"I'm back too. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After saying this, Morn also sat cross-legged on the ground and began to resume pranayama.

Although he was able to return safely this time, everything that happened during this short escape was absolutely thrilling. Even with Morn's fundamental strength and tenacity, he suddenly returned to the camp of Dilingshan and entered a safe place, and he couldn't help but feel tired. The feeling of exhaustion caused by the loss of essence and blood in the battle before also kept coming to my heart.

"Senior Brother Mo, it's great that you've come back safely. Seeing Mo En's return, a trace of strangeness flashed in Lu Fan's eyes, but he immediately showed a bright smile. As the leader among the disciples of Zhuji, Lu Fan still attaches great importance to Mo En's companion. This became even more evident after the two had fought side by side for a while.

"By the way, junior brother, how did you get out under the red hair? I relied on the secret method to temporarily improve my cultivation, and only then did I rely on Shen Xuanzhou to hit and injure the Demon Snake Boat, and then I escaped back in a hurry. As a result, not only is the vitality greatly damaged, but even Shen Xuanzhou has basically been abolished. After laughing, Lu Fan asked a little eagerly. Although it seemed a bit abrupt to directly ask the details of the other monks' battles, while asking, Lu Fan also explained his experience of getting out, which was not too much. After all, everyone is a fellow student and comrade-in-arms, and asking each other about their own battle experience while telling them can only be regarded as communication.

"I can get out of it or thank you, senior brother, you relied on Shen Xuanzhou to attract the enemy's main force and warships, and I have the opportunity to be alone with the red hair. With a bit of luck, I was lucky enough to kill him. This is his corpse. Morn took the red-haired corpse out of the bag and explained. Lu Fan asked about his situation so eagerly, which was very different from his previous calmness, which made Mo En slightly suspicious. However, considering that everyone fought side by side, and there was some friendship between them, and the other party was so eager, maybe it was just to get closer, so Morn didn't think much about it, and directly took out the red-haired corpse.

"Hey, it's really red-haired!" Seeing the corpse that Mo En took out of the Qiankun bag, Li Feng and Zhong Fu took a breath at the same time, and Li Feng said in surprise. When he looked at Mo En again, his eyes had changed from paying attention to the outstanding juniors to respecting the masters of the same level. After all, Li Feng knows very well that even if he uses his own strength to fight against the red hair in the three evils alone, I am afraid that he will lose more and win less. One is more likely to die at the hands of the red hair if he is not careful. No matter how much luck Morn used to kill the red hair, just by being able to leave the red hair alive, it was very worthy of Li Feng's respect.

"The junior brother is really a hero. In comparison, my brother's performance is a little overshadowed. Seeing the red-haired corpse, Lu Fan was startled at first, and then his expression became a little strange, and after a while, he showed a wry smile and said to Mo En with a hint of ridicule. When he divided his troops with Morn, Lu Fan only hoped that Morn could delay the red hair for a while longer, and then be able to escape from the red hair alive, and he didn't think that Mo En would be able to kill the enemy and return calmly. Now that Mo En has shown this record, the light has already surpassed Lu Fan, a disciple of the inheritance who cultivated the Great Demon God Technique.

"Senior Brother Lu is too modest. If it weren't for Senior Brother pinning down the enemy's warship and the main force of the two masters, I'm afraid Senior Brother I wouldn't even have a chance to escape, let alone kill the enemy by luck. Moreover, with the foundation building monk to deal with two high-level warships controlled by demon-level masters, and can retreat with his whole body, the strength of my senior brother is much stronger than mine. Morn replied calmly. For Lu Fan's strength, Mo En did not dare to underestimate it, even if he killed a master like Chi Fa, Mo En did not think that he had the strength to defeat Lu Fan. After all, the power generated by the Heavenly Spirit Root and the Heaven-level Exercises is not something that ordinary monks can imagine, and in terms of magic weapons and secret techniques, Lu Fan, who has been taken care of by the sect, is definitely not inferior to Mo En. If you want to win against Lu Fan, unless Mo En is an advanced Jindan.

And because of Lu Fan's special bloodline identity, his influence in the sect is not comparable to that of a core disciple who enters from the outer gate. Even if Mo En's combat power is not inferior to Lu Fan, in front of the upper echelons of the temple, there is a world of difference between the weight of the two. So at this time, Mo Wan didn't want to steal Lu Fan's limelight too much, and he didn't want Lu Fan to feel that he was competing with him for fame. After all, it would be too cost-effective to create an enemy with extraordinary potential and extraordinary strength for the sake of these false names.

Of course, if Lu Fan suppressed himself because of this trivial matter, Mo En would not accept it. If it is a small means that is within the rules and does not affect the cultivation, Morn can not care. But if it affects his own practice, then Morn is not a vegetarian either.

"Haha, Senior Brother Morn doesn't have to be like this. I, Lu Fan, am not the kind of person with rat belly and chicken intestines, you can kill the red hair, it is a proof of your strength, and you don't need to be modest. And you can kill the red hair, and it also relieves me of the pressure, and we don't owe each other a favor. I just admire your strength. In the future, if you can pass the Jindan level, I will be like the ancestor recommending, at least find a Yuanying Zhenjun master for you, junior brother. Lu Fan said very heroically. As a disciple of the inheritance of the sect, although Lu Fan was a little arrogant before, he still showed a lot of grace in front of people who are really worth paying attention to.

"Then thank you Senior Brother Lu. Morn breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a smile. Being able to become a disciple of Yuanying Zhenjun is a great opportunity for a real person of the Jindan Rank. With the careful guidance of a Yuanying Zhenjun, Jindan Zhenren's strength can not only be far superior to the same level, but also the chances of being able to advance to Yuanying will also increase a lot. There are a lot of Jindan real people in the temple, but the proportion of those who have Yuanying Zhenjun as the master is not high. So when Lu Fan spoke, Zhong Fu didn't feel anything, but Li Feng showed a look of envy.

"Alright. Now that the person has returned, don't gossip here, and go to your room to heal. Maybe there will be a big war here next, so it's always good to recover your strength sooner. After looking at Mo En with some shock and some confusion for a while, Zhong Fu spoke. For Zhong Fu, Moen's performance is really a bit surprising. If there is no problem, it is naturally a great achievement, but if there is a problem, it is definitely not a small problem. However, now that Mo En has just made a great contribution, Lu Fan is also extremely important to Mo En, obviously with the intention of making friends and wooing him, Zhong Fu can't say anything directly, so he can only arrange it like this first.

Mo En and Lu Fan nodded, and after bowing slightly to Li Feng and Zhong Fu, they walked towards the camp. Whether it was Lu Fan or Mo En, they had suffered great losses in the previous battles, and in the face of a possible big battle, the two naturally did not dare to slack off.

"I hope you're fine. Looking at Morn's back, Zhong Fu frowned and said in his heart.

。。。。。。。。。。。。。

On the battlefield of Tempest Ridge, a large number of ice demons formed a formation, rushed to the camp, and occupied various important places. However, the monks who stayed behind in the Tempest Ridge and the army composed of warriors were almost slaughtered, and only a few places still relied on solid formation defenses to resist the impact of the Ice Demon army, but these people could only be regarded as trapped beasts, and they had suffered heavy losses under the repeated attacks of the Ice Demon Demons, just waiting for the final fate to come.

At this time, in the high sky of Tempest Ridge, there were still two battlefields fighting fiercely. In front of them were the Blue Immortal True Monarch and the Shadow Destroying God Envoy, one green, one black and two rays of light each occupying half of the sky. Although the Qing Ying True Monarch's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and his sword light was sharp, he was never able to occupy the sky against the Shadow Destroying Divine Envoy who had the support of the Yuan Demon Great Array and the endless means. And the various strange methods of the Shadow Destroyer God also made the Qing Ying True Monarch dare not easily shift the target, so although the battle between the two was full of weather, it was always a stalemate. The True Monarch of the Blue Shadow was unable to inflict heavy damage on the Shadow Exterminator, looking for a chance to slay the enemy or escape. And although the Shadow Exterminator was able to entangle the Qingying True Monarch with various supplements, in front of the opponent's extremely sharp swordsmanship, he could not take half a advantage, and could only drag the other party.

Hundreds of miles behind the Tempest Ridge, the Black-Hearted Old Demon and Wan Daoquan were besieging the seriously injured Hanhai True Monarch. Compared to the battle between the Blue Immortal True Monarch and the Shadow Destroying Divine Envoy, this battle was basically one-sided. Hanhai Zhenjun, who was already seriously injured, faced two strong enemies, even if the black-hearted old demon consumed a lot of vitality in order to recover his limbs, he was still at an absolute disadvantage.

The reason why it has been able to support for so long is that, on the one hand, the injuries on Hanhai Zhenjun's body were suppressed by the mana of Qingying Zhenjun, although it could not be healed, but it was also temporarily impossible to make trouble, in this case, Hanhai Zhenjun's combat power had recovered seventy or eighty percent, and he had the strength to fight with the two. On the other hand, it was the Shadow Destroyer who needed Hanhai Zhenjun's corpse as a prosthesis possessed by the alien demon master, and the two of them didn't dare to damage Hanhai Zhenjun's body too much, so they could only use some special means of damage. And Hanhai Zhenjun knew that his life was in danger, and he repeatedly resorted to the means of fighting to the death at critical moments, whether it was Wan Daoquan or the black-hearted old demon, he didn't want to be seriously injured in order to kill Hanhai, and even died with Hanhai. Therefore, when fighting, they left a lot of strength to defend themselves, and did not dare to attack with all their might.

But even so, the black-hearted old devil still has an absolute advantage. Moreover, because most of the low-level cultivators in the Tempest Ridge were killed, and the remaining Jindan-level masters and special disciples were ordered to break through, Hanhai Zhenjun could not get any support. On the contrary, after the Ice Demon Man solved the defense of Tempest Ridge, many people rushed to support the two black-hearted old demons, providing a lot of strength for the two, and even formed a ban that could stop the Yuanying True Monarch. Therefore, it only takes a while to exhaust the mana vitality of Hanhai True Monarch, and the two black-hearted old demons can enjoy this victory.

"It's finally time to arrive!" Just as the battle was about to be decided, an old voice came from high in the sky. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )