"How?"

Seeing that Mo Zhuoyu did not respond, the other party asked urgingly.

With such a condition, obviously he didn't think Mo Zhuoyu would refuse. Of course, it is also possible that I believe that Mo Zhuoyu will not dare to refuse.

Mo Zhuoyu was really thinking about how to answer this question, if she was an evil cultivator, such a condition, maybe she would agree to it first. However, the special situation in the Dusi Continent made it impossible for the Righteous Path Cultivator to have room to survive in the Evil Cultivation Territory, let alone hold such a high position.

This is the rhythm of waiting for others to demolish themselves and find death every minute!

However, now that the other party is eyeing him, Mo Zhuoyu believes that if he dares to spit out a word, what awaits him is the end of immediate separation of the corpse.

The cult cultivators don't need a living captive if they want to find the answer!

Nodding hesitantly, Mo Zhuoyu agreed in his mouth, and raised his hand to prepare to withdraw the formation.

Seeing this, Wu Wen smiled with satisfaction, raised his right hand lightly, and made a gesture of invitation gentlemanly.

Mo Zhuoyu watched the other party shift his gaze, and in the hand that was originally raised, twelve autumn water nails suddenly shot out.

While waiting for the pill in Licheng, she had already refined all her magic weapons once, and recognised the Lord with her divine sense. At this moment, driving the autumn water nail is even more like an arm's command.

The faint green light, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the other party, Wu Wen, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his expression.

"Look for death!!"

Wu Wen's eyes were staring at Mo Zhuoyu fiercely as if he were staring at a dead man, but his body quickly dodged the attacking autumn water nails.

Mo Zhuoyu knew that as soon as he made a move, there would be no place to retreat. So he didn't care about his reaction, he just kept driving the autumn water nail to chase the other party.

The autumn water nail is highly poisonous, and although it may not be fatal to the Jindan monk, it is enough to make him lose his ability to move. As long as he can make Qiushui nails scratch the other party, Mo Zhuoyu can gain the upper hand in this battle.

The twelve autumn water nails that have refined the formation pattern, although they are separated, are equivalent to a living whole. Now they are constantly attacking each other from different tricky angles.

Caught off guard, Wu Wen's dodging figure was a little embarrassed, and a grain of autumn water was nailed under his negligence, and instantly grazed his right arm blocking in front of him.

A drop of blood fell from the place where the autumn water nail grazed. In an instant, the small wound turned black and spread to his arm.

Seeing this, the expression in Wu Wen's eyes changed, and he, who cultivated the bloodline evil skill, naturally already knew the poison on the Qiushui nails.

But before Mo Zhuoyu could react because the other party was finally injured under the Qiushui nail. He had already gathered a sharp blade in his hand and cut through the wound neatly.

A stream of blue-black blood shot out in an instant, and the speed of blood flowed out faster and faster, gradually turning into a large piece of blood-red liquid, soaking the ground between the two.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't expect the other party to shoot so quickly and so ruthlessly.

At this moment, I am afraid that nearly half of the blood in his body was released.

Shocked, Mo Zhuoyu inevitably lost his mind, but the other party took this opportunity to shoot down all the autumn water nails in the air to the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Zhuoyu immediately retracted his mind and attacked again in his hand.

The cold air of the water cold hairpin passed through the defensive array and quickly spread to the enemy's body.

But the other party did not slow down his reaction because of excessive blood loss, and when he saw the cold air attacking, his face did not change color, and he kept casting tricks in his hands.

The blood that had originally fallen to the ground was attracted and instantly emerged from the ground as if it had become a living thing.

The blood, which had turned dark red, gradually converged in the air, and the cold qi of the water cold hairpin was blocked by the barrier formed by the blood, and it could no longer advance for half a minute.

However, the other party did not stop because of this, but waved his hand violently, because the blood that had become congealed because of the cold qi suddenly turned into sharp blood-colored ice needles, and quickly attacked towards Mo Zhuoyu in the defensive array.

Countless blood needles slammed into the defensive array, and the transparent defensive shield instantly began to vibrate.

Seeing this, I knew that Mo Zhuoyu's defensive array was not unbreakable. The corners of Wu Wen's lips gradually hooked up a bloody smile, and his eyes were also filled with bloodthirsty light.

Driven by the other party, the blood needle kept attacking this defensive array, and ripples spread out on the transparent defensive cover, Mo Zhuoyu knew that if it continued like this, the defensive array would not last long.

However, the blood needle not only kept putting pressure on the defensive array, but also blocked Mo Zhuoyu's line of sight from attacking his opponent.

Now Mo Zhuoyu's surroundings are all secretly numb, hairy blood needles, and Wu Wen's figure is completely invisible.

The vibration of the defensive shield became louder and louder, and Mo Zhuoyu's heart kept turning sharply, thinking about how to get out.

In the middle of the ring, she finally paid attention and quickly took off the coat on her body. Mo Zhuoyu casually took out a spirit stone from the storage bag and tied it to his clothes.

Now the only way to do this is to use illusion to see if you can hide it.

Taking out the Phantom Heart Bell, Mo Zhuoyu took a deep breath, and while quickly casting a trick out of nothing, he reached out and withdrew the crumbling defensive array.

Without the blocking of the defensive array, countless blood needles rushed in instantly. Mo Zhuoyu had no other defensive magic weapons, so he could only use the spiritual power shield to barely resist one or two.

But in the face of the menacing blood needle, the spiritual power cover is just a mantis arm as a car, and it has no effect.

The tiny blood needles fell all over Mo Zhuoyu's body in just a moment, and sharp pain instantly invaded from all parts of the body. But Mo Zhuoyu didn't dare to stay for a moment, and immediately flew away and fled into the distance.

Here, Wu Wen saw that the formation was finally broken, sneered, and stepped forward. I saw a silent figure, covered with blood needles, lying quietly on the ground, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Hmph! There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, you want to break in!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and recited the magic formula, preparing to collect all the blood in Mo Zhuoyu's body, and then torture her unconscious soul.

His injured right arm kept spilling blood, but the body on the ground did not shed a trace of blood except for three or two blood needles sucked out.

His complexion changed, and Wu Wen used spiritual power in his hand and slammed it into the figure lying on the ground.

Under the shock of spiritual power, the black clothes were swept away by the wind, but the original figure disappeared.

On the blood-colored land, only a broken spirit stone and pieces of tattered clothes remained.

"Good! good!"

Word by word, popping out of the clenched mouth. Looking at this scene, the look on Wu Wen's face finally couldn't support it anymore, and his eyes stared at the traces of blood dripping on the ground.

dared to play tricks on him again and again, if he Wu Wen didn't break his corpse into thousands of pieces and refine his soul, he would be the city lord of Shali City in vain!

Looking at the direction in which the other party was leaving, Wu Wen was not in a hurry to catch up. With the spiritual power in his hand, the blood on the ground suddenly condensed into a drop and floated into his hand.

With a flick, blood dripped into his mouth, and Wu Wen finally showed a smile on his face again.

"Got you!"