The blood fell and the spear was dyed red, and the soul was cold in the black forest—inscription

Mo Yuan stood on the back of the iron-eating turtle with a fire-tipped spear, and the earth spirit shield that exuded a faint aura protected a person and a turtle, confronting the person standing on the boulder opposite.

The person on the opposite side was wearing the clothes of Tianque Castle, his eyes were slender, his face was full of scars, he was cultivated at the peak of the thirteenth layer, and he was full of evil energy, and at a glance, he knew that he was not a person to provoke.

Mo Yuan didn't want to fight with the other party, but he was also unwilling to give up the five purple monkey flowers in front of him, this number, no matter where it was placed, would definitely attract the monk to fight.

"This fellow Daoist of Tianque Castle, you and I are both people of the thirteenth layer of Qi refining, no one should think of easily helping the other party when fighting, but if we lose both sides of the fight, it will inevitably be taken advantage of by others, in my opinion, why don't you and I value harmony, how about dividing these five herbs equally."

Mo Yuan said loudly, giving a suggestion that was quite good, if the other party was a reasonable person, he should not refuse.

In this forbidden place, it is not a good thing for the strong to compete.

"Deuce, lose both?!!" The person on the other side looked at Mo Yuan, repeated Mo Yuan's two words in his mouth, and sneered, full of mocking tones.

"Boy, you can't help but think too highly of yourself, you dare to say that both sides are defeated in front of me Feng Yue, I don't think you know how to write dead words!

"Today, whether it's the purple monkey flower or your life, I'll want it all!!"

Feng Yue stared at Mo Yuan with both eyes, as if he was looking at his prey, and while speaking, he raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, revealing a cruel smile, looking like he had eaten Mo Yuan.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan's face was slightly gloomy, he was kind of talking, but he was not afraid of the other party.

Back then, in the secular martial arts, his name of jade-faced exploration of the flower Moyuan was also a famous town, and the ghost hand Mo Juren, the master of the Lanzhou Surprise Jiao Society, was called the north and south two ink in the martial arts of the Yue Kingdom, and there were few opponents, and now he has entered the world of cultivating immortals, although he has restrained his arrogance, but it does not mean that he has no temper.

"Do you want to do it with you?" As he spoke, Mo Yuan pressed the storage bag with his left hand.

"Boy, tell me, do you want me to roast you inch by inch with fire, or do you want me to cut you with a knife!" Feng Yue stretched out his long tongue and licked it around his lips, smiling fiercely, with a crazy look flashing in his eyes.

It's disgusting!

Mo Yuan secretly cursed in his heart, it turned out that this person was actually a murderous madman, no wonder he had to fight him here!

Just as Mo Yuan was about to take the lead and take the lead, there was a slight movement in the woods on the other side, and Mo Yuan and Feng Yue suddenly looked at it vigilantly.

"Who's there, get out!" Feng Yue shouted.

Under the gaze of the two of them, they saw a black-faced monk slap a protective shield on his body, and then cautiously walked out of that side. The man looked at Mo Yuan and Feng Yue who were facing each other here, and his face was full of the words "cautious and cautious".

"It's him!" Mo Yuan was shocked when he saw this person's appearance clearly.

This person turned out to be the black-faced monk of the Yellow Maple Valley, and he didn't fall into the hands of Ge Hu and the monk surnamed Yan!

It's not easy!

Since this person appeared here, the two of them were afraid that they were already more than lucky.

Whether it was killing those two people or escaping from those two people, this person must have some ability.

Mo Yuan thought about it for a while, and instantly came up with an idea, and immediately said loudly:

"This fellow Daoist of Yellow Maple Valley, has that Tianque Fort monk surnamed Yan already asked you to kill him? It just so happens that you and I will join forces to take down this person from Tianque Fort, so that he will not leak out the news that you killed the person of Tianque Fort, as for the five purple monkey flowers, you and I can divide them equally. ”

When the black-faced monk of Yellow Maple Valley heard this, his face instantly darkened a little, but he also reacted very quickly, and immediately answered:

"Daoist friend said and laughed, my cultivation is low, how can I kill that person, that person and your senior brother in Spirit Beast Mountain are not evenly divided, and they were killed by your senior brother Ge."

"The surname is Yan, is it Yan Jia's idiot!" Feng Yue heard the conversation between the two, and a name flashed in his heart, but he was not interested in it at all.

It's just a fool, and if you die, you're dead.

"I have no intention of participating in the affairs of the two of you, and I will take my leave!" The black-faced monk didn't pay attention to Mo Yuan's words, and when he saw the two of them staring at him, he quickly dropped a word, turned around and ran, looking at his body, it seemed to be a fusion of secular light skills and wind control techniques, and the speed was much faster than ordinary wind control skills.

"Where to run!"

Mo Yuan didn't move, but that Feng Yue didn't want to let this person go, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and a dazzling yellow light shot towards the black-faced monk.

Hearing only a "bang", the yellow mang and a black shield sacrificed by the black-faced monk slammed together, and was bounced upside down a few feet, and the black-faced monk took the opportunity to flicker a few times and completely disappeared into the forest.

Mo Yuan didn't pay attention to the black-faced monk, his eyes were fixed on the strange flying knife suspended in the air, emitting yellow light, and his face became a little ugly.

"Fu Bao!!" Mo Yuan spat out two words from his mouth.

"It's really unfortunate to let him escape!"

Feng Yue saw that he had not been able to kill the black-faced monk with one blow, and his face was a little gloomy. However, when he turned his head to look at Mo Yuan's sinking face, he laughed again.

"Boy, it's up to you—"

Before Feng Yue's words fell, a black light behind him flew towards him.

Feng Yue's face changed, his fingers moved, and the strange knife in the air instantly turned into a yellow light, colliding with the black light, and the black light was only cut in half in an instant.

Immediately, Feng Yue sacrificed another umbrella-shaped magic weapon, and as soon as this umbrella was opened, a yellow circular ball of light was released in an instant, enveloping Feng Yue in it, and then Feng Yue looked at the black light that was shooting at him.

It was a black throwing knife weapon.

Mo Yuan sighed in his heart when he saw that the attack had not worked.

It turned out that just now, when Mo Yuan took advantage of Feng Yue's attention on the black-faced monk, he quietly released the flying knife magic weapon, trying to surprise Feng Yue.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

At their level, the mid-level magic weapon was really completely insufficient.

But apart from the fire-tipped spear in his hand that he had received from the sect, that mid-level magic weapon was already the best magic weapon in Mo Yuan's storage bag.

"Intermediate magic weapon, boy, you dare to look down on me so much!"

After that Feng Yue saw the quality of the flying knife, he was actually furious at this moment, only to feel that Mo Yuan was underestimating him by using a mid-level magic weapon against him, and he couldn't stand to be despised the most.

However, Mo Yuan was not interested in the strange thoughts of the madman.

The sneak attack didn't work, and the other party had a sharp weapon like a rune treasure, Mo Yuan looked at the other party's thunderous jump, and it was absolutely impossible to stop and retreat, sighed, and took out a spirit talisman from the storage bag.

If it weren't really a last resort, Mo Yuan didn't want to use such desperate means as a spirit talisman in this forbidden place, after the effect of the spirit talisman ended, his aura would also be exhausted, and at that time, even if he killed this Feng Yue, he would also become very dangerous.

But there are five purple monkey flowers here, and the purple monkey flowers, as one of the main medicines of Tsukidan, are extremely precious, and it is absolutely impossible for him to retreat like this.

"Madman, I'll say it again, it's too late for you to retreat now."

"Death!"

In response to Mo Yuan, it was Feng Yue's angry roar.

Mo Yuan didn't hesitate any longer, the aura communicated and turned into a spiritual rune, the talisman turned into light and integrated into the body, his mind sank into the jade book, and the golden page turned to the page of the earth fire map by itself.

In an instant, flames poured out of the picture, and Mo Yuan's seven orifices ignited the fire, and in an instant, he turned into a burning man.

On the other side, Feng Yue, who originally had a hideous and crazy look, saw Mo Yuan's strange change, his face froze, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it still did not retreat.

He has rune treasures in attack, and Huang Luo umbrella in defense, and under the foundation, he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.

Here, Mo Yuan, who incarnated as a fire man, left the earth spirit cover of the iron-eating turtle with the fire-tipped spear in his hand, and fortunately, the fire-tipped spears were all made of fire-based materials, which had extremely high fire resistance, otherwise he would have to be directly melted by the high temperature of the Moyuan flame at this moment.

After Mo Yuan left, the Iron Eater Turtle directly performed the Escape Technique and integrated into the land under him, and Feng Yue on the other side saw this situation, and his face became a little ugly.

This strange burning man was not easy to deal with at first glance, and now that the iron-eating turtle has disappeared again, the situation seems to be getting troublesome.

Mo Yuan didn't talk nonsense, holding a gun in one hand, and directly used the marksmanship he learned in the secular martial arts back then.

This was the inspiration he had only just gotten from the black-faced monk.

The fire-tipped spear threw out a few spear flowers, and Mo Yuan stabbed directly at Feng Yue.

Feng Yue didn't know the details of Mo Yuan, and when he saw the fire-tipped spear that was dancing furiously coming, his face showed a bit of solemnity, and he commanded the flying knife rune treasure to meet the enemy.

Mo Yuan didn't care about the flying knife, let the flying knife pierce through its flame head, and at this moment he used the pear blossom rain marksmanship, and the spear head fell like raindrops on the ball of light released by the Huang Luo umbrella, crackling and crackling.

Inside the ball of light, Feng Yue's imperial envoy's flying knife pierced Mo Yuan's limbs, head, and heart, but Mo Yuan seemed to be nothing, and his face finally became ugly.

Mo Yuan struck wildly, but the ball of light only shook and deformed, without the slightest intention of breaking, and Mo Yuan stopped.

Inside the ball of light, looking at the still strong Huang Luo umbrella, Feng Yue's face also looked a little better. Although he can't do anything with the fire man, this fire man seems to have no choice but to him.

This fire man is so weird, he doesn't believe that the other party can keep this form all the time, and when his spiritual power is exhausted, he won't let him handle it.

Mo Yuan stared at the ball of light for a while, stuck the fire-tipped spear on the ground, put his hands together, and began to chant words in the mouth formed by the flames.

After a few attempts, soon, a compressed fireball containing powerful flame power was about to take shape in Mo Yuan's hands.

In the ball of light, Feng Yue watched the fireball in Mo Yuan's hand gradually grow larger, and then compressed and condensed, his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but lose his voice.

"Advanced Spell !!"

Beginner and high-level spells, most of them are cast by foundation building monks, although the talented people in the Qi refining period monks can also learn them, but relatively speaking, some of the gains outweigh the losses, neither can they exert their maximum power, but at the same time, the spiritual power of the Qi refining period monks can not support a few times, and the enemy will not give them a long time to cast spells and chant spells.

However, at this moment, Feng Yue saw with his own eyes that a high-level spell had actually taken shape in the hands of this flame man in just an instant.

Feng Yue's face changed drastically, some of the more extreme and perverted spells in the high-level spells, their power was close to the blow of the foundation building monk.

And that fireball, the spiritual pressure released at this moment, gave Feng Yue this feeling.

The shield released by his Huang Luo umbrella may not be able to withstand it.

A top-level defensive weapon can defend against the attacks of the Tsukiji Monks, but that is only if they are also used by the Tsukiji Monks.

The ability that a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator can exert when using it is naturally not comparable to that of a Foundation Cultivator when using it

Feng Yue's mind was spinning like lightning, and he finally had the intention of retreating, not knowing that this person from Spirit Beast Mountain was such a tricky stubble.

"Die!!"

The flames on Mo Yuan's body rolled like waves, and the completely formed fireball in his right hand suddenly burst out, and as soon as Feng Yue wanted to slip away, the fireball was already in front of him.

Hearing a boom, as soon as the fireball came into contact with the ball of light, it burst open instantly, directly exploding the ball of light.

The Burst Fireball Technique is a spell that is so extreme that it only pursues power.

This technique is extremely powerful, comparable to the full force of the foundation building monk.

But again, there are big drawbacks, fireballs are thrown, the flight speed is slow, it is difficult to hit the enemy, and the cast speed is long, and normal enemies will not give people cast time.

However, Mo Yuan's body of flames greatly reduced the casting time, and cast spells with the body of flames, the power was a few points higher than the original, and he relied on the characteristics of the body of flames to directly hold the fireball and bombard it, making up for the lack of attack speed.

The ball of light exploded, and that Feng Yue actually put a few more defensive shields on his body at the last moment, and at this moment, although he was seriously injured by the aftermath of the explosion, he was not dead.

I saw a flash of inspiration on his feet, and his speed became extremely fast in an instant, and he was about to slip away, but how could Mo Yuan let him leave at this moment.

The Burst Fireball Technique also had an effect on Mo Yuan, whose flame body was a little thinner and shorter than before.

Although the flames generated by the Burst Fireball Technique were harmless to Mo Yuan, they even faintly recovered some of the consumed spiritual power after being absorbed by Mo Yuan.

But the Burst Fireball technique not only has the power of fire, but also the power of explosion.

The shock wave generated by the explosion made Mo Yuan's flame body tremble, and if it was more powerful, it might be able to directly disperse the flame body.

Fortunately, this influence was nothing to Mo Yuan's flame body, and in an instant, it became like nothing happened.

Seeing that Feng Yue was about to escape, Mo Yuan's flame hand quickly pulled out the fire-tipped spear inserted in the ground, only to see that his flaming right hand instantly swelled in a huge circle, and fiercely projected the fire-tipped spear.

The spear turned into a red streamer, bringing a sonic boom and shooting towards Feng Yue's fleeing figure.

Hearing Feng Yue's scream, he lost the protection of the top-level defensive magic weapon, and the shield formed by the talisman on his body was pierced by the fire-tipped spear at the moment of contact, and the head of the spear was unstoppable, directly out of the chest, and flew forward for a distance, taking Feng Yue's body, and sticking diagonally on the ground.

All movement came to an abrupt halt.

Scarlet blood flowed along the barrel of the gun, and the red tassels were stained with a bit of compassion.

The forest is boundless, the wind rises, and the leaves fall.

“…… Tick...... Tick ......"

The whirring wind mingles with the ticking sound.

This is the requiem of life.