Li Wenturan's body had been beaten by Mo Ming, his chest was red and white, his flesh and bones were separated, his appearance was very miserable, and his vitality had dissipated in a few breaths.

To death, his deep-set eyes stared at Mo Ming, there was a great horror in it, it was very shocking, Mo Ming's last angry shot was really strong.

However, when Li Wenturan was completely dead, the anger on Mo Ming's face still did not subside, not because he was angry that the witch cultivator wanted to kill the little girl who was somewhat similar to Xiao Mo Xin, but because of the spell that the other party had just cast.

Those two witch words, like the alarm bell of the god of death, rang in Mo Ming's heart, making him feel a great crisis just now, and there was a kind of déjà vu, which was quite similar to the withered two-character suppression sealing technique that Yu Bansheng had performed at the beginning, and it also had absolute killing damage to the physical body!

This kind of technique, as if it is specifically aimed at body refiners, and what is even more bizarre than the Decay Suppression Technique is that it is almost like saying the law, making it difficult for people to detect the fluctuations of the qi in it, and it is impossible to prevent it!

Mo Ming's face was very gloomy, it could be said that because this kind of technique made him inadvertently think of the methods that Yu Bansheng had done to him at the beginning, almost all the anger that he had been holding back all these years was revealed.

And at the moment of Li Wenturan's death, Mo Ming destroyed the spiritual power in his body, and the cracked wounds on his body recovered quickly at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but only half a cup of tea was left, and only some red marks remained.

In this battle, in general, Mo Ming was not injured, but because of this spell, Mo Ming felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, especially in the situation just now, if he reacted a little slower, then he might directly capsize in the gutter and really catch the other party's way.

This feeling is very bad, and what is even better is that in the face of such a technique, Mo Ming feels that he has a kind of depression that cannot be solved.

After thinking about it, Mo Ming turned around and walked straight to the black-robed witch cultivator who was defeated by him but did not die not far away, this person was also the only one of the three who survived.

Because of the anger in his heart, Mo Ming was very direct, and directly lifted it from the ground with one hand, and then punched out, wanting to end the other party's life.

It's just that halfway through the fist, Mo Ming's heart suddenly moved, looking at the other party's bloodless face, he directly turned his fist into a finger, and pinched out a magic trick to seal the opponent's cultivation.

At this point, Mo Ming finally let out a deep breath of turbidity.

"I need to take a break, don't let anyone bother me until I say anything!"

Mo Ming carried the black-robed witch cultivator, and without looking back, he spoke to Li Shan Junxiong, who was also seriously injured and fell to the ground on the other side, and then plunged into the dome tent where he rested last night.

In the distance, Li Shan Junxiong nodded subconsciously, and there was still a shocking look in his expression, but until Mo Ming's figure completely disappeared in his eyes, he didn't know the strength he had to take, and stood up, showing a sense of excitement in his eyes.

The crisis of the Li Shan Department was finally resolved, and Li Shan Junxiong had already given birth to despair, but at the most unexpected time, he was strongly resolved by Mo Ming.

Looking at Li Wenturan's corpse, Li Shan Junxiong took a deep breath, and then waved his big hand and waved at the more than 1,000 clansmen, with a knowing smile on his face.

......

In the dome tent, Mo Ming sat on a woolen soft mat, looking at the black-robed witch cultivator with an expressionless face.

"Your name is Li Wentuhuo?" Mo Ming suddenly remembered that when he fought with Li Wenturan before, the other party seemed to have called him so.

The black-robed witch cultivator didn't answer, just stared at Mo Ming deadly, with extreme resentment in his eyes, it seemed that being captured by Mo Ming was a shame that went deep into his bone marrow.

"You don't have to, but I don't think it'll be long before you take the initiative!"

Mo Ming opened his mouth expressionlessly, slapped one hand on his chest, and then flicked his fingers and threw a brown pill into his mouth.

Li Wentu was immediately shocked, but his body was seriously injured, and his cultivation was sealed again, but he couldn't move at all, and could only feel the pill dissolve in his mouth, and then turned into a thick liquid and swallowed down his throat.

"What did you give me?"

Li Wentuhuo finally couldn't help but ask, because he felt that after the pill entered his body, the dantian suddenly became hot, and then his whole body seemed to be crawling with countless ants, which was extremely itchy, and this feeling disappeared without a trace after only appearing for a moment, as if it had never happened.

And Li Wenturan knew very well that this was not an illusion, it was a real happening, and he couldn't help but suddenly feel a trace of fear in his heart.

However, at this time, Mo Ming was silent, without the slightest intention of answering, just glanced at him lightly, closed his eyes, and cultivated directly.

At this time, Li Wenturan was even more shocked, and only felt that there was a bad feeling, as if a great terror was about to come.

Mo Ming was calm in his heart, ignored it, and was not in a hurry to ask the question he wanted to know. Because the unknown makes people feel terrifying, if he says something so easily, he believes that the other party will never reveal a word.

Time was passing slowly, and before he knew it, Mo Ming was completely immersed in cultivation.

However, for Li Wenturan, the more eerie the silence, the more frightened he was in his heart, he only felt that Mo Ming's behavior was planning some kind of conspiracy, and maybe the next moment, he would sink into some kind of unknown terror, even more unacceptable than death.

Li Wenturan did not doubt this at all, because as time passed, it was difficult for him to maintain a cold heart, staring at Mo Ming deadly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Have you thought about answering?" Mo Ming suddenly opened his eyes and asked lightly.

"What the hell did you give me?" asked Li Wenturan, his eyes splitting and gritting his teeth.

However, as soon as the words came out, Mo Ming closed his eyes again, still without the intention of answering.

"You're looking for death! You foreign monk dares to meddle in the affairs of most of my Liwen, and even behead my people, you are not far from death!"

"You are not far from death, if you kill Tu Ran, the clan will definitely know about it as soon as possible, or it won't be long before the great witch of our clan will come, you can't resist, and you will definitely not be able to escape!

Li Wenturan collapsed and roared at Mo Ming.

"What do you want to say?" Mo Ming opened his eyes again and asked in a deep voice.

"You're looking for death!"

Li Wentu roared: "I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise, you will definitely die without a place to be buried!"

"I don't know if I'm looking for death, but I'm sure you're looking for death, as long as I want to, I don't mind killing you now!" Mo Ming suddenly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that the other party was still acting like this at this time, and suddenly couldn't help grinning.

Li Wentuhuo was stunned for a moment, and the next moment all the anger was frozen in an instant, and then it was extinguished, looking at Mo Ming's black and white eyes that were full of murderous intent, a penetrating coolness suddenly crept up his back.

He had no doubt that if he said anything more, Mo Ming would really kill him on the spot.

"What do you want to do?" After a little silence, Li Wentuhuo asked bitterly, although he restrained his anger, he still had a resentment that could not be concealed.

"I want to know ......"

Mo Ming's eyes froze, and he suddenly used his spiritual sense to transmit the sound, only to see that his lips kept closing up and down, but no sound came out. And this question is naturally the technique used by Li Wenturan before.

For this technique, Mo Ming is determined to find out clearly, otherwise if he encounters similar magical powers in the future, he will suffer a loss in this kind of technique.

Of course, if you can know the specific cultivation method of this technique directly from the other party's mouth, then it will naturally be better, after all, there is nothing better than knowing what you know.

Li Wentuhuo was stunned when he heard this, and then showed a trace of annoyance that could not be concealed, and his eyebrows were directly twisted.

However, before he could answer, Mo Ming spoke again: "Don't tell me you don't know, you are the same clan, and there are almost no differences in the spells you cultivate, he can perform them, you at least have enough knowledge of this technique, tell me everything you know!"

"Hmph, do you think I'll say it?" said Li Wentuhuo with a sudden hint of sarcasm.

"You don't have to say it, but I believe you should know what the consequences will be if you don't say it!" Mo Ming said in a cold voice, and then said: "I advise you not to have any luck in your heart, any concealment and deception, as long as I find out, I will not give you another chance to speak!"

"Of course, if your answer satisfies me, I don't mind sparing your life!"

......

A day later, Mo Ming walked out of the dome tent, and as soon as he opened the curtain, he saw this person sitting in front of the door, and it was Li Shan Junxiong.

On behalf of more than 1,200 clansmen in the Li Shan Division, Junxiong sincerely thanked Brother Mo and thanked Brother Mo for his emotional help!"

Li Shan Junxiong hurriedly stood up, clenched his fists, and there was a hint of respect in his expression, it was obvious that until this time, he had been surprised by Mo Ming's strength, and he had a deep sense of gratitude.

He knew very well that if there was no Mo Ming, the current Li Shan Clan would inevitably be stained red with blood, and there would be no Li Shan Clan in this world!

"I'm leaving today!" Mo Ming said in a deep voice, but did not answer directly.

"Brother Mo is leaving?" Li Shan Junxiong was stunned, very surprised.

Mo Ming nodded, thought for a while and said, "I advise you to leave here quickly, I'm afraid that the pursuit of your ministry by the Li Wen Department will not end so easily!"

"I'm here to tell Brother Mo about this!"

Li Shan Junxiong spoke in a low voice, very bitter, but he was silent for a while, and said hesitantly: "I Li Shan Department is now only left with these people, and I can no longer bear any damage, this time with Brother Mo's help, the crisis has been temporarily resolved, but it won't be long before Li Wenbu will send someone to chase and kill!"

"Originally, my Li Shanbu couldn't repay Brother Mo's kindness, and I didn't dare to ask for anything from Brother Mo, but since Brother Mo is leaving, I still have a reluctant request, I hope Brother Mo can agree!"

"What kind of reluctant request, can I help you kill Li Shan Tuosen?" Mo Ming asked with a frown.

"No! it's not like that!" Li Shan Junxiong suddenly shook his head.

"What's that?" Mo Ming was puzzled.

"Help me move the Lishan tribe ......" Li Shan Junxiong's face sank slightly, and he said very solemnly.