Hearing this roar, the middle-aged scribe's expression moved. Immediately looked in the direction from which the sound came from. After a long while, the middle-aged scribe turned around and muttered, "You ......"

"Ask the seniors to bring the juniors. The younger generation is alone, and he really can't get through this lake. If the seniors leave the juniors here, the juniors will have only a dead end. Mo Chong didn't wait for the middle-aged scribe to speak, and immediately bowed again. Since the other party is willing to come to the rescue, he must not be a person who is too cold-hearted, and if he wants to pass safely now, he can only open his mouth to plead.

The middle-aged scribe frowned and said, "Take you?"

Mo Chong said: "Yes! The junior promises that he will never cause trouble to the senior." The juniors don't dare to ask for too much, they just want the seniors to take the juniors for a ride and let the juniors leave the lake. ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded when he heard this, and said, "Okay." I'll give you a little ride. But if there's any obstacle or danger ahead, I won't necessarily shelter you. ”

Mo Chongxi said: "This is natural! If such a thing really happens, it is also the bad luck of the juniors, no wonder the seniors have anything." ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded, didn't say anything more, but fled together, and flew away with Mo Chong.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There were several more roars. The middle-aged scribe seemed to sense something, and the speed of the light slowed down. Mo Chong now relied entirely on the middle-aged scribe to take him with a retreat. Seeing that the other party slowed down and didn't seem to want to fight in front, he couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

"Are you a disciple of the Barbarian Sect?" the middle-aged scribe suddenly spoke.

Mo Chong was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Yes." In the inking punch. It's a barbarian faction that joined not long ago. ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "That's it." Although there are dozens of disciples in the late stage of the Barbarian Sect's Jiedan, they are already in the late stage of Great Perfection like you. With such a condensed mana, it's impossible for me not to know it. ”

Mo Chong's heart moved, and he said, "It turns out that the seniors are not the elders of the Barbarian Sect?"

The middle-aged scribe shook his head, snorted lightly, and said, "Heh, the Barbarian Sect......" He just said a few words and didn't say any more, and his tone seemed to be quite disdainful of the Barbarian Sect. Unexpectedly. Except for the barbarian monks, there were other people who came in. I don't know how they got in, how many people came?

Mo Chong's expression moved, and he wanted to ask something more. Worried that it would cause the other party to be displeased, and just as he was hesitating, the middle-aged scribe spoke again: "I didn't want to pay attention to the people of the Barbarian Sect, but you reminded me of an old man. That's when I gave a little help. But I don't want you to say anything to people afterwards. Understood?"

Mo Chong nodded and said, "Yes." The younger generation must be tight-lipped. ”

As the two spoke, a pale red appeared on the lake in front of them. The carcasses and stumps of many human-faced monster fish floated and sank in the lake. It seems that the roar I heard just now should be the sound that someone made against these monster fish. Mo Chong sighed secretly in his heart, these strange fish really don't know what to do, it's just a matter of dealing with him, how can they have a chance of winning when they meet a Yuanying monk who can control the flight of the light? They can toss and turn in the air at will, this is already invincible.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the corpses of a dozen strange fish floating on the surface of the lake. Suddenly, the palm of the hand flipped over. A pale cyan short knife appeared in his hand. In the flash of the knife, the corpse of one of the strange fish had been disemboweled. The entrails are exposed. In addition to having a human face, these monster fish have no doubt that their internal organs are like ordinary fish.

After dissecting the corpse of the strange fish, the middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a large fish bladder in the stomach of the corpse of the strange fish was suddenly pulled into his hand.

"Whoa. ”

There were a few more soft sounds, and soon several more strange fish corpses were dissected, and the swim bladders in their stomachs were also caught by the middle-aged scribe one by one. The swim bladders of several strange fish were tied together, and the middle-aged scribe threw them casually, and the swim bladders suddenly fell to the surface of the lake and floated.

The middle-aged scribe turned his head to Mo Chong behind him and said, "I can't take you with me on the next road." You can step on these swim bladders, and you can advance or retreat. As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke those fish people, they will not dare to attack you at will when they see that you have the strength to slaughter their own kind and obtain fish bladders. After speaking, without waiting for Mo Chong to answer, he threw Mo Chong on the swim bladder on the lake, and then escaped together and broke through the air.

'Hey, hey, this is leaving?'

Looking at the distant light of the middle-aged scribe, Mo Chong looked depressed. But after thinking about it, it was very polite that the other party didn't throw him directly on the lake. When they meet, what can he ask the other party to do?

Secretly sighing, Mo Chong's gaze fell on the corpses of the human-faced monster fish around him. It was precisely because he saw the corpses of these strange fish that the middle-aged scribe decided to move forward at full speed. Except for the few corpses that were disemboweled, the rest of the strange fish corpses can remain intact not much, either severed or pierced, and some are directly cut in two, only connected by a thin layer of fish skin.

Mo Chong himself has also dealt with these human-faced monster fish, and knows that although their defense is not very strong, they are very flexible in the water, and their vitality is also very tenacious. Now judging from the corpses of these strange fish in front of him, at least he can know that the attack of the person who shot must be very fast, and the lethality is very strong, which will make these strange fish end up like this.

Could it be those Yuanying Cultivators of the Barbarian Sect? Of course, Mo Chong couldn't have known. However, with such a character in front of you, it is not small to continue to track it. Thinking of this, Mo Chong sighed secretly. I should have asked the middle-aged scribe how he got out of here. Seeing that the other party is not an indifferent person, it may not be impossible to say.

It's a foregone conclusion. It's not helpful to think too much. After Mo Chong sighed, he had to continue to move forward.

Drifting forward by leaning on the swim bladder, the speed is naturally very slow. Although Mo Chong found a piece of spirit wood from Qiankun Na and sharpened it into an oar. However, by paddling, the speed is not much faster. Fortunately, as the middle-aged scribe said, those human-faced monster fish did not come to trouble him again. Occasionally, it appears, and it is also a turn and leaves. This made Mo Chong's heart feel relieved. Slow down, slow down, there will be no danger.

Paddle on the lake. Soon more than a day passed. For more than a day, Mo Chong took a break from paddling. In the middle, he also entered the Yuheng Palace once. However, his cultivation has now reached the peak of the realm, and even surpassed a lot, and meditation and cultivation will not help him at all. In addition to the few fractures and injuries left before recuperation, Mo Chong spent the rest of his time cultivating the dragon transformation technique.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. ”

The sun sets in the west. There was a sound of water, and suddenly there was a sound from the front. Mo Chong's heart moved. The divine consciousness released a sense of the forward, and immediately sensed more than a dozen familiar breaths. It's those human-faced monster fish. Along the way, Mo Chong didn't know how many times he had encountered these strange fish. It's just that they don't come to do much. Mo Chong didn't bother to care about anything. But now, more than a dozen human-faced monster fish have gathered in front of them, is it a coincidence, or is it premeditated?

I was in doubt. Mo Chong flipped his palm. The Fire Phoenix Sword is already in hand. Although it is said that the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword is more powerful, but the Fire Phoenix Sword is a fire attribute, and it has restraint on these face monster fish, if it is not put into the water, there is a Fire Phoenix Sword, Mo Chong is still a little sure of dealing with these face monsters.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

As we get closer, the sound of the water becomes clearer. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen human-faced monster fish swimming in front of them. They weren't facing Mo Chong, though. Rather, they were clustered together, as if they were clustered with something.

'What the hell!?' Mo Chong frowned. The Fire Phoenix Sword in his hand was held tighter.

The human-faced monster fish in front of them seemed to sense something at this time. Turn your head immediately. Seeing Mo Chong approaching, the human-faced monster fish was stunned at first. However, when he saw the floating boat made of fish bladders that Mo Chong was stepping on, the faces of more than a dozen human-faced strange fish changed. Suddenly, they all broke up.

Mo Chong breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, it's better not to do it. He was about to put away the Fire Phoenix Sword in his hand when his eyebrows suddenly moved. I saw that above the lake in front of me, something was still floating on the surface of the lake. Because there is still a certain distance away, coupled with the lake water stirred by those human-faced strange fish just now, the lake surface is sparkling for a while, and I can't see what is in front of me.

Mo Chong frowned, glanced around a few times, and then looked at the bottom of the water below him to make sure that there was no face monster fish lurking, so he grabbed the oar and paddled towards the floating lake in front of him.

Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang......

As the distance got closer and closer, Mo Zheng's face changed, and he exclaimed: "Senior!?" I saw that the person floating on the lake in front of him was actually the middle-aged scribe who had taken him on a journey before. The middle-aged scribe's eyes were slightly closed, his breath was dying, and the placket of his chest was stained with blood, obviously injured a lot. Outside of him, there was a faint layer of pale cyan aura, and it was this pale cyan aura that prevented the approach of the lake, and at the same time held the body of the middle-aged scribe so that he would not sink.

It seemed that because of hearing Mo Chong's exclamation, the middle-aged scribe's expression moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. Mo Chong had already come to the middle-aged scribe at this time, grabbed his right hand with one hand, clasped his veins, and pressed the heart veins in his chest with the other hand.

Mo Chong did this, naturally wanting to check how the middle-aged scribe's injury was, but after a careful induction, Mo Chong's heart suddenly sank. The middle-aged scribe in front of him was hit hard in his chest, not to mention that even his heart had been broken. It's a miracle that he hasn't died yet. But if you want to revive him, even if the gods descend to earth, I'm afraid that I can't do it.

"Yes...... It's you......" the middle-aged scribe said weakly. As I spoke, I wanted to struggle to do it.

Mo Chong hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the middle-aged scribe's body, and said with a forced smile: "Yes." It's the juniors. Seniors, don't be angry, just lie quietly and wait for the juniors to heal your injuries. ”

The middle-aged scribe slowly shook his head, laughed dryly, and said, "Cure ...... Can I still be healed?"

Mo Chong was silent. With the cultivation of a middle-aged scribe, if it weren't for the fact that his heart was broken, how could he have fallen into this step? I didn't expect that when the other party was dying, his mind was still so clear.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes closed slightly, as if he was recuperating his spirits. After a while, when he opened his eyes, there was already a glimmer of light in his eyes. He struggled to sit up, clasped Mo Chong's hand tightly with both hands, and said, "I...... I beg you one thing!"

Mo Chong's voice was a little choked and said, "Yes, what did the seniors order, but it didn't hurt to say it." "He didn't have a deep friendship with the middle-aged scribe. It's just that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it. thought that if it hadn't been for the middle-aged scribe's action, he would have been buried at the bottom of the lake. At present, even a middle-aged scribe has fallen into such a fate with such a supernatural ability, what will become of him if he continues to walk?

The middle-aged scribe closed his eyes, as if gathering strength. After a while, he opened his eyes again, laboriously ripped off the storage bag on his waist, slapped it in Mo Chong's hand and said, "This ...... This one is up to you. As he spoke, he stretched his hand tremblingly into his arms, grabbed a palm-sized bag from his arms, stuffed it into Mo Chong's hand, and said with difficulty: "This...... Leave this to Bai Jingtang!" After saying this, the middle-aged scribe seemed to have exhausted all his strength, closed his eyes, and fell down again. The pale cyan aura that had wrapped him around him and kept him from sinking began to dissipate,

Mo Chong nodded slowly, looking at the middle-aged scribe's body that gradually began to sink, Mo Chong suddenly remembered something, grabbed the middle-aged scribe's shoulder and said loudly: "Senior! Senior, wait! How to get out of here! You have to tell me how to get out of here!"

The middle-aged scribe's expression moved again. However, he didn't even seem to have the strength to open his eyes, only slightly raised his right hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Mo Chong immediately subconsciously looked in the direction pointed by the middle-aged scribe. Of course, there is an endless lake over there, and there is nothing to see. By the time Mo Chong came to his senses and turned his head again, the middle-aged scribe had already sunk into the lake. Immediately under the surface of the lake, several human-faced strange fish gathered around the corpse of the middle-aged scribe, and let out bursts of laughter and noisy sounds from their mouths.

The more and more the human-faced monster fish gathered. Mo Chong couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he immediately flicked the oars and rowed away quickly.

The direction that Mo Chong drew this time was the direction pointed by the middle-aged scribe. He wondered if the middle-aged scribe still had the wisdom to show him the way. However, Mo Chong was still willing to gamble. Anyway, now he is aimless, and it is the same in any direction.

Although more than a day had passed since he had been separated from the other party, according to the distance he had drawn, in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe who could control the light, it would only take half an hour at most. In this way, the middle-aged scribe met with an accident shortly after he was separated from him. Could it be the same person who dealt with the human-faced monster fish before? However, a day has passed, and at that man's speed, he must have already gone far away, right? )