When the two chased after him, the smile on Mo Li's face disappeared in a flash.

His original intention was to lure these two people away, and the other party's pursuit of such cooperation was exactly what he wanted.

"Your methods are nothing more than that, what kind of space blockade, it's really ridiculous and generous!"

"A cat and a dog want to beat our Lanyan Academy's idea, in the next life!"

"Hahaha! The master is gone! ”

Mo Li entered the state of Dunjia again, and did not forget to leave a cruel word arrogantly before leaving.

Cultivating the art of heavenly machines, his character has always been cautious, and the reason why this is so is to provoke the emotions of the two, so that the two of them only want to pursue themselves wholeheartedly, and have no time to hurt those ordinary people.

From just appearing to escaping at this moment, Mo Centrifugal has already arranged several sets of tactical plans, and this one is the most simple, direct and effective at the moment.

Not only can you hold back the enemy, but you will also have a chance to take them down.

Among the two, the leader has an arrogant and domineering personality, and he must not be able to stand such a stimulus, and he will definitely catch up.

The entire human realm is supported by a great array of protectors.

These two people in the lower realm have probably already been discovered by the masters of the Lanyan Academy Palace who maintain the operation of the formation.

As long as the two of them chase after him, there will soon be people from the Lanyan Academy Palace to help him.

"Edict!"

While Mo Li was leaving, he reached out and grabbed a piece of dead grass, and with a flash of light in his hand, the dead grass turned into a gray snake and swam in another direction, with an astonishing speed.

This is the method of transmitting the message that he used to use Qimen Dunjia, and the entire human world can only be seen by those who practice the art of heavenly machines in the Lanyan Academy.

He has always been steady in his work, so naturally he will not only wait for others to rescue, but also seek help himself.

His hometown is not too far from the East China Sea, and the message just now was sent to the direction of the East China Sea tribes.

The East China Sea Wan Clan has been very close to the Lanyan Academy Palace in recent years, and the two sides have been in close contact, Mo Li and a Yaksha genius have intersected Mo Li, he believes that the other party will never stand by when he sees his message.

With the help of the Yakshas, his safety is guaranteed.

"it!"

"Here we go again!"

Mo Li hurriedly ran his True Qi to dodge, and when his figure appeared ten zhang away, the original position had been split by a sword light for more than a zhang.

"It's dangerous! Luckily, I got the timing right! ”

He frowned, and once again entered the state of Dunjia, and his body instantly accelerated.

Casting Qimen Dunjia, with Mo Li's current cultivation, there is a time limit every time he enters the state of Dunjia.

As the pursuit progressed, the two people who came down from the divine realm also sensed this, so they seized the opportunity to attack every time.

None of them are easy people, but every time they attack, it seems as if they have been calculated by the other party, and every time they are almost a little bit, they just can't hurt the other party.

"Damn it!"

"This nether waste's escape technique is so annoying!"

The noble man's eyebrows were full of evil anger, he had never thought that a guy whose cultivation was far lower than his own would be able to escape so many tricks in his own hands.

If this spreads, won't his reputation in the Divine Realm be the same as that of the Waste Saint Son of the Fire Clan in the future.

His heart was on fire, and there was a faint thunder in his eyes, and the momentum on his body was about to explode.

"Holy Son, no!"

"The elder has repeatedly instructed that you must not use our clan's secret techniques in the Nether Realm, nor can you use our clan's escape techniques, because it will be too easy to reveal your identity."

On the side, another person hurriedly admonished and stopped.

When the man in the precious robe heard this, the momentum on his body suddenly leaked.

As the Holy Son of ThunderClan, it was the first time he had acted so restrained.

Although he was confident that he could catch up with the other party by casting Thunder Escape, violating the elder's order was equivalent to violating the clan rules, even if he was the Holy Son of the ThunderClan, he would also be punished.

For the sake of a nether waste, it can't be done.

"Ben Shengzi knows, continue to chase!"

With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the flying sword he had just chopped, and then walked with the sword, turning into a sword light and chasing after Mo Li in the direction of escape.

Another ThunderClan elite breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and also chased after him.

This time, the Ten Thousand Clans did not achieve the results they deserved, and the luck that the Thunder Clan shared this time was far less than before, which made the Thunder Clan Patriarch furious, and even affected this Holy Son, who had always been above the top.

Just because before the Great Contest of All Races, this Thunder Clan Holy Son injured his meridians in order to cultivate a secret technique, and had to retreat for a period of time to heal his injuries.

All the ThunderClan disciples thought that if their Holy Son participated in the Great Contest of All Races, he would definitely be able to achieve better results than he was now, so that the ThunderClan, which had gone downhill, would continue his luck and create brilliance.

But the Holy Son of ThunderClan was injured at that time, and all the disciples of ThunderClan threw the responsibility to the Holy Son of ThunderClan.

However, the Holy Son of ThunderClan had no way to refute it, and his injury was indeed due to his own reasons.

And this time in the lower realm, he can be regarded as making up for his merits, and he already has fire in his stomach, and when he is out of the realm, he encounters a provocation from a disciple of the Lanyan Academy, which naturally adds fuel to the fire.

"When that Lanyan Academy disciple is caught, this Holy Son must let him taste the punishment of Thunder Purgatory!"

The ThunderClan Holy Son clenched his fists fiercely, and the true qi in his body ran wildly, and he continued to increase his efforts to perform the technique of flying away.

Ahead, Mo Li's figure appeared from the state of Dunjia again.

"Good chance!"

The ThunderClan Son seized the opportunity and immediately struck.

The flying sword under him flew out like thunder.

With a bang, Mo Li's position was slashed by a sword light, but it was cut into the air again, and it slashed to the top of a mountain cliff.

The corner of the cliff was directly cut down, and countless boulders fell and fell on the sea surface of the cliff, stirring up more than ten zhang of waves.

And Mo Li's figure hid in the waves, and then disappeared again.

"I'm!"

"Dare to run to the beach, this is your own death, don't blame Ben Shengzi!"

The ThunderClan Son laughed angrily, a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

The thunder in his eyes flashed, and he no longer concealed the traces of his own exercises, and directly performed the Thunder Clan exercises, as well as the extremely fast Thunder Escape Technique.

This time, the ThunderClan elite who followed him didn't stop it either.

Above the surface of the sea, you can cover the traces brought by the Thunder Clan exercises, and it is not a big problem.

He himself was also wrapped in thunder and lightning, although his speed was not as fast as the real thunder escape technique, but under the stimulation of thunder, his speed was still much faster than before.

The two of them were like electricity, one after the other, and when Mo Li reappeared, they surrounded them in the middle.

"This time, look where you want to run!"

"Give me death!"

The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan walked out of the thunder light, the flying sword in his hand was like a thunder scepter, and the whole person was like a god in the world, and the momentum was overwhelming.

A thunderbolt full of destructive aura instantly slashed towards Mo Li.

Seeing this, Mo Li did not dodge again.

"Qimen Dunjia, open!"

He took a long time, and the magic seal in his hand was quickly pinched out, and a circle of magic circle light of nine palace gossip appeared around his body.