An hour after Mo Yi left, the space where Jiao Lun died experienced great fluctuations. A crack in the space was torn open, and a haggard and embarrassed figure walked out of the crack.
With his extremely keen perception of the strength of the world, he could clearly detect the traces and fluctuations of the formations that had existed here, and even sensed the aura of the great python.
But what he frowns more is that the strength of the ancient giant python is enough to match the sixth level of heaven. Even if it cannot last long, it is definitely a nightmare in front of ordinary heaven level experts.
Divine weapons have spirituality and have initially given birth to hazy consciousness. Only weapons that can accompany the monks to grow and fight together are worthy of being called divine weapons.
Although the Wild Soul Sword, the Jade Spirit Sword, etc. are not the original spirituality derived from the swordsmith's understanding of the way of heaven, they are sealed with the essence of the prehistoric bloodline. Such weapons are better than divine weapons if they are not magical weapons.[
You need to rely on formation to kill Jiao Lun, which means that the opponent is not very strong. However, the ancient giant python was also summoned, which is a bit unreasonable.
Confused, Jiaodong carefully inspected Jiao Lun's body, his brows furrowed even deeper. There was a smell of dragon's essence and blood around Jiao Lun's body that had turned into bones, indicating that Jiao Lun had swallowed dragon blood before his death.
The two life-saving trump cards failed to save Jiao Lun's life. This...
Dragon Blood, Giant Python, and Jiaodong thought of a possibility, but he really didn't want to believe it.
No matter what, Jiao Lun died because of someone else, and this revenge must be avenged.
The Wild Soul Sword is a sacred object of the Jiao Clan and cannot be lost.
Jiaodong closed his eyes and carefully sensed the direction of the blood-colored divine thoughts, then tore apart the space again and chased after him.
Mo Yi, who never stopped all the way, couldn't care less. The faint sense of crisis made him know that this time he was facing an enemy that was definitely difficult for him to defeat, and he had no chance of winning.
In half an hour, Mo Yi crossed the grassland, crossed the mountains, and flew at least several thousand kilometers, but the sense of crisis became stronger.
Mo Yi felt a strange aura fluctuation behind him, and the whole space was like water ripples. Then a crack opened, and a monster beast with red eyes and two horns appeared from the crack.
A pair of fists were punched out, the shadow of the fist was like a mountain, and the power was as strong as ten thousand. When the monster saw Mo Yi, he didn't say a word at all, but directly launched the most powerful attack.
The moment the monster came out of the crack, Mo Yi knew clearly that the opponent was the owner of the bloody spirit in his body, and he had already been fully prepared.
Although the pressure the other party put on him was extremely strong, for some reason, Mo Yi always wanted to give it a try before continuing to escape.
So he didn't turn around to avoid it. Instead, he waved the black gold dagger and launched the sky-cutting sword with all his strength. The light of the sword was as bright as the stars.
The sword light penetrated the opponent's fist, but the unbelievably strong power did not break away. The sword light was like stars, and with this power, one could reach the stars and the moon.
With the obstruction of the sword light, although it failed to destroy the opponent's fist, it blocked three breaths, allowing Mo Yi to avoid the crushing force in time.
The sound of rumbling suddenly sounded, and the ground was shaking, like an earthquake, causing nearby creatures to flee in a hurry.
Mo Yi looked at the huge pit on the ground that was tens of meters deep and nearly a thousand meters in diameter, and without any hesitation activated the light-escape technique to leave the shadow.
Jiaodong watched Mo Yi Dun Guang go away, regained his strength and chased after him.[
Mo Yi's performance made him absolutely certain that the other party was the monk who killed Jiao Lun.
The sword of Ruoxing just now made me feel a slight threat, and there was a strange pulling force in the sword light, which caused me to explode with all my strength, and the punch that could break mountains and crack the ground failed.
This kind of strength is indeed enough to fight Jiao Lun. If he relies on the power of the formation, it will be enough to threaten Jiao Lun's life.
Mo Yi escaped from the light extremely quickly, and was dozens of miles away from Jiaodong in the blink of an eye.
Jiaodong didn't expect that this masked monk would be so good at flying and escaping, and it was no weaker than the Jiao clan's escaping skills.
Just as he was about to tear apart the space and move to the front of Mo Yi, he felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. He couldn't even breathe, and almost lost his ability to escape light and fell.
Jiaodong came back to his senses, stabilized the light, and looked inside his body. He couldn't help but feel even more depressed.
The loss of spiritual energy is secondary, but the loss of essence and blood is quite large. Now the meridians are overwhelmed and scarred.
Although the backlash of the forbidden technique is not strong, it is troublesome enough and takes a long time to recover. Especially at this moment, whether it is revenge or retrieving the Soul Sword, it is an urgent matter.
If this monk returns to the human race's base camp, even if Jiaodong considers himself to be extremely powerful, he will never be able to do anything about this man.
The art of tearing apart space requires not only the consumption of a huge amount of spiritual energy, but also a powerful spiritual mind to locate the person lost in the space where the space is no longer empty.
The farther the distance traveled in space, the more unimaginable the burden on the body.
Moon City is tens of thousands of miles away from here, and the space has been torn apart five times. If it had not been supported by will, it would have collapsed long ago.
Mo Yi looked at the black stream of light chasing behind him from a distance, feeling quite confident in his heart.
Although they only exchanged one move, Mo Yi's corpse mountain came out in a sea of blood, and the opponent's weakness could not be concealed from him at all.
Mo Yi thinks that he can't fight against the super master who can tear apart the space people now.
But I took advantage of your illness to protect my life. It was really the blessing of gods and Buddhas that someone even better injured my enemy.
You can no longer tear apart space. If you want to catch up with me by escaping light, you want to see who can't hold on first.
The sun rose and set, the stars set and the moon set. The two of them flew across the vast ocean, across the barren desert, and passed through countless battlefields.
For two days, Mo Yi kept running away. Mo Yi threw Jiaodong hundreds of miles away, and even his shadow could not be seen.
Even though his body was made of bones made from heaven, it was still sore and swollen. He relied on the super spiritual power of the best spiritual stones to continuously absorb spiritual power to supplement his support during the flight.
If it were any other monk, his veins would have exploded and he would have gone crazy, but Mo Yi's physique was so strong that he couldn't even speak, so it would be extremely difficult for him to go crazy.[
Mo Yi felt uncomfortable, her body was extremely sore and exhausted, and her meridians were swollen and painful.
Jiaodong behind him was even more miserable. His body was almost on the verge of collapse. If he hadn't been supported by a strong obsession, he would have given up the pursuit long ago.
Mo Yi was thinking about how to deal with the enemy chasing behind him.
There was no human figure in sight, but the bloody spirit in his body constantly reminded him that he was not far behind him.
I originally thought that the opponent was now weak, but the two of them were chasing him day and night, so they should have beaten him down no matter what.
Just half of the spiritual energy of my top-quality spiritual stone was gone. You can imagine how much spiritual energy was consumed.