Rumble!

The evil qi that was wrapped around Murong Yun was split into two sections by the cyan sword ray, and then it was shattered by the fierce sword intent that followed, turning into bursts of turbid qi, which slowly dissipated between heaven and earth as the mountain wind blew.

Under the power of the Twelve Swords of the Mandate of Heaven, the yin and evil qi turned by the resentment of mortals in the world could not be resisted at all.

The cyan sword ray, after cutting through Murong Yun's protective body, released a terrifying sword intent, and the residual momentum slashed towards his body.

If this sword is cut on his body, don't say that his physical strength has reached the realm of the innate seventh layer, even if the body of the eighth layer of the innate is cut into two pieces.

You must know that this is the strongest technique above all spells, a method of magic, with unpredictable power, revered by non-monks, called supernatural powers!

Seeing that this kind of supernatural power was about to lean on Murong Yun's body, Li Mo's eyes flashed with thought, and he sighed lightly, the secret path couldn't kill him for the time being, and he still had a lot of things to figure out.

For example, the Murong family, how many elixirs did they secretly pick behind the sect's back, where did the magic weapon in Murong Yun's hand come from, and who is the evil cultivator who destroyed the village in the mountains and drew souls.

You can't kill him until you figure it all out.

From the moment he knocked off Murong Yun's mask, he knew that the masked man who fled must be Liu Shen.

As for why Murong Yun wanted to kill him and who was hiding behind him, Li Mo already had a guess in his heart.

Thinking of this, Li Mo withdrew most of the chaotic power in the sword through the air, leaving only the power that could severely damage Murong Yun, but not to threaten him.

"Brush"

The sword that had greatly reduced its power slashed at Murong Yun's body, cutting out a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

In an instant, blood was flying, coughing up blood in his mouth, Murong Yun's entire body lost control, flew out sideways, and fell to the ground and could no longer move.

The fierce battle between the two ended with Li Mo's victory.

Even though Murong Yun was holding a fourth-order magic weapon and carrying the treasures given by the ancestor on his body, he still couldn't fight Li Mo.

He was too powerful, like a monster, the Chaos God Body swept through the opponent, even if it was a few realms higher than him, he was crushed by him with absolute strength, like a young king.

As soon as the twelve swords of the Mandate of Heaven came out, they slashed all the evil demons and crooked ways.

call

Li Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, stabilized the chaotic force stirring in his body, and then slowly walked to Murong Yun's side.

At this moment, he was unconscious, covered in blood, a terrible wound extended from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, a steady stream of blood gushed out of the wound, the ground was stained red with blood, if he was treated again, he would drain the blood and die.

Although Murong Yun had lost consciousness, the bloody blade that he was holding tightly in his hand was still flashing a little red, and wisps of evil qi gushed out from the blade, along his arm, into Murong Yun's body, as if he wanted to wake him up and get up to continue killing.

"The host has been defeated, and you still want to recreate and kill, so you can't leave it." Li Mo said in a cold tone.

Li Mo shot out a stream of spiritual power with his backhand, and took the bloody blade out of the air, in order to prevent the evil qi in the knife from eroding into his storage bag to the items, he took out a storage bag separately, held the bloody blade with spiritual power, and put it into the storage bag.

This magic weapon can erode the sanity of any monk who touches it, turning it into a shell that only knows how to kill. Although Li Mo thought that he was firm in his mind and was not afraid of the erosion of magic weapons, in order to prevent accidents, he still did not touch it with his own hands and kept a safe distance.

After putting it into the storage bag, Li Mo put the storage bag away, and when he was ready to go back, he asked Shizun to help destroy it, and it was best to integrate it into the Heavenly Mandate Sword, and try to see if he could raise the Heavenly Mandate Sword to a fourth-order magic weapon.

After dealing with the matter of the bloody blade, Li Mo took out a few pills from the storage bag to stop the bleeding and heal Murong Yun's injuries, worried that he would be too seriously injured and die here.

At least, he can't die until everything is figured out.

On the ground, Murong Yun, who had been disturbed by the magic weapon, had already lost consciousness, his face was pale, his blood was dry, his black hair turned gray, and the muscles above and below his body atrophied, like a withered body, like an old man, completely devoid of his previous demeanor.

This is caused by the Blood Blade being controlled and draining the essence and blood from the body.

On his body, he was cut out one after another by the infinite sword intent, and wisps of blood continued to gush out, and the most serious wound was the one on his chest, which was deep in the bones, hideous and terrifying, and it was a fatal wound.

This is the wound left by the Twelve Swords of Destiny.

If Li Mo hadn't withdrawn most of his strength in time, there was no doubt that Murong Yun would have been cut into two pieces and died under a single sword.

After Li Mo stuffed the healing pill into Murong Yun's mouth, a soft light visible to the naked eye flickered, enveloping him, only to see that the dense wound on his body was gradually healing, and the most serious sword wound on his chest had also improved, although it had not healed yet, but the bleeding had stopped, and Murong Yun's breath had slowly improved a little.

At least, life was saved.

"Honestly wait for the judgment of the sect." Li Mo said coldly.

After coldly throwing down this sentence, Li Mo waved his backhand, and a prohibition appeared, enveloping Murong Yun and isolating his breath from the outside world, so that the demon beasts in the valley could not feel his breath.

He was going to snatch the Dragon Tiger Grass now, and he didn't have time to stay here to protect Murong Yun.

It has been a long time since the dragon tiger grass matured, and if it is not picked in time, the medicinal properties contained in it will be lost.

After the forbidden forming, Li Mo turned around and looked towards the place where the dragon and tiger grass was.

In the center of the valley, a palm-sized elixir, with the mountain breeze blowing, swaying slightly, the breeze blows, a medicinal fragrance that is difficult to express in words, rushing to the nose, the whole valley is filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, smelling a mouthful, can make people refresh.

Above the body of the medicine, the spiritual power flowed, the colorful glow was swirling, and within a radius of more than ten zhang, because the aura was too strong, a mist rose.

Looking through the mist, in the hazy depths, the colorful light was swirling, and the vision was amazing, making this elixir look as if it was growing in a fairyland, not a mortal thing.

Within a hundred zhang around the elixir, it was a forbidden area for all the demon beasts in the valley, except for the third-order demon beasts, any creature that dared to step into this range would be torn to pieces by the three-headed demon beasts.

The golden crow that had broken off one of its wings turned into a scorching sun, and its whole body was wrapped with terrifying flames and terrifying temperatures, so that no demon beast dared to approach it.

A consensus has been reached that the black gold python and the white-haired giant ape, who share the dragon and tiger grass, are also extremely afraid of the terrifying flames.