"Dao sad, the sun and the moon have no light, and the golden immortal has fallen!"

When this lamentation that seemed to come from the Great Dao sounded from the bottom of their hearts, at the border of the two races of star fields, such a thought rose in the hearts of all the people, and at the same time, they still felt a little unbelievable about what was happening in front of them.

With the cultivation of the Xuan Immortal Realm, he killed a Golden Immortal powerhouse head-on, such a feat is almost unprecedented, and few people can do it, which is enough to be recorded in the history of the human race.

Looking at the Tianhe that was rendered purple, and the Mo River that was thrown out of the Tianhe and looked badly injured, everyone in the two clans kept quiet, but the meaning behind each other's quietness was different.

On the side of the Spirit Clan, there was a sense of sadness in his heart, and behind the sadness, there was a strong killing intent for Mo He, and someone had to break the silence first.

The Terran side, on the other hand, was really shocked, because they had witnessed such a feat with their own eyes.

In this quiet atmosphere, Mo He's body was lying quietly in the starry sky, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

One of his arms was forcibly torn off, and before he could recover, he had a new injury on his body.

From his chest upwards, there were countless wounds densely packed, each wound was about the thickness of a finger, almost piercing his whole person into a hornet's nest, one of his eyes was also pierced, the wound looked hideous and terrifying, all the wounds on his body, there was pale golden blood flowing, but the blood was bound by some kind of force, and not a drop fell in the starry sky.

Mo He now felt that his whole body was frozen, including his Yuan Shen, and even the operation of his mind was also frozen, so he was lying in the starry sky now, unable to move, just floating quietly.

In this quiet environment, Mo He's mind quickly thawed, allowing his consciousness to regain clarity.

Perhaps because he had just experienced a big war and vented all the violent emotions in his heart, after Mo He resumed the operation of his mind, his whole heart became unprecedentedly calm, although he was still in the real stage, but at this moment he was completely unaffected by anything.

"I, kill a golden immortal!"

After his thinking returned to normal, Mo He immediately realized what he had just done.

With the body of a Xuan Immortal, he killed a powerhouse in the Golden Immortal Realm, such a record, even Mo He himself felt a little stunned in an instant.

In the process of his somewhat dazed, the chill in the primordial spirit also quickly subsided, followed by the mana in his body, which also resumed its operation.

In an instant, the feeling of being in the real stage once again affected Mo He, and immediately pulled him out of his state of confusion.

"I, kill a golden immortal!"

Mo He thought again in his heart, and this time, he also read this sentence softly.

After reading this sentence, Mo He's face full of wounds suddenly showed a shallow smile, pulling the wounds on his body, making his smile look a little hideous.

"Heh, ha"

Mo He's shallow smile continued to enlarge on his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth looked more and more insolent, and then, Mo He's throat let out a suppressed laugh.

In the starry sky where sound could not be transmitted, Mo He's suppressed laughter came out clearly, breaking the silent atmosphere at this time.

"Heh, hahahaha!"

After the suppressed laughter sounded, Mo He seemed to be unable to help it, and opened his mouth to laugh, his laughter at the moment seemed to be very rampant and presumptuous, and at the same time, it also provoked the anger in the hearts of those Spirit Race Immortals.

In an instant, a Spirit Clan monk of the Xuan Immortal Realm, with a trace of anger and killing intent in his eyes, threw a ring magic weapon in his hand towards Mo He.

The moment this ring was thrown forward, the surface of the ring flashed, and the ring, which was originally only one, instantly transformed into countless identical rings, and smashed towards the Mo River.

Mo He had just completed the feat of killing a golden immortal, if in a normal state, a Xuan Immortal Spirit Clan would definitely not be Mo He's opponent, but Mo He was seriously injured at the moment, that was the best opportunity to kill him, this Spirit Clan Xuan Immortal thought so in his heart.

And obviously he is not the only one who thinks like this, the moment he makes his move, the other immortals of the spirit race also do not hesitate to do it, and as soon as they make a move, all of them are full blows, they want to ensure that they can kill Mo He through this blow as much as possible, so that they can also save some face for the spirit race, and at the same time kill a future master of the human race.

"It's not good, save this fellow Daoist!" The immortals of the human race reacted very quickly, and the moment the spirit clan made a move, someone shouted, and then immediately started to intercept those attacks.

However, these attacks have already been issued, and where is it so easy to intercept them, not every attack is direct, and there are inevitably some weird attack methods.

Seeing these attacks approaching Mo He, when they were about to fall to Mo He's side, some immortals couldn't help but worry about Mo He in their hearts, they didn't want to be able to kill the Xuan Immortal who could kill the Golden Immortal, not died in the hands of a Golden Immortal, but fell under these attacks.

Just when some people were worried about Mo He, Mo He, who was lying there laughing uncontrollably, his body finally moved.

A piece of light and shadow spread out from his body, centered on him, spreading a large area in the surrounding starry sky, transforming into a somewhat illusory scene.

This is the first time that Mo He's little magical power has been displayed so illusory since he cultivated to reach the Xuan Immortal Realm.

This is because Mo He is not in a good state at the moment, the mana in his body is only about one percent, and the Yuan Shen is also injured, plus the injury in his body, now he can only use this level of small magical powers.

However, this level of small supernatural power is enough for Mo He, he does not want to use the power of small supernatural powers to block these attacks, but to use the power of small supernatural powers to move his body, firstly, to dodge these attacks, and secondly, to let himself return to Tianhe.

As soon as the figure flashed, Mo He instantly appeared in the Tianhe, and the body that was originally lying flat stood up straight again at this time, standing on top of the rolling Tianhe.

There were a few strange attacks, after Mo He's body moved away, it was still following Mo He's breath and continued to come towards Mo He, but at this time, Mo He, who was standing on top of Tianhe, was motionless, and those attacks flew close to Tianhe, as if they had fallen into a quagmire, and they were about to disappear.

A watery blue moist aura shrouded Mo He's body, the power of the moist aura quickly repaired the injuries on Mo He's body, and the dense wounds on his upper body like a hornet's nest began to repair quickly under the effect of the moist aura, and the broken arm was also growing little by little.

The cool power is still nourishing Mo He's primordial spirit, healing his injuries on the primordial spirit, and making Mohe can't help but feel refreshed.

It's a pity that the injury he suffered this time is really a bit serious, even if it is repaired with a moist aura, it is not so simple to recover as before, but at least it has been alleviated a lot, allowing Mo He to instantly recover some combat strength.

Without waiting for the water and spiritual light on his body to dissipate, the mighty heavenly river at the foot of the Mo River, with the movement of his mind, flipped in the starry sky, rolling the heavenly river, as if it was a huge dragon, rushing towards those immortals of the spirit race.

As soon as Tianhe moved, the kind of power that seemed to be crushed by the starry sky immediately pressed into the hearts of countless Spirit Race Immortals, and at this moment they clearly understood why a strong man in the Golden Immortal Realm would be killed by a Xuan Immortal, this vast Heavenly River definitely has the power to resist the strong of the Golden Immortal.

They clearly felt that when the Tianhe attacked, they and the others had no way to resist the power of the Tianhe, and they continued to stay here, waiting for them only to die.

Since they can't compete, then all they can do is to escape, all the immortals of the spirit clan have chosen to flee immediately, and at this time, the Tianhe has attacked, and the slowest few spirit immortals were immediately swallowed by the rolling Tianhe, and after they entered the Tianhe, almost just a blink of an eye, they dissolved their bodies in the water of the Tianhe, and then died.

The speed of the Tianhe River is very fast, after engulfing a few Spirit Race Immortals, the speed seems to have increased a little, and he is about to catch up with a few Slower Spirit Race Immortals, but at this moment, Mo He felt that the front of the Tianhe River seemed to have touched an invisible barrier, and it was a little difficult to move forward in an instant, and then stopped.

Taking advantage of this effort, the Spirit Clan, which was already about to be swallowed by the Heavenly River, turned the danger into safety, and then fled quickly towards the camp of the Spirit Clan.

Seeing such a scene, Mo He didn't understand, this was the master of the Spirit Clan, and the other party's method of gathering the water of the Tianhe River into an invisible one might not be a golden immortal, but a powerful person.

Sensing the emptiness in his body, there are injuries on his body that have not fully recovered, Mo He is not ready to continue to move forward, although he has recovered some combat power with the help of the water and spiritual light, but he can only be majestic for a while, and let him fight with others again, then the remaining mana in his body may not be able to support him to fight for too long, now that the spirit clan has retreated, it is time to stop.

When Mo He was about to stop, he suddenly shook his body and remembered that the purpose of his coming here this time was to save his disciple without worry.

At that moment, in the Tianhe, a whirlpool appeared out of thin air, and then a figure inside gradually enlarged, Mo He stretched out his hand downward, and directly fished the figure in his hand, which was the spy of the spirit clan.

Looking at the other party's slightly familiar face, Mo He's brows couldn't help jumping slightly, he would recognize the person in front of him.

"Lei Li, I didn't expect it to be you!"