After a moment, Mo Yu stopped, turned around and looked behind her expressionlessly.

"Hehe, I have no intention of being unfavorable to fellow Taoists. I just borrowed your sea of ​​fire to escape." Although the young man in brocade robe smiled, his breath was still indescribably gloomy.

Soon, the cold female cultivator fell down. When she stood, a layer of white frost quickly spread outward. The young man in brocade robe glanced at her, and a trace of heat flashed deep in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"The three fellow Taoists are indeed together. In this strange garden, there are more people to be safe." The white-faced man stepped out, bowed and looked at Mo Yu in a blink of an eye. "Today, thanks to fellow Taoists' methods, otherwise I would have to go through some trouble if I want to escape."

Mo Yu looked calm, nodded when he heard this, and said nothing.

The white-faced man smiled but didn't care.

The young man in brocade robe suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that we are not the only ones who have received help from fellow Taoists."

Soon, the sound of breaking through the air came faintly, and I was slightly identified, probably as many as a dozen people.

Swish!

Swish!

The spirit of the two teams of thirteen monks showed up. It was after Mo Yu that they came to the platform. The two monks who had a grudge against each other. Now they are one in front and one behind, and they look at each other badly.

As soon as he arrived, a monk in the six-person team said directly: "The garden here is strange and dangerous. I wonder if this fellow Taoist is willing to join our team?"

Mo Yu looked at it and shook his head and said, "No need."

The monk looked disappointed, but he didn't say much, and instead invited the young man in brocade robe.

"Hmph, there is no benefit to be with you except being dragged down." This person spoke, but his attitude was very sarcastic.

The monk said with a little embarrassed look on his face. He looked at the cold female cultivator and the white-faced man. Seeing that they had no reaction at all, his expression became gloomy, "Since that's the case, I'll say goodbye first!"

He turned around and left directly with the five monks behind him.

The team of seven monks looked at each other, perhaps knowing that it was impossible for the four people in front of him to join, so he bowed his hand and left in the other direction.

In a blink of an eye, only Mo Yu and the other four were left here.

"Everyone, since we can all walk here, then we will not say secret words. This garden is just a formation. Although we can't see it clearly, we can barely understand it." The young man in brocade sneered, "It's okay to stand here for the time being, but once we leave, hehe... So, I suggest that you and I join forces to at least break out of this garden safely first. I wonder what you think?"

The white-faced man's eyes flashed slightly, but his eyes were slightly drooping, but no one noticed it. He paused when he heard this and smiled, "I'm just thinking about it."

The cold female cultivator frowned slightly, and soon stretched out, nodding without saying a word.

"Okay, now there are only fellow Taoists left. I wonder if I want to join us?" The young man in brocade robe turned around and looked.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded slowly, "Joining with the four fellow Taoists, I will naturally agree."

The white-faced man immediately laughed, "You and I will join forces, be cautious, and there may not be a great fortune in this ruin. I am named Bei, so you can call me fellow Taoist Bei."

"The three of you have seen the original body below, so I won't talk about the many, just call me fellow Taoist Scorpion."

The cold female cultivator's lips moved slightly, "Cold!" sounded like a person, cold and warm.

Mo Yu bowed, "I'm in the next chapter of Mo."

The four of them each claimed their surnames and had a preliminary understanding, but if they said that they had some thoughts in their minds, they would only know.

At this moment, the white-faced man's face changed slightly and he suddenly said, "Three, we should leave this." As he spoke, his expression was plain, but Yu Guang carefully observed the reactions of the three people around him. A trace of surprise flashed in Mo Yu and the cold female cultivator's eyes, and he could not hide it from his eyes.

The young man in brocade robe seemed to be unaware of it, and waved his hand and said, "It's still early. At our speed, it's still time to leave."

The white-faced man moved his heart slightly and smiled, "It's a surprise, I'd better leave earlier."

The young man in brocade robe looked at him, "Okay, then listen to what fellow Taoists said, let's go." Yu Luo took a step forward, and his figure roared forward.

The white-faced man smiled at Mo Yu and the cold female cultivator and followed behind.

"The two of them are familiar with the forbidden formation, and you and I will take care of each other to avoid being plotted against." When they spoke in a low voice, the cold female cultivator's expression did not change at all. A faint light flashed outside their body, and they followed the figures of the two.

Mo Yu glanced at her back, stepped on her feet, and her figure fell to the end.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Four figures, like meteors, whistling forward like moonlight, were roaring forward. I don’t know how many distances I had walked, but I couldn’t leave it. As far as I could see were all thick spiritual trees, spiritual herbs, and gravel paths, and from time to time, you could see some rockery and pavilions built in the garden, but naturally no one would collect them now.

Three hours later, a pavilion appeared in sight.

The young man from Jinban said, "Okay, this pavilion is temporarily safe, let's take a break here."

Behind him, the white-faced man swept across the surroundings, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "I think that perhaps the open space outside the pavilion is more suitable for rest."

The young man in brocade frowned slightly, looked at him, and smiled deeply, "Fellow Taoist said it well, I almost misunderstood."

A trace of worry flashed in the cold female cultivator's eyes. She looked carefully for a few times, but there was no gain. She looked behind her and saw that Mo Yu's eyes were also uneasy and confused, and she couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

The four of them fell down and did not talk much. They sat down for a distance to regulate their breathing, restoring internal loss.

After half an hour, the white-faced man opened his eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist Scorpion, Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist, we should leave."

The young man in brocade robe looked at him again, hummed low, and flew forward first.

Looking at his back, the white-faced man hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Don't worry, two fellow Taoists, you will definitely widen your eyes and will not let you and me in danger." This was heard, but it seemed to be meaningful.

Mo Yu was still at the end, and he had no expression on his face, but there was a little bit of vague mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, in the valley ahead, you and I will go in and take a rest." The young man in brocade robe pointed behind him and took the lead in it.

The white-faced monk did not enter immediately, but looked carefully for a while before nodding gently, "No problem." He fell, and took a step forward and stepped into the valley.

The cold female cultivator felt a little relieved. She was about to move forward, but her brows frowned slightly and turned to look behind her. The monk named Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at the valley, and a faint sneer was on the corner of his mouth. The woman was slightly stunned, and then she didn't know what she thought of, and her pretty face became even colder.

In the valley, the young man with brocade robe and the white-faced man looked extremely ugly in an instant. "What do you mean by the two fellow Taoists? Could it be that they can't believe us?" The former spoke in a cold voice, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The cold female cultivator didn't know how to speak, so she subconsciously looked sideways.

Mo Yu smiled coldly, "I really want to trust fellow Taoist Scorpion and fellow Taoist Bei, but how do you believe in this way?" He paused and said, "If you want to argue, then please stay in this valley for half an hour and don't walk out, how about?"

The white-faced man's face slowly dissipated. He looked at him deeply and said lightly: "It seems that he was taking a look. Fellow Daoist's cultivation level is probably higher than us." He said calmly, but undoubtedly admitted some things.

The young man in brocade robe turned even more gloomy. Thinking of what the two of them did along the way, they were all seen like clowns, and they couldn't help but laugh, "Fellow Daoist Bei, since this is the case, you and I won't delay any more. Take action and kill them!"

The cold female cultivator took a step back, her whole body was chilling, and the temperature in the void suddenly dropped rapidly, condensing pieces of pure white ice, slowly falling.

Mo Yu looked up and his eyes met the white-faced man, "I want to know, who are you?"

The white-faced man's face changed slightly, and then he spoke lightly, "Fellow Daoist, do you have the qualifications?" He raised his foot and stepped suddenly, with a loud "bang" sound, and cracks like broken spider webs on the ground spread out rapidly. At this time, his body had already rushed over, and the air hitting his body made a "puff" sound, and a punch was blasting forward!

Mo Yu sneered, stepped heavily under his feet, and punched forward with the same punch!

Bang!

Fist-to-fist, the wave-like shock wave under the two feet rushed backward, causing the ground to explode wildly. The powerful recoil force failed to make their iron-cast bodies take a step back. The two of them closed their fists without a pause, and swung forward again at the same time.

The dull sound was like thunder, and the two figures were almost as loud as lightning, turning into a tangled phantom, which had already exceeded the naked eye's observation range. But the waves of terrifying aura were enough to make people know the horror of the fighting between them!

The young man with brocade robe's eyes slightly contracted, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and said with a grim smile: "Fellow Daoist Han, your body is quite good, why don't you give it to me to swallow it. How about recovering from his injuries?" As he spoke, the figure of this person rushed out suddenly.

The cold female cultivator raised her hand and took it forward, "100,000 frozen!" In an instant, endless cold air surged out of nothingness.

Click!

Click!

The young man in the brocade robe suddenly began to freeze outside his body, covering his whole body in a blink of an eye, quickly becoming thicker, and becoming a huge piece of ice.

But the next moment...

boom!

A huge scorpion suddenly appeared, exploding the ice outside the body, and its huge tail was fiercely pulled down in the shrill sound of breaking through the air!

Bang!

Bang!

The loud noise broke out almost at the same moment, and the two entangled figures retreated at the same time. They stopped after seven steps, and they were truly evenly matched, regardless of the upper and lower levels.

Mo Yu's face was expressionless, and the black robe suddenly broke on his chest, revealing a clear fist mark, but there was no scar on his body. This punch obviously failed to cause any damage to his strong body.
Chapter completed!