The collision of the fireball and the huge wave formed a thick mist that spread around the area, making the dark passage in the distance, and the vision became even more blurred.

"Let's go. As half of the spar left the atrium, the mountain demon, who had gradually regained his senses, spoke.

Half of its face is still rough and rocky, but half of its face has regained its original face.

With the gradual awakening of consciousness, Mo Jia opened his eyes and saw Shen Moli who was still trying to pry the spar away from his heart in a mist. The huge black shadow that came from not far away also fell into the eyes of Mojia. In the immediate crisis, he has not yet completely gotten rid of the interference of the spar, and he is even more powerless to protect Shen Moli.

After weighing, Mo Jia hoped that Shen Moli would no longer care about himself and run for his life first.

The Demon Beast Pact, related to thousands of demon clans, Mojia has seen the danger of the Demon Land, and after going through those bloodshed, he does not want the Demon Land to fall into the darkness of the Demon Ancestor's rule forever. If the end of the darkness needs to be exchanged for blood, he is willing to throw away his blood and do his best to make a final fight for Shen Moli's safety.

"Don't move, for if you earn any more, I'll attach half of the pried hedron to me. Shen Moli said.

If she receives the green light now, all the efforts she made to save Mojia before will be wasted. But if he continued to save Mojia, Shen Moli would not have the absolute certainty of resisting the black shadow. Just as she could sacrifice her spiritual power to resist the fireball, the impact of her soul had already injured her, and Shen Mo was not sure what the black shadow would do in the future.

However, if she gave up the treatment of Mojia at this time and left alone, she Cheng couldn't do it. Her departure was doomed to Mojia's death.

"Don't, I'll listen to you. You are in danger of the safety of the Demon Beasts and the Demon Race, but don't let my life be cut off here. Mojia hurriedly stopped.

Shen Moli undoubtedly mastered his death hole, knowing that at the moment, he could only threaten his own life to temporarily coerce him to stop sacrificing himself to protect Shen Moli.

Mojia's eyes gradually glistened with tears in the darkness that he couldn't see. He and his mother came here when the country was ruined, and they lived in the demon land with hardships. There are not many people in the world who care about his life and death, but most of them left him in the catastrophe of the demon land.

No one remembers crying in the midst of war, and no one sincerely cares about his safety when danger comes. In the old days, he could only keep making himself stronger to protect his younger sister, who was still young.

This kind of true love between life and death made Mojia feel a little warm in his heart. He knew the dignity of the Demon Beast Covenant in the Demon Clan, but in his heart, he still regarded Shen Moli as his friend of life and death countless times.

Regardless of his weak body under the influence of the spar, Mo Jia sacrificed the giant peak in his palm when Shen Moli focused on separating the spar for himself, resisting the path of the black shadow.

With the shaking of the magic power of the last armor sacrifice, the hedron clanged out of the atrium. But the violent shaking also brought a piece of flesh from the atrium of the last armor, adhered to the hedron, and disappeared into the darkness with the hedron.

The flesh of the heart that was torn apart by the spar adhesion from the last armor, and the crimson blood gushed out from the wound like a spring, trickling endlessly.

Seeing this, Shen Moli hurriedly transported the green light, lingering on the wound of the last armor, and slowly healed him. The atrium is not as bad as it is anywhere else, and it is not easy to heal it. It is true that the worm spirit has a healing effect, but Shen Moli has not yet been able to fully grasp the operation method of the spirit. In the current crisis, she can only use the green light, and stop the blood that keeps gushing out for Mojia.

Mojia clenched his fists, enduring the pain beyond death, but still insisted on running the demonic energy, maintaining the giant peak that stood in front of the black shadow.

He can't fall, although his demon realm is not high, but the mysterious man taught him the magic of becoming a mountain and a mountain, but it is a unique spell that surpasses his realm. For ordinary people, after he knew that spell could lead the sky to thunder, he used it very rarely.

But the black shadow right now is obviously not an ordinary person. This technique can be said to be the last life-saving trick of the end of the armor, even if it is not for himself, he will sacrifice this method to block the unpredictable hardships for Shen Moli.

However, the cultivation of the dark shadow in the darkness obviously exceeded the expectations of the end armor.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang, and the towering mountain peak was suddenly shattered. An old turtle slowly walked from behind the crumbling mountain peaks with a slow pace.

The old turtle's eyes were scarlet, very similar to the appearance of the last carapace when it was affected by the hedron earlier. It roared angrily, and waves of fire continued to condense in its mouth, as if it could erupt at any moment.

"Let's go!" Seeing that he couldn't stop the old turtle, Mo Jia hurriedly said to Shen Moli.

He was seriously injured, but he didn't want to involve Shen Moli waiting for death with him here. Taking advantage of the strength he still had left, Mo Jia wanted to resist the old turtle who was caught in the illusion alone, so that Shen Moli could escape as far away as possible.

"Fight illusion with illusion, don't worry. Shen Moli said.

Listening to Shen Moli's words, Mo Jia was stunned. Shen Moli's high-level realm obviously couldn't resist the old turtle who had fallen into illusion madness, but with his dream illusion, he might be able to make some illusions in front of the old turtle.

"From. Shen Moli said, offering Wang Yang to carry his body together with Mojia, and flew into the air.

The surging waves are manipulating with the power of the soul, tumbling and swaying, looking from a distance, it looks like the long spike palace silk hanging in the air and swaying with the wind, the beautiful state, fluttering like a fairy.

It's just such an exquisite landscape, but it can't arouse the slightest good mood of Mojia. He looked at the bottom of the waves with a solemn face, and the old turtle that was approaching was constantly approaching, kneeling on the waves and clenching his fists, ready to sacrifice a stronger mountain to block the old turtle's attack again.

Hua Lang is like a tribute to soft satin, floating in the half-height position of the dark passage, and suddenly there is a phantom inadvertently separated from the waves very quickly, and at the moment when it is difficult to find with the naked eye, everything is restored to the original.

The old turtle raised his head, only to see Shen Moli riding the huge waves, floating over its head with the last armor, and flying towards the dark passage. The aura of Shen Moli and the others that diffused everywhere made the raging old turtle hesitate for a moment, and did not immediately catch up.

The old turtle has good eyesight, but his sense of smell is even better. It could clearly see the two people who were gradually flying away, but there was still an extremely strong aura of the two people around them, which made the old turtle suspicious.

The old turtle walked forward with his head raised his head and stared at the two people flying into the distance from the sea above his head, and the waves of fire in his mouth were still converging, gradually puffing out its cheeks into two huge balls.

"Mojia, can you still carve the appearance of a human with magic now?" Shen Moli asked, looking at the old turtle behind him who was not in a hurry to catch up.

"Naturally, it's no problem. Mojia answered.

Gathering mountains and rocks with magic power, not long after, two lifelike stone carvings of Shen Moli and Mojia have been formed.

"These two stone carvings still lack the breath of me and the contractor, can you ask the contractor to cut off a strand of hair for me?" asked Mojia.

While asking, Mojia cut off a strand of his own hair and put it into his own stone carving.