two completely different states.

More people attacked Liluo as if they had seen their father's killer, and this time, their attack was very accurate. Seeing a pair of eyes filled with bloodshots, I couldn't help but be shocked.

There was still no sanity in those eyes, but the inexplicable, fearful hatred was unusually clear.

But she soon realized that her judgment was not wrong.

The idea is not wrong.

Those earth-based cultivators who had already cooperated suddenly joined forces and protected the two of them in the middle.

Only then did he have time to see Ji Jiufang's injury.

"It's not heavy."

For some reason, Ji Jiufang took the initiative to say something.

Sounds like a comfort.

Liluo's brows tightened, and his little face wrinkled.

Not too heavy.

But it's definitely not light.

Especially the one on the chest, it is clearly a mark that can only be made by taking the cultivation above the god as the foundation.