There was no time to heal his injuries, and Mo Zhuoyu finally temporarily blocked the Horned Eagle's subsequent attack.

Taking a breath, Mo Zhuoyu took out the Sunset Bow, and the water arrows kept shooting towards the horned eagle in the sky.

But the Horned Eagle was extremely fast, and only a few shots were missed. Moreover, its wings are so hard that even if a water arrow hits it, it does not cause any damage to it.

On the contrary, as Mo Zhuoyu continued to lose blood from the wound, the spiritual power in his body gradually decreased, and the speed of the water arrows he shot gradually slowed down.

The horned eagle took the opportunity to pass through the net of arrows shot by Mo Zhuoyu, and rushed towards Mo Zhuoyu with its wings.

Mo Zhuoyu's body shape changed rapidly, but the speed of the horned eagle was too fast. Unable to dodge, he was flapped by his wings and fell heavily to the ground.

Although some of the strength was removed by the Xiaoyan skirt on his body, Mo Zhuoyu was still injured. Feeling a slight fishy feeling in his throat, the spiritual power in his body was turbulent, Mo Zhuoyu couldn't help it anymore, coughed, and a stream of blood splattered out of his mouth.

Coughing a few times, Mo Zhuoyu finally stabilized the spiritual power in his body. The Horned Eagle in the distance had already attacked again.

Mo Zhuoyu's mind turned sharply, the three-grade fierce beast was comparable to a Jindan monk, if she continued like this, she might have to die here.

Suddenly thinking of one thing, Mo Zhuoyu didn't care about anything else, and took out the Phantom Heart Bell from the storage bag. Bringing in spiritual power, looking at the eagle's beak that is getting closer and closer, gently shaking the bell body.

As the spiritual power in Mo Zhuoyu's body was instantly exhausted, a deep and distant bell rang through the valley. The Horned Eagle's rapidly approaching figure suddenly stopped, its eyes glazed over, and its body fell straight from the air.

Mo Zhuoyu cautiously observed the two breaths, and saw that there was no movement, so he stepped forward to check.

Although it fell from a high altitude, the horned eagle had a strong body and no obvious scars. Its breathing was uninterrupted, and it was apparently not dead. But because of the phantom heart bell, he lost consciousness, and although his eyes were still open, he didn't pay attention to Mo Zhuoyu's approach at all.

Mo Zhuoyu inevitably had a branch, took off the water cold hairpin, and hit it into its throat, ending its life in an instant.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Mo Zhuoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Take out the elixir and healing elixir, swallow it in your mouth, and temporarily stop the injury.

Because of the loss of spiritual power, there was too much movement here just now, and Mo Zhuoyu didn't dare to stay here. After putting away the carcass of the Horned Eagle, he walked away.

When I walked to the stream, I suddenly heard a little movement. When I looked up, I saw that it was the place where the horned eagle first hunted. Mo Zhuoyu walked in and saw that under the originally cracked turtle shell, a small thing was trying to crawl out of his mother's body.

Mo Zhuoyu bent down, picked it up, gently wiped the blood from its body, and sighed, "You and I are sympathetic, so you might as well be with me in the future." ”

Holding the little turtle he had just picked up in his hand, Mo Zhuoyu didn't stay any longer, turned around and left quickly.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't know that when the phantom heart bell rang, in the distance, a young male cultivator looked at the thing in his hand and was ecstatic, "Hahaha, the sky will not kill me, I finally caught up with the deadline and showed my traces." ”

After speaking, he immediately rushed towards the direction of Hehuang Mountain, where Mo Zhuoyu was located.

The male cultivator is young in appearance, but his actual age is not small, and his cultivation is already in the early stage of Jindan. I hurried with all my might, but in just two days, I came to the vicinity of the mountain range to which the Lushan faction belonged.

was about to go to the indicated place to take things back, but unexpectedly in front of the Yellow Mountain, he was stopped by a person.

"Why are you again, you didn't know how to spare your life last time, do you have to send it to me again without knowing whether you are alive or dead?"

Blocking the way was a middle-aged monk, pale from his injuries. Wen Yan smiled slightly, "It's not that I don't spare my life, but I have a question in my heart, and I have been thinking about it, and I hope that Your Excellency can help solve your doubts." "If Mo Zhuoyu was here, he would definitely be very surprised, because this middle-aged monk was none other than her master, Elder Huang He of the Lushan Sect.

The male cultivator wanted to throw off his sleeves and leave, but although the yellow crane blocking the road was only in the late stage of foundation building, it was extremely difficult. His cultivation was originally piled up with pills, and although he would not be defeated by Huang He, it was also difficult to get out easily.

Hearing this, he could only frown and said impatiently, "Say something quickly, get out of here if you have nothing!"

Huang He was not angry, but said slowly, "Your Excellency, do you know Mojia Village?"

The male cultivator became more and more dissatisfied when he heard this, "What is the last family village, the first family village, how can I know this kind of mortal village." ”

"So ten years ago, did Your Excellency take dozens of lives from a mortal village?" Huang He suddenly had a serious face and shouted sharply.

The male cultivator wanted to shake his head, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly said, "Oh, I see, you are also from that village?"

"Is it you?" Huang He lowered his voice and spat out a few words full of murderous aura from his throat.

The male cultivator knew that he couldn't get out, but he wasn't in a hurry, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled contemptuously, "It's me, what's the matter! It's not me, what's the matter! You're just a little foundation building monk, you can still kill me." ”

After speaking, he laughed three times, flicked his sleeves and ignored Huang He, and flew away to leave.

Huang He already knew the answer, so naturally it was impossible to let him go, so when he saw this, he immediately intervened to stop him.

The two instantly got into a fight.

Although the male cultivator was a Jindan monk, under the attack of Huang He regardless of life and death, he gradually became embarrassed.

But after all, it is the Jindan period, and there are many magic weapons in his hands, and the injuries on Huang He's body are gradually increasing.

Under Huang He's desperate attack again, the male cultivator had to take out the last hole card and knock Huang He away again.

The male cultivator was already extremely impatient in his heart, stepped forward and grabbed Huang He's neck, lifted it, gritted his teeth and said, "The ghost is not gone, today this seat will completely crush your fly to death!"

As he spoke, he slowly exerted force in his hand......

Mo Zhuoyu naturally didn't know about all this.

This time, although with the Phantom Heart Bell, he escaped by luck. But Mo Zhuoyu was still seriously injured, and it took more than half a month to recover from his injuries.

The little turtle I picked up, I don't know what breed it is, but it is very easy to raise, and I can eat anything. Mo Zhuoyu fed in his spare time, which can be regarded as adding a touch of fun to the boring cultivation life.

In the following time, Mo Zhuoyu did not go to a more central place, but lingered here and continued to cultivate.

When it was getting easier and easier to kill second-grade fierce beasts, occasionally encountering one or two third-grade fierce beasts, Mo Zhuoyu could gradually fight back without using the Phantom Heart Bell.

A year passed gradually, and Mo Zhuoyu's cultivation was also improved in his continuous cultivation. Now that the initial stage of foundation building is about to be full, the middle stage of foundation building is expected.

Because the time to participate in the competition was approaching, Mo Zhuoyu no longer stayed, and returned to the Lushan faction with the little turtle.

The time to come back was just right, and on the second day, the head of the sect summoned Mo Zhuoyu and five people to prepare to go to Aoki City to participate in the competition in the southeast continent.

This trip was very important, and it was led by the head of the sect and Elder Xiao Huai.

The group rushed to Shidong City, and finally arrived at Aoki City smoothly through the teleportation array.

Coming out of the teleportation array, Mo Zhuoyu looked at the familiar place, and sighed in her heart that when she left Aoki City, she never expected that she would return to this place so quickly.