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At this moment, Mo Jing's eyes were full of red, and as far as his eyes could see, Lin Mu's body with a bright complexion was all over the entrance of the entire Eighth Peak, blocking the way uphill.

Lin Mu's body seemed to be divided into hundreds of parts, no different from the deity, there was not an inch of clothing left, and it was not recognizable at all.

What's more, these clones have exactly the same expressions, and even if Mo Jing wants to find clues, he has no choice but to give up.

Even the lip sync is pretty much the same.

"In the way, is your Thunderbird trick finished?"

Lin Mu, no, it should be said that it was Lin Mu, like the faces of clones looking at the sky together, the purple electric giant eagle floating among the clouds, after releasing the previous descent thunder punishment that destroyed the world and the earth, it drooped its head, and the huge purple body completely wilted, as if it had exhausted all its spiritual power, and it was weak.

The sound was really like hundreds of people coming out at once, and the mosquitoes became thunder.

Mo was shocked with a gloomy face, the remaining thunder source in his body at the moment was not abundant, and it was basically possible to send out another "Thunder Gong Bombardment of the Sky", according to the situation at the moment, even if he was still at his peak, I am afraid that he would not be able to help this monster.

"The surname Lin, who are you? Obviously, your cultivation is not above me, but you are even more treacherous than the people of the Poison Sect, I ...... I've never seen such an evil warrior. ”

Lin Mu's face was as cold as frost, and a ragged red shadow stood out from it.

"Humph!"

The cold snort sounded suddenly, and Mo Jing's pupils suddenly flashed, followed by a subtle thunderbolt, and the thunder in the purple palm flew out of Mo Jing's sleeve in an instant, and instantly strangled the red shadow that stepped out into ashes.

A wisp of residual flame dissipated in front of Mo Jing, and in an instant, an identical red shadow stood on Lin Mu's left side.

"Crooked ways!"

Before Mo Jing's sneer fell, his figure suddenly flashed in place, turning into thunder and lightning and flying towards the group of Lin Mu, leaving a crisp crackling sound along the way.

Among the hundreds of Lin Mu, there was a winding thunder light flashing left and right in an instant, rushing in "Lin Mu" and "Lin Mu", every second would bring up a wisp of residual flame to drift away, and then re-condense into a fiery red figure on the inch of the mountain at the top of the eighth peak.

In such a cycle of infinite killing, the purple electric spirit eagle hovering and roaring in the air, as Mo Jing continued to consume the thunder source in his body, his body gradually became illusory and ethereal, and the surrounding thunderclouds also showed some signs of wanting to disperse.

Just when the two of them fell into endless consumption, in the downhill slope of the eighth peak, between the bushes that had not yet been affected by the pond fish, there were three spiritual eyes floating with very different breaths, and at this moment, they were observing towards the peak of the thunderous and flamed peaks above, and their just right hidden position was just the blind spot of Lin Mu and Mo Jing's line of sight, and the two sides fought fiercely for a long time, and they did not find these three spiritual eyes that existed here from beginning to end.

At the same time, at the foot of the forested mountain where the ninth peak raised its eyes, there were three young and handsome young girls looking intently at the three respective spiritual eyes in front of them.

These three people are Lin Xingting, Xu Luoyun, and Miss Yang Moxue, whose pretty face implies a touch of worry and guilt.

"Brother Lin, the decisive battle between the two of them should be inconclusive for a while and a half, why don't I wait for the current departure and go to the peak. ”

Xu Luoyun, who was wrapped in the wide white robe of the Spirit Hall, raised his face covered by shadows slightly, looked at Lin Xingting, and proposed.

Lin Xingting shook his head when he heard this, and echoed: "What Brother Xu said is extremely true, I know that Young Master Mo Jing's cultivation is known, one of the three geniuses of the Mo family in Shangjing, and there is also a purple electric spirit carving protector, this decisive battle, even if Lin Mu's methods are secretive, after all, he is defeated by him, we can wait for Young Master Mo Jing at the top of the ninth peak first, and witness him bathe in the spirit pool and transform into a mortal, and we can also enjoy the name of the top three." ”

Speaking of this, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, looking at Xu Luoyun's face covered by his white robe, and thanked him with gratitude: "This time it is really Brother Xu who casts a spell, if it is not for Brother Xu's blessing of your body and martial arts, it is impossible for me and Mo Xue to bypass Lin Mu's evil star to reach the ninth peak, and he will be thanked in the future." ”

"Where, if it weren't for Brother Lin's help, I still haven't gotten rid of Lu Dongyu's entanglement. ”

"Hehe, it's just reciprocity, it's just reciprocity. ”

The conversation between the two fell on Yang Moxue's ears, making the sense of apology in her watery eyes more and more intense, and sometimes she looked at the blurred scene in her eyes, and saw Lin Mu, who was separated by hundreds of figures, and at the same time she was unfamiliar in her heart, she was also entangled.

Maybe she pretended to be amorous, always thinking about Lin Muji's identity as a disciple of the Martial Arts Pavilion, at this moment, for the sake of ranking, she crossed the eighth peak with Lin Xingting to the ninth peak, her name definitely appeared on the top of the first spirit board, you must know that last night she was still wandering between the second spirit board and the first spirit board, and her father's face was almost lost by her.

"But why is Lin Mu so strong, a month ago he was obviously just a little strong in the late stage of the Spirit Realm, but now he can compete with the Mo family's Tai Spirit Realm genius...... Is he really Lin Mu?"

When Yang Moxue was struggling, Lin Xingting beside her had already noticed Yiren's gloom, and immediately stopped talking to Xu Luoyun and approached Yang Moxue with a smile.

said very gently and kindly: "Mo Xue, let's go." ”

Yang Moxue came back to her senses when she heard this, looking at the handsome face in front of her that was as soft as water, and there was complexity in her eyes.

But he had no choice but to follow them up the hill in obedience.

At this moment, the two people on the top of the eighth peak were still fighting fiercely, Mo Jing's figure was like thunder and lightning that could not be captured, and Lin Mu's doppelganger army did not lose a single person.

Every time the red figure composed of flames dissipates, it will release a burning to Mo Jing, and the ants are not painful, but after biting for a long time, even if Mo Jing has an innate body, it is inevitable that there will be some damage, his embroidered gold brocade clothes have already become tattered in the flames, and there are a few strands of scorched purple hair, and the nobility of the children of the Mo family is gone.

I don't know if Mo Jing is tired, or if he is completely helpless against Lin Mu's dead and living Hokage, he actually withdrew from Shizhang in a flash, looking at Lin Mu.

But on his immature face, there was still an arrogant and unruly look, staring at Lin Mu, and the corners of his mouth turned into sarcasm.

"The surname is Lin, don't you really want to get the first place in the trial? Hmph, to tell you honestly, at this moment, someone from the ninth peak has already arrived first, and the champion of the trial in Qinghe Town this time can never be you. ”

"And I am not surprised, I am just delaying your actions here, and when the trial is over, the Spirit Temple will send someone to clean you up. ”

The "Lin Mu" looked at Mo Zhen one after another, and the voice of gathering mosquitoes into thunder sounded in a low voice.

"Mortals, in my eyes, you will always be humble and insignificant ants, one more is not more, and those who come will be burned. ”