Mo asked about the current changes, naturally it has something to do with the cloak on his body, it is a special kind of spiritual weapon, although I don't know what grade of magic weapon the cloak belonged to back then, but even if the current effect is not inferior to the Qingyuan Realm, and even more practical.

Because of the confusion of the cloth, the tiger beast ring couldn't find the target at all, and passed by Mo Wen, but it didn't touch it.

"Purple Qi Chaoyang."

The Yerong Pavilion Lord didn't expect Mo Wen to be so powerful, and easily broke the combined attack of several people, originally she just wanted to prevent Mo Wen from escaping, but now she had to go all out.

Her slender jade purple light gourd, a purple light flashed, and the purple light gourd released an unprecedented light. A purple gas erupted from the mouth of the bottle, this time it was no longer a ball of gas, but turned into a purple knife, and the knife light was condensed, just like a real thing.

The purple knife appeared in front of Mo Wen in an instant, flickering slightly, and went straight to his throat.

Mo Wen's pupils shrank, his body tensed, and the purple knife made him feel a terrifying sense of danger, which was definitely not an ordinary attack.

He didn't think about it, and his figure flickered again, turning into a black mist. Purple light swept through the black mist, but what he didn't expect was that the purple knife seemed to lock on him, and it turned back and killed it again, as if he had figured out Mo Wen's location, and this time it was even faster and more ruthless, so that he had no chance to dodge.

Mo Wen's face changed slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the Holy Fire Sword appeared in his hand again, this time he didn't dodge or dodge, it was just a simple sword, but this sword fused the power of Yun Yao, turned decay into magic, and exerted the mystery of martial arts to the peak.

The purple sword collided with the tip of the sword, and an astonishing light erupted, causing many martial artists watching the battle on the ground to subconsciously squint their eyes. In the light of the sky, the long sword instantly bloomed with countless sword qi, and each sword qi collided with a purple light, lasting for ten breaths. All the light slowly dissipated.

In mid-air, Mo Wen was still standing, his body tall and tall, holding a flaming sword.

The night Rong Pavilion Lord's face suddenly became gloomy, she had almost released eighty percent of the power of the purple light gourd just now, and if she replaced it with any martial artist in the late stage of Jindan, she was afraid that she would also be injured, but she did not hurt this young man.

That sword seemed simple, but it took over the famous purple qi rising sun of the Purple Qi Pavilion. It really frightened her.

Not to mention the Yerong Pavilion Master, Bu Changkun and Jiang Pingzhou were also shocked at this time, the top martial artists in the Qinggu Secret Realm knew each other. Whoever has what ability, what hole cards, knows something about each other.

Although the Purple Qi Chaoyang is not the last hole card of the Purple Qi Pavilion, it is also a terrifying means of being famous, and if they face the Purple Qi Chaoyang emitted by the Purple Light Gourd, if they do not use some ability to press the bottom of the box. There is a high probability of direct serious injury.

Jiang Jingtao was already seriously injured because of Mo Wen's previous punch, and his combat effectiveness had dropped by at least half. He simply couldn't imagine that it would suddenly erupt. That boy's strength can be so strong.

Mo Wen clenched the Holy Fire Sword and looked at the several strong people surrounding him with gloomy eyes, exuding an awe-inspiring aura from his body, however. On the surface, he seems to have the upper hand, but only he knows. In a few attacks, more than half of his internal qi had been consumed.

Although Bu Changkun and the others made several shots before and after, their internal qi consumption was far smaller than his.

Thunder Yao was cast twice before and after, and Yun Yao was once used, which was too exhausting of internal qi. Although Yun Yao pays attention to skills and consumes internal qi is not as exaggerated as Lei Yao, as an initiator martial artist, every time he performs it, it is a big load for Mo Wen.

"He doesn't have much internal qi left, and it won't be long before he only has the share to be slaughtered."

As the top storage in the Qinggu Secret Realm, his eyesight will naturally not be bad, don't ask about the current state, the four of them are all in their eyes.

Jiang Pingzhou sneered, looked at Mo Wen and sneered constantly. But at this time, no one attacked without authorization.

Although they knew that Mo Wen would not last long, they also knew that the dying warrior would be even more terrifying. At this time, no one was willing to be the first bird, and the power displayed by Mo Wen had already caused fear among several of the top powerhouses of the Qinggu Secret Realm.

"What? I'm scared! Didn't you say that I only had to be slaughtered, then come here. ”

Mo Wen looked at Jiang Pingzhou with a sneer, among the four people, he was the most disgusted with Jiang Pingzhou, the old man, if he wanted to choose to kill someone, he would definitely be the first to choose Jiang Pingzhou, the old guy.

Jiang Pingzhou sneered and was silent, he was not stupid, how could he be a head bird at this time, if he wanted to make a move, it would be a few people to shoot together, not that he met Mo Wen alone.

For a moment, the battle in the sky fell into a brief pause.

On the ground, Chen Wuhui was anxious, if he continued to fight, Mo Wen would definitely have an accident, after all, a person, no matter how strong he was, it would be impossible to fight against the four top powerhouses.

Except for a Jindan peak martial artist of a higher rank, no one else can do it. What's more, those people are not ordinary people, and everyone has a powerful enough treasure in their hands.

"Don't fight, don't forget that the strongest treasures of the Falling Peak Sect are the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell."

Chen Wuhui shouted loudly, he couldn't intervene in the battle above, and could only use this method to divert everyone's attention.

Since coming to this hall, although there are many treasures I have seen, I have not seen the most precious Yin Spirit Beads and Soul Crying Bells.

Not to mention anything else, none of the eight high-grade spiritual weapons can be compared to the Crying Bell, because the Crying Bell is a mysterious weapon.

Although the purple light gourd is claimed to be the closest to the mystery, it is not a mystical weapon after all, and there is still a big gap compared with the real mystery.

When Chen Wuhui said this, many people reacted. Indeed, the most precious Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell of the Luofeng Sect have not yet been found, and they were dazzled by the various treasures in the main hall before, especially the treasures on the eight stone pillars, which made many martial artists ignore the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell.

After all, for the martial artists in the main hall, the high-grade spiritual weapon is the best treasure, and the mysterious weapon is almost no different from the legend.

Originally, the four powerhouses who were about to deal with Mo Wen again were stunned, but at this time, they also reacted, and there seemed to be no Yin Spirit Bead and Soul Crying Bell on the stone pillar.

"What about the Yin Spirit Bead and the Crying Bell?"

Bu Changkun squinted, his gaze slowly swept across the hall, obviously looking for the whereabouts of the two supreme treasures.

If they could obtain either the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, then the Five Beast Sects would be able to secure the position of the first sect of the Qinggu Secret Realm, and the Purple Qi Pavilion would no longer be able to compare with it.

Because in a small inner world like the Qinggu Secret Realm, a mysterious artifact is the supreme symbol.

The Yerong Pavilion Lord and the others also looked at the main hall, looking for the whereabouts of the treasure.

Mo Wen slowly took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, and from it there was a cyan pill everywhere, which was the pill he had refined in Wunianmen before, and it had the effect of restoring internal qi. One pill went down, and half an hour was enough to restore all his internal qi.

Now that he has enough elixir, the elixir resources on his body are also rich enough, otherwise he really wouldn't dare to use the Three Yao Method at will.

After all, under normal circumstances, if a martial artist in the Jindan realm wants to recover his internal qi, he has to meditate for at least half a day.

At this time, the four powerhouses put their minds on the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, but they didn't care about Mo Wen, and let him swallow the pill. Don't let him escape, the treasures on his body can be snatched sooner or later, if you focus on Mo Wen at this time, the Yin Spirit Bead and the Crying Bell will be snatched away by others, then it will be worth the loss.

"If I'm not bad as expected, the Yin Spirit Bead and the Crying Bell should be in the coffin below."

Mo Wen glanced at the ground, then sneered. The coffin had no reaction at this time, except for the previous anomaly, and it was no different from a normal coffin.

As soon as he said this, he immediately gave everyone a clue, and everyone's eyes were almost immediately focused on the red coffin.

What Mo Wen said, there is really a great possibility, this hall is empty, although it is big, but there are not many corners that can hide things. There is a lot of suspicion in that coffin, and if the coffin can be placed here, the owner of the coffin must be very simple, maybe it will be the coffin of the last generation of the sect master of the Luofeng Sect.

Some warriors had already subconsciously moved towards the coffin, and their eyes were full of hot gazes that were difficult to hide.

"Hmph, the old man will take a look first."

Jiang Pingzhou's eyes flashed twice in mid-air, and then turned into a ray of light, and he swooped down, blowing a strong wind along the way, blowing several warriors who tried to approach the coffin to the ground.

Because he missed the opportunity before, half of the treasure on the stone pillar was snatched by Mo Wen, and at this time, he didn't want to miss the opportunity again.

Bu Changkun and the Yerong Pavilion Lord hesitated for a moment, glanced at Mo Wen, then gritted their teeth, followed closely behind Jiang Pingzhou, and flew towards the red coffin.

They were not only worried that Mo Wen would escape at this time, but also afraid that there were really Yin Spirit Beads and Crying Bells in the coffin, which gave Jiang Pingzhou the first opportunity. After weighing it in their hearts, they still chose the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, after all, all the treasures in the hall combined, I am afraid that they are not as precious as these two treasures.

And the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell are likely to be placed in that coffin.

"Don't ask, go quickly."

Seeing this, Chen Wuhui's eyes were full of joy, and after shouting loudly, he didn't care so much, and ran outside.

At this time, everyone's attention is on the coffin, and it is best to escape. There are also a lot of treasures that Wu Nianmen has harvested in the main hall, although they are not as precious as the treasures on the stone pillars, but even if they are inferior to the spiritual weapons, they are also absolute treasures. Before, many warriors had their eyes on him, ready to snatch it at any time.

Therefore, Chen Wuhui was also uncomfortable in the main hall, and he naturally would not miss the opportunity to escape at this time. As for the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, he didn't think about it at all, because he had self-knowledge, and that thing was not what the Wunian Sect should have at all, otherwise it would only cause trouble. (To be continued......)