In terms of numbers, the Southern Desert Monks' side undoubtedly had an advantage.

But this time, those who came to Huoyun Gorge to intercept and kill them were all elites of the Lin family.

Except for the strongest Lin Mo, there are four overlord-level law body realms, and there are only three on the side of the Southern Desert cultivators, plus Xiao Jimo and Wan Ye.

Wan Ye and Xiao Jimo teamed up to contain Lin Mo, and the Nan Mo monks were even more inferior to the Lin family monks in terms of average strength.

In an instant, several of the twenty Southern Desert monks were killed.

In the center of the battlefield, Lin Mo alone blocked the joint efforts of Wan Ye and Xiao Jimo, the sand tooth knife was extremely ferocious, and the knife burst out, easily tearing apart the ground full of gravel, and the smoke and dust were flying.

"Hahaha, old fellow, none of you can escape today. "The sky was full of sand and dust, Lin Mo was one against two, and between the battles, he let out an arrogant laugh.

Lin Mo originally relied on the sand tooth knife to fight with Xuanyuan's seventh son's Qingshuang Sword Mingzhe for a long time, and only then did he have the name of Lin Mo, a sword idiot.

In the Dharma Body Realm, his strength was comparable to that of a disciple of the Holy Land.

Xiao Jimo waved the ring ruler magic weapon in his hand, bursting out purple and shattering the sweeping sword.

As the strongest person in the Southern Desert who entered the Forbidden Land of the Dust back then, his strength is undoubtedly very strong.

But Lin Mo is stronger, and he is higher than him in the realm.

Even if he joined forces with Wan Ye, it was just to drag Lin Mo down.

In the battlefield, the situation on your side is obviously at a disadvantage, and the longer it drags on, the more the Southern Desert monks will be killed and wounded.

Xiao Jimo looked back at Wan Ye.

The latter's achievements are mainly immersed in the formation, and the combat power is not high.

And this battle happened suddenly, how could he have time to arrange the formation for him, holding the formation compass in his hand, barely resisting Lin Mo's offensive.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Jimo quickly made a decision, and said busily: "Master Wan, retreat! If you don't leave, I'm afraid that this time the whole army will be wiped out." ”

"Damn!" Wan Ye's bearded face turned white, revealing an extremely unwilling expression.

So far in the battle, they have lost several of their old troops, and the old team that followed the Huoyun Demon Monk a hundred years ago, each of them is an immeasurable loss.

But he also knows that no matter how unwilling he is, he can't help it, and if he doesn't leave, he really can't go.

After hesitating for a moment, Wan Ye suddenly roared: "Retreat!"

In the field, the surviving more than ten Southern Desert monks instantly received the order and began to flee towards the outside of the Huoyun Gorge.

The monks of the Lin family naturally refused, and led by the four overlord-level Dharma Realms, took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Withdraw!"

At the same time, Xiao Jimo and Wan Ye glanced at each other, and then hit their strongest blow at the same time.

"Haoran Righteous Song!" Xiao Jimo's hand was surging with purple light, and he came out of his hand and went straight to Lin Mo.

Wan Ye gritted his teeth and directly crushed the formation compass in his hand.

Rumble!

A large array descended from the sky and suppressed Lin Mo.

"Want to run?"

Looking at the blow of the two people in front of him with all their strength, Lin Mo seemed to have guessed their intentions, and after smiling fiercely, he suddenly roared.

"Sandstorm King!"

"Whew!"

A dark yellow giant wolf phantom suddenly appeared above Lin Mo's head, and let out an arrogant wolf howl towards the large array pressed down on the heavenly dome.

With incredible power, he froze the large array of that side and the ring ruler magic weapon that attacked and killed in front of him.

At the same time, the entire sand in the Huoyun Gorge Desert trembled under this wolf howl, and then rippled like water waves.

Xuan-level lower grade spirit root, the king of sandstorms!

At this moment, Lin Mo became the king of this desert, looking down at the two people in front of him who had turned around and fled.

Then he stretched out his palm lightly and shook it towards the earth below.

"Exploding Sand and Waterfall!"

A circle of True Yuan ripples spread around Lin Mo's palm.

Bang dang!!

The Huoyun Gorge Desert exploded, and a sandstorm swept the world.

There are strange forces attached to the sandstorm.

Whether it was Xiao Jimo or Wan Ye, or more than ten other Southern Desert monks, they were all like falling into the mud, and they were struggling.

If this continues, the Southern Desert monks will definitely be wiped out.

"Damn, if you want to give the old man time to set up a real killing array, this Lin Mo child will definitely die. ”

Wan Ye let out an unwilling roar.

"If you can let Ben Shao take the initiative to use the Xuan-level spiritual root, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death. Xiao Jimo and Wan Ye smiled cruelly towards the center of the sand flow waterfall, and Lin Mo's sand tooth knife shook slightly.

The spirit root phantom of the Sandstorm King melted straight into the blade.

The cruel and violent meaning permeated this world along the sand tooth knife.

After doing all this, Lin Mo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his body swooped towards the sand and waterfall.

"This Lin Mo is worthy of the name of a knife idiot, so strong. It looks like it's going to have to be desperate. Looking at Lin Mobiao's figure, Xiao Jimo's face was full of solemnity, and then he reached into his arms, wanting to take out something.

At the same time, Lin Mo had already killed, and the sand tooth knife was raised high and slashed down, "Die!"

Suddenly, there was an extremely short gap before Lin Mo's knife fell.

Thundered!!!

A purple pillar of thunder light descended from the sky.

Straight to the forest desert away.

The latter's knife momentum was already complete, and it was too late to retract the knife, when it was hit by such a delicate blow that the time had mastered.

There was an explosion, and Lin Mo's sturdy figure was blasted down from the sky by the purple thunder pillar.

The situation in the field was immediately interrupted by this sudden change.

Whether it was the Nanmo monk who was deep in the sand flow waterfall or the Lin family's side, they all looked stunned.

That's the sword idiot Lin Mo, among the monks of the Four Realms, there are a few young people who can compete with the Holy Land, and they can't stop it with a single blow.

Xiao Jimo saw that Lin Mo was repulsed, and he was also slightly stunned by this sudden change, but he still withdrew the palm that had been stretched into his arms, and his eyes turned to the direction where the thunder was coming.

At the same time, Wan Ye's surprised question sounded in his ears: "Who is that young man?"

I saw that on that side of the heavenly dome, a young man with a fierce face was holding a demon-slaying pestle attached to a purple thunder, and the white thunder true yuan was flowing on the surface of his body.

The faint sense of oppression revealed in his body, even Wan Ye and Xiao Jimo were slightly moved.

On the void not far from the lean boy, Miao Kongkong rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, his handsome face was full of expressions of crying and laughing, and he kept complaining: "This kid still made a move, it's fun now." ”

Xu Mu ignored the horrified gazes of the monks on both sides, and gently stroked the demon slaying pestle in his hand with his palm, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, the power is okay." ”

Xu Mu's voice muttering to himself just fell.

"You're looking for death!" In a charred black depression in the sand below, Lin Mo's angry voice rang out.

Shout!

At the same time, a figure holding a sand tooth knife burst out from the depression, bringing a series of yellow sand flying.

The dark yellow sword slashed straight away with his master's mad anger.

Lin Mo was obviously carried away by anger, thinking that he was obsessed with Lin Mo, and after he was born, he challenged the disciples of the Holy Land, even if he was defeated, it could be regarded as a famous Cangrui Domain.

Today, he was successfully attacked by a teenager who was about the same age as himself.

This is simply a shame for him.

He wants to use this guy's blood to comfort his sand tooth knife.

Seeing that sharp knife attacking, Xu Mu's eyebrows raised slightly, and then the demon pestle in his hand waved lightly without dodging.

The high-grade spirit weapon carried a violent intent of destruction, and smashed straight towards the sword.

Bang dang!

The knife shattered, and Xu Mu was unharmed.

The audience was silent.

If the previous blow was a sneak attack, then Lin Mo's knife would be considered a head-to-head confrontation.

However, the result didn't seem to be much different, and they had a sense of unfathomable for the boy in front of them in a trance.

Lin Mo's expression was full of solemnity, and he finally put away his anger and re-examined the young man in front of him.

He fought with the Qingshuang Sword among the Seven Sons of Xuanyuan that day, and the latter did not crack his sword posture with such an understatement.

And the young man in front of him actually did it.

"Who the hell are you?"

The deep voice suppressed the anger, and Lin Mo looked at the young man coldly.

"Mu Changsheng!" A smile provoked at the corner of his mouth, and Xu Mu naturally said his disguised identity.

The face of the Lin family monk suddenly changed wildly.

"He is the Mu Changsheng who defeated the Laughing Lion Arhat and then escaped under the siege of the Three Arhats,"

"No wonder he can block the young master's attack, this guy is a ruthless character, and even the chaotic shadow killing array of Tianxuanzong was broken by him. ”

"It's too bad now, Mu Changsheng has to be nosy. ”

Compared with the panic on the Lin family's side, the Nanmo monks looked at each other.

Xiao Jimo's previous speculation about Mu Changsheng sounded in their minds.

Immediately, all the Southern Desert monks looked at Xiao Jimo and Wan Ye in amazement.

Only Yu Qiling was slightly stunned, and then stared deeply at Xu Mu, as if he wanted to find out one or two similarities with the holy monk's heir from the young man in front of him.

When Wan Ye heard the name of Mu Changsheng, his expression was also stunned, and then his eyes swept over Xiao Jimo on his side, and asked slowly: "Xiao Daoyou, do you think it looks like it?"

After all, on the side of the Nanmo monks, the people who have really seen Xu Mu are only Xiao Jimo and Yu Qiling, of course, Wan Ye can only ask Xiao Jimo.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Jimo smiled slightly, and said an answer that made Wan Ye's eyes dim slightly.

"Not like that!"

But the next sentence shocked Wan Ye's spirit.

"Master Wan, this is Huoyun Gorge, the burial place of the Huoyun Holy Monk, you don't think Mu Changsheng is passing by, right?"

"And he's on our side now. The more he doesn't look like him, the more I think he is. ”

On the other side, hearing the name of Mu Changsheng, Lin Mo's expression also sank.

As the young master of the Lin family, he naturally knew what these three words represented, and even he knew more about Mu Changsheng than others.

He immediately took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound as calm as possible.

"It turned out to be Mu Daoyou, in the Lin family Lin Mo. ”

"Oh!" Hearing Lin Mo's name, Xu Mu was not too moved, and nodded noncommittally.

He had even seen almost all the disciples of the Three Holy Lands, so naturally he would not be surprised by a single Lin Mo.

As for the Lin family.

Xu Mu didn't have a good impression of the seven major Xiuzhen families in the three holy lands.

Xu Mu's understated answer made Lin Mo angry again, he was the young master of the Lin family, who had ever despised him so much.

After combining Fang Cai Xu Mu's move, Lin Mo's voice became cold again, and he asked, "What does Mu Daoyou want? ”

Xu Mu raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept in the direction where Yu Qiling and Xiao Jimo were without a trace, and he lied without blushing and heartbeat:

"I like to be nosy!"

(End of chapter)