Looking at the look of worry that suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Holy Monk of the Xuan Scepter, Yu Linghe was also curious, and couldn't help but ask, "Holy Monk, what are you worried about?"

The Scepter Saint Monk hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew his gaze from Xue Mo's body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, Xue Mo couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The monk's eyes were like a mountain suppressing him so much that he couldn't move. It's a feeling that's hard to describe unless you experience it yourself.

He was secretly ruthless in his heart, and now grandpa is not your opponent. But one day, after Grandpa has comprehended all the abilities of his ancestors, he will avenge today's humiliation.

Since Xue Mo is a demon clan, he is definitely not a broad-minded person. For him, there is definitely revenge. But now that the situation is pressing, the strength and weakness are clear, if he dares to grin at the Xuanscepter Holy Monk, I am afraid that he will be ruthlessly suppressed immediately. And it is precisely because of this that he can only swallow his anger.

Those who know the times are Junjie, although Xue Mo doesn't know this sentence, but he understands the truth of this sentence very deeply.

"Hey......" The Xuanscepter Holy Monk sighed lightly and said, "Young Sect Master, have you heard of the Phantom Clan?"

Yu Linghe nodded slightly, and said, "According to ancient books, the Phantom Clan is a race that specializes in spiritual power in the Demon Race, and although its physical body is not strong enough, it is one of the most prestigious races in the Demon Race. ”

When he said this, Yu Linghe couldn't help but glance at Xue Mo.

Not strong enough in the flesh?

But this body that is not strong enough is already one of the few in the same level of the human race.

In terms of innate nature, the human race is indeed much inferior to all the races in the world. However, in this world, the human race is still one of the most powerful races, especially those peak powerhouses, even if they compete with the gods, they are not inferior.

The Xuan Scepter Holy Monk nodded slightly, and said, "Young Sect Master, can you know that according to legend, in ancient times, the powerhouses of the Phantom Clan even had the power to kill gods?"

Yu Linghe's eyelids jumped, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly thought of the situation when he first entered the Demon Cave Mansion, and the scene in the blood pool was not exactly the matter of killing gods?

The Xuanzhu Holy Monk smiled slightly, he naturally saw Yu Linghe's shocked look, but he thought that he was frightened by this news.

"Young Sect Master, since this demon of yours has obtained the ancient inheritance, then you have to be careful when you get along in the future. ”

Xue Mo glared at the Xuanscepter Holy Monk fiercely, plucked up his courage, and said angrily: "Old monk, I will never betray my master!"

Previously, he was also known as the young sect master of Linghe, but at this moment, he changed his name very familiarly.

The Xuanscepter Holy Monk's gaze turned and fell on Xue Mo, Xue Mo's head shrank, and the courage of the right talent suddenly disappeared, and he closed his mouth again. It's just that he was cautious and made a full look of vigilance.

Yu Linghe pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "Holy monk, rest assured, Xue Mo will never betray me." ”

The Xuanscepter Holy Monk was stunned, because he could hear the incomparable confidence in Yu Linghe's voice at this moment. It's a kind of confidence that everything is under control, and it makes it impossible to have the slightest doubt.

In fact, as long as that strand of Xumo's soul is suppressed under the target, there will be absolutely no surprise.

As Yu Linghe's strength continued to rise, the power in the target became more and more powerful. Moreover, the power in this target is more than a thousand times that of Yu Linghe's spiritual power, if even the soul power it suppresses can be ready to move, unless Yu Linghe dies first.

The Xuanscepter Holy Monk looked at Yu Linghe deeply, and said, "Amitabha, since the young sect master has confidence, it couldn't be better." His hands drooped, his robe suddenly covered his hands, and he said slowly: "Young Sect Master, since you have that kind of mind, why don't you practice it?"

Yu Linghe was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "What?"

The Xuanscepter Saint Monk smiled, but the aura on his body suddenly swelled, and the fierce momentum soared into the sky, instantly enveloping Linghe and the others.

However, although the momentum was surging, as soon as it approached Reiga's body, it suddenly disappeared into invisibility.

Yu Linghe watched silently for a long time, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

As he said in a fit of time, if the three of Yu Zi Kite were allowed to fight with the Xuanscepter Holy Monk, he didn't know who would be able to win the final victory. This was just his whim, but it aroused the curiosity of the Xuanscepter Holy Monk, and he actually took the initiative to take the test against the three of the Purple Kite.

Yu Linghe sighed secretly in his heart, this Xuanscepter Holy Monk is also a wonderful flower in the Buddhist sect.

Didn't he know that no matter whether he won or lost, this battle would not do him any good?

If he wins the battle, it will be a matter of course, but he will end up with a bad reputation as a bully. But if it's the slightest negligence...... It will be a huge blow to his reputation.

At the very least, Yu Linghe would never make the same choice as him.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Linghe's body moved slightly, and he was already floating away like a ghost, leaving the aura of the Xuanscepter Holy Monk.

Although Yu Ziyuan is the person he cares about the most, and Bailongma is his combat partner, leaving at this moment, he is inevitably suspected of escaping, but he still resolutely leaves.

Moreover, whether it was Yu Zi Kite or Bai Longma, they did not complain, but were full of fighting spirit, and showed extreme excitement for the upcoming battle.

They were all able to understand Yu Linghe's thoughts, and whether they won or lost this battle, it would be of great benefit to them.

After all, this is a confrontation with a strong person, a treatment that many people can't dream of, and if they miss it, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.

However, the feeling of Xue Mo is very different.

His face became extremely miserable, and his body trembled slightly, which was frightened by the previous glance of the Holy Monk of the Scepter.

At this moment, he wondered in his heart whether this holy monk was going to kill him in the name of competition? Feeling the gradually worsening aura of Buddhism around him, Xue Mo's heart was horizontal, and the innate fierce aura of the demon clan suddenly burst out unscrupulously.

No matter what this old monk thinks, but if you want Lao Tzu's life, Lao Tzu will never let you feel better!

Xue Mo opened his mouth, and his teeth suddenly swelled, and he roared like this, and pounced on the Xuanscepter Holy Monk.

The White Dragon Horse and Yu Zi Kite were both shocked in their hearts, and the sudden outburst of Xue Mo exceeded their expectations.

Fighting against a strong man like the Xuanscepter Holy Monk, where can you be so reckless, you have to fight steadily and steadily, step by step, so that you can hold on to one or two more......

However, for some reason, looking at Xue Mo in such a crazy state, their hearts were also faintly touched.

Yu Linghe frowned even more, this ink is really crazy.

Although this guy's body is far stronger than that of normal human peers, he has never heard of rumors that the Phantom Clan is good at hand-to-hand combat.

The Xuan Scepter Holy Monk's sleeves were unfurled, and a gentle force was suddenly released.

He couldn't see through why Xue Mo pounced on him like crazy, but since the other party insisted on doing so, he was unwilling.

As soon as the power made contact with Xue Mo's body, he heard Xue Mo scream and flew backwards at a faster speed than when he came. At the same time, Xue Mo opened his mouth and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood splattered all over his body, looking indescribably miserable.

The holy monk of Xuanzhu was stunned, he is a contemporary holy monk, and he is a strong person in Buddhism.

However, with a casual wave of his sleeves, he was able to severely injure the powerhouse of the Phantom Clan, who had obtained the ancient inheritance......

The Scepter Monk glanced at his sleeves, when did this soft robe become so powerful?

The white dragon horse hissed, and there was a strong anger in that voice.

It didn't have a lifelong friendship with Xue Mo, but at this time, it was in a team. Since it was beaten by the Scepter Monk, it has to seek justice.

Without thinking, the white dragon horse pounced on the tiger one by one, whether it was momentum or power, it was far from being comparable to the appearance of Xue Mo's half-hanging.

"Boom ......"

The Xuanscepter Holy Monk waved his sleeves and fought again, but he immediately found that the strength of the White Dragon Horse was far from being comparable to the head of the silver spear candle of Xue Mo, and even he had a trace of unsteady footing from the violent impact.

The white dragon horse took a step back and opened its mouth, and a stream of cold currents filled the void, and the cold qi that Frost Yuju was born to control was vividly stimulated by it.

At the same time, behind it, a white Snow Lotus Divine Sword also moved.

The chill energy composed of the purple kite and the white dragon horse went towards the Xuanscepter Holy Monk like a storm.

Although the ranks of the two sides are not the same, they can't stop the fiery heart of these two people who have crossed the ranks.

Xue Mo landed on the ground, and a grunt crawled up, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

He sprayed a mouthful of blood, and sure enough, he let the white dragon horse take the lead. was entangled by the son of luck of the white dragon horse, Lao Tzu wanted to see how this Buddhist powerhouse could easily get out?

If the White Dragon Horse was just an ordinary Fusion Spirit Beast, Xue Mo naturally wouldn't have any confidence in it.

However, the white dragon horse is the son of luck, so Xue Mo believes that there will definitely be something good to play.

However, at this moment, a sneer suddenly came into his ears. Xue Mo was stunned, and shouted in his heart that it was not good. He ******** just in time to get rid of the pressure of the Scepter Saint Monk on him, but he forgot that there was still a strong man here who was not inferior to the Holy Monk.

Xue Mo's face changed drastically, he roared, and his hands were raised, pressed against his temples.

An indescribable aura of terror emanated from his body and spread wildly around him.

Xue Mo's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and a strange beam of light suddenly took shape, and came out towards the **** in the battle group.

Mental power, condensation formed!

This is the innate ability of the Phantom Clan, although the red beam is only a condensation of spiritual power, but it is unparalleled, even the physical body can cut it.

For a while, the three powerful Xuan Fusion Masters joined forces and launched the most fierce attack on the Xuan Scepter Holy Monk.

(To be continued.) )