The appearance of the town guard boy again made Mo Jue and the others nervous, and they all took out their weapons and looked at the young figure vigilantly.

Only the hopeless monk still retained the indifferent appearance just now, and after seeing the figure of the town guard boy, he asked suspiciously: "Huh? Why is there a little benefactor here? The little monk didn't see it when he came last time." ”

Mo Jueyan's eyes froze when he heard this, and a lot of information could be deduced from the words of the hopeless monk: he didn't have it last time, but now he suddenly appeared, and then he thought of the time when the hopeless monk jumped off the platform.

It was easy to deduce that after Mo Jue broke through the formation eye, the town guard boy on the platform shattered with the stage formation, and then reorganized here.

In this case, there are two possibilities: one is that the stage formation has not been cracked, this is the fifth stage, and even the hopeless monk may be an illusion.

The second is that it is not the stage formation at all that guards the boy's sustenance, but this strange door.

Thinking of this, Mo couldn't help but glance at the hopeless monk a few times, and finally felt that the second possibility was more likely.

Tightening the long sword in his hand, Mo Jue stepped forward slowly, no matter what, he had to explore this door, this may be the only way out they can find at the moment.

Seeing Mo Jue stepping forward, Fan Wenxuan and the others hurriedly followed, in case there was any emergency, they would have to take care of it.

"Well, why are you so afraid, is there something wrong with this little benefactor?"

The hopeless monk followed behind a few people suspiciously, and asked suspiciously.

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qinghai's whole person in front of him suddenly trembled, obviously frightened, when he turned around and whispered: "Shhhh

He has personally experienced the horror of the boy guarding the town, and if he does it again, he will not be sure whether he can survive Lu Qinghai at all.

At this moment, Mo Jue had already arrived at the door.

As soon as he stepped forward, Mo Jue found that the aura next to the door was so thick that it was almost condensed into substance, and it could only be perceived when it was very close to the door, not far away.

[It seems that the aura of the entire space has been attracted here...]

Mo Jue secretly said in his heart, this is not bad news, on the contrary, it is good news.

As long as there is an aura, Mo Jue and the others will not starve to death here, but that is after solving the problem of guarding the boy.

Thinking of this, Mo Jue exhaled a turbid breath and put his hand on the door.

With a cool breath coming, Mo Jue's spiritual power surged wildly towards his hand uncontrollably, and by the time he wanted to pull his hand back, it was too late, and his hand was firmly sucked on the door.

In just a moment, the spiritual power in Mo Jue's body had already been exhausted, and Mo Jue couldn't bear such a terrifying consumption speed, so he hurriedly ran the exercises, transforming the surrounding spiritual energy into spiritual power in the input gate.

Even though Mo Jue was already running the exercises at full strength, the speed of his transformation was only equal to the speed of consumption, forming a strange cycle.

Sensing the violent spiritual power fluctuations on Mo Jue's body, the fool knew that this was an unexpected situation, and Fan Wenxuan immediately stepped forward and put his hand on Mo Jue's shoulder.

The latter's spiritual power fluctuations only appeared when he put his hand on the door, so Fan Wenxuan didn't ask Mo Jue at the first time, but chose to find out about Mo Jue's situation.

What he didn't expect, however, was that as his hand rested on Mo Jue's shoulder, the suction on the door suddenly strengthened by several points.

Fan Wenxuan's spiritual power was also instantly absorbed by six or seven percent, which was still the result of Mo Jue acting as a buffer in front.

"Quick... Help..."

In just an instant, Fan Wenxuan reacted, and after squeezing out a few words from between his teeth, he made the same choice as Mo Jue.

The addition of Fan Wenxuan caused the suction on the door to suddenly increase by a few points, just stuck at the limit of the two people, and the speed of consuming and replenishing spiritual power was maintained at this balance point, no more, no less.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the suction power on this door increases with the number of people, and it can be seen that the spiritual power required is not a few, and if it is not satisfied, the two of them will have to be consumed here.

After Lu Qingge and the others heard Fan Wenxuan's words, they hurriedly put their hands on the shoulders of the rest of them, forming a small circle around this door.

However, this time they were mentally prepared, and they didn't make any trouble because of the sudden increase in the suction on the door.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Jue and the others absorbed this spiritual energy and transformed it into spiritual power, and the suction on the door over there took away their spiritual power.

The process of repeating the cycle made Mo Jue feel a little impatient in his heart, who knows how much spiritual power this door needs to stop, and the transformation of spiritual energy is also limited, once the spiritual energy in this space is used up by them, then the situation will be dangerous.

Thinking of this, Mo Jue opened his eyes and wanted to see if there was any way to break the game.

In fact, this kind of transformation process is not without benefits at all, at least Mo Jue has now begun to get used to it, and he can even use it for two purposes.

Only then did he realize that the phantom of the boy guarding the door was becoming more and more condensed, and he believed that it would not be long before the latter would become the same as when Mo Jue first saw him.

This made the corners of Mo Jue's mouth can't help but rise a wry smile, what is this? Using his spiritual power to condense the figure of the town guard boy is not hostile to anything?

[Hmm, the suction seems to be a little smaller...]

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Jue feels that the suction force is not as great as it was at the beginning, which means that the process of guarding the boy's body is coming to an end.

For the current Mo Jue and the others, this is not a good thing, after all, the spiritual power in their bodies is only two or three percent at most, and they will be used up in a short time if they really want to fight.

Perhaps to test Mo Jue's thoughts, the suction on the door suddenly decreased, and it disappeared in a short time.

"Is it over?"

Sensing the disappearance of the suction, Lu Qinghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and asked like this.

However, he found that everyone except him had solemn faces, even the hopeless monks.

Puzzled, Lu Qinghai followed everyone's line of sight, and saw that the figure of the town guard boy on the door had been solidified, but now his eyes were closed, and he didn't have the slightest breath on his body, just like a sleeping mortal child.

Lu Qinghai's pupils shrank suddenly, and after all, he still let the town guard boy recondense his body, which is not good news, at least not for him.

This little fat man was hit in the chest by the guard boy's punch, and now it still hurts, and a little fear inevitably rises in his heart, and he can't help but look behind Lu Qingge and lean on, although the latter is still in the sequelae of the secret method, but this seems to give him a little sense of security.

The other half, the hopeless monk looked up with a solemn face, and asked softly: "Fellow donors, have you seen this little benefactor?" He gave the little monk a very ominous feeling, and I hope to be careful. ”

Mo did not respond to the words of the hopeless monk, and they knew the horror of the boy more clearly, and now he was trying his best to recover the spiritual power in his body and prepare for the next battle.

"Wake up!"

At this moment, Fan Wenxuan said such a sentence in his mouth, and suddenly everyone's bodies collapsed, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

Mo Jue held the long sword in his hand, his eyes staring solemnly at the body of the Zhenshou Boy, and beside him, several illusory small swords were gradually forming.

He was planning to make a quick decision, as long as the guard boy made any move, the small sword beside Mo Jue would swarm in.

At the same time, he himself also gathered a part of his spiritual power under his feet, ready to use the 'Shining Star Style' at any time.

Everything is ready, and Mo Jue has a trace of confidence in his heart, believing that if he continues with these few moves, even if the other party is not seriously injured, it will be enough for him to drink a pot.

"Well, finally someone is here? Let me see which kid this is..."

It didn't take long for the town guard boy to open his eyes, and a pair of pure white eyes appeared in Mo Jue's sight, accompanied by an old-fashioned voice.

Mo Jue was stunned, the reason was that the child-like body of the town guard boy, but the voice that came out was like a dying old man, and this full sense of disobedience made Mo Jue unable to accept it at once.

And Mo Jue also noticed that the aura on the other party's body no longer had the violent feeling before, but was full of peace, making people feel very comfortable, and even a little drowsy.

[Not right!]

Mo Jue's heart was suddenly startled, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue to expel this sleepiness, and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

Although the appearance was still exactly the same, Mo Jue was very sure that the other party must not be the town guard boy they had seen before.

At the same time, Mo Jue was also overloading his exercises, which allowed him to stay awake, after all, he almost fell asleep just now, so he couldn't be careless.

When the boy heard Mo Jue's words, he lowered his head and glanced at him, and then said with a smile: "Oh, Xingchen Sword Codex, which lineage disciple are you?"

Mo Jue's heart was shocked, the exercises he got from the inheritance of the Sword Palace were indeed called the "Star Sword Codex",

Except for Zhang Ziyi and other people from Sword Peak who knew about this, Mo Jue had never told anyone else, but the other party saw it at a glance.

In this way, there are only two theories that can be explained: one is that the other party is related to the Sword Palace, and is very familiar with the exercises of the Sword Palace.

The second is that the other party has a grudge against the Sword Palace, so he will keep their exercises in his heart.

The former is okay to say, but if it is the latter, things will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Mo Jue frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The same words, but the tone was completely different, just now it was a questioning tone, but this time Mo Jue was cautiously tentative.

The boy smiled lightly when he heard this, and did not answer Mo Jue's question, but stretched out his hand and waved it casually.

Then Mo Jue saw a burst of milky white light spread, passing over him at an extremely fast speed.