"Ice Condensation Technique, this person has actually mastered this kind of defensive spell"
A well-informed foundation-building monk uttered these words with difficulty.
The Three Strange Spells are extremely difficult to practice. Even monks with Three Strange Spiritual Roots can rarely practice high-level Three Strange Spells. Many Three Strange Spells still rely on the mana runes obtained from monsters to cast the Three Strange Spells.
The cold-faced boy was only in the late stage of foundation building, and was slightly higher than Fu Ranxin. He had actually mastered the most difficult ice-condensing technique among high-level ice spells. This was something that many people did not expect.
"It turns out that this person does not rely on the mana runes of monster beasts to cast ice spells, but is an ice monk himself. No wonder even the ice spear technique, the least powerful among high-level ice spells, can display such terrifying strength."
The power of spells cast by relying on mana runes is very different from the spells cast by one's own cultivation. Whether it is the control of spells, the speed of casting spells, and the power of spells, the spells cast by one's own cultivation are far more powerful than those cast by mana runes.
Spells.
"He...he's not dead? He was hit by such a terrifying blow, but he's not dead?"
One of the guards asked in disbelief.
"That's right, he's definitely not dead. That's fine. Leave the rest to us."
The other guard had gone completely crazy because of the previous battle.
"Brothers, avenge the captain, avenge the commander-in-chief, kill!" A guard in silver armor, with eyes split open, wielded a big ax with a cold glow in his hand, and flew towards the human-shaped ice cube standing in the air.
"Protect the young master"
Fu Ranxin shouted loudly, and the dozen or so evil cultivators who hurried over let out bursts of harsh laughter, and rushed over with all kinds of strange magical weapons in their hands.
The war finally broke out.
Dozens of groups of light burst out in the sky. The foundation-building guards of the passenger ship and the foundation-building passengers who did not want to be slaughtered joined forces and launched a general attack on more than a dozen evil cultivators.
Fireballs, flying swords, stone cones, and water bombs were flying in all directions. Spiritual energy weapons collided with each other, and the battle became fierce.
A large number of guards rushed towards the location of the human-shaped ice cube. More than a dozen evil cultivators were divided into six people to protect them. Although the cultivation level of the evil cultivators was not much different from that of these guards, their methods were ruthless, they were rich in experience, and their high-level magic weapons were even more powerful.
They appeared one after another, and with the help of six people, they were able to suppress the crazy attacks of more than a dozen guards.
From time to time, people screamed and fell from high altitudes, falling into the sea covered in blood. After being hit by a wave, they were directly swallowed by the ruthless sea water.
The dark sea surface was gradually dyed with a layer of bright red blood, and the strong smell of blood gradually attracted several monster beasts swimming nearby.
Although the Qi Refining monks on the deck could not directly participate in the battle, they knew at this moment that if they did not contribute any more, when all the Foundation-Building monks in the air were wiped out, they would have no choice but to become mermaids.
Many monks in the Qi training period have already condensed the mana runes of monsters in the Niwan Palace, so they can barely cast some first-order spells to harass the evil cultivators in the air from the side.
Ye Mo looked at the human-shaped ice cube in the air with burning eyes. The magic power circulated in the meridians faster and faster, and came out through the body, stirring up into powerful magic power fluctuations, erupting with an astonishing momentum, knocking out several Qi Refining monks around him.
He was so frightened that he backed away.
He originally did not want to get involved in this battle, and was planning to wait until the two sides were fighting each other to find an opportunity to take away the two brothers and sisters in the cabin and escape from the bottom of the sea.
It's not that Ye Mo is ruthless, there are too many such battles and killings in the entire Blood Sea War Zone, and even in the entire Kyushu.
To him, this is a meaningless battle.
If he were a casual cultivator with no worries and only wanted temporary pleasure, he would have already jumped up and helped the captain without hesitation.
But he is not alone. He is the lord of the fairy city. He has a heavy responsibility and cannot easily participate in such a battle.
Until the loyal and courageous guard leader gave a desperate blow, Ye Mo seemed to be touched by something, his heart was filled with fear, and he no longer had any scruples.
"When you are alive in this world, you cannot follow your heart happily, and you cannot fight freely whenever you want. If you are timid, how can you achieve the great road? I am the city lord, but I am also a monk who practices against heaven."
Ye Mo stood up from the ground and rushed into the fighting crowd like a cannonball.
The knot in his heart was suddenly relieved. Ye Mo felt that the energy in his meridians that had seemed stagnant suddenly became much smoother. Even the spirit in Niwan Palace became much more agile. His consciousness moved like an arm, and the energy moved easily.
It can be converted into mana and cast out.
The moment Ye Mo soared into the air, the cold-faced boy in the human-shaped ice cube suddenly blinked his eyes, and the ice cubes on his body made a crisp sound, and finally exploded.
The cold-faced boy who exploded the ice cubes glanced around with a frown, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his long and fair fingers made a seal in the air. A stream of silver-white mana shot out from his fingertips before exploding.
on the ice fragments.
The surrounding ice cubes were rolled up by the cold-faced boy's magic power and tremblingly stabilized in the air.
As the cold-faced boy continued to use his magic skills, these irregular-shaped ice cubes slowly condensed into ice cones, shining with a cold light.
Many monks on the passenger ship noticed the actions of the cold-faced boy, and they were even more afraid of the ice picks in the sky. They wanted to retreat, but the evil cultivator in the foundation building stage in front of them seemed to have noticed the ice picks around them and launched a desperate attack.
He clung to the monk on the passenger ship who was trying to escape.
"All, go to hell"
The cold-faced boy snorted coldly, spread his hands, and dozens of ice picks floating around him buzzed into a silver light and shot towards the monks on the passenger ship around him.
"My life is at an end"
Many monks on the passenger ship were horrified. Faced with the powerful spell of the cold-faced boy, they were completely in disarray.
"Thunder Net Technique"
At this critical moment, a purple figure shot out and blocked the sky in front of the icicles.
With a clasp of both hands, purple electric wires burst out, instantly opening up into a grid of dozens of feet in size in the air, and swung out to wrap around the incoming ice cones.
Most of the ice picks driven by the cold-faced boy were only the size of fists. When they rushed into the lightning net, they were hit by fine lightning. The ice picks themselves were quite brittle, and they immediately burst into pieces during the lightning strike, turning into ice fragments all over the sky.
The cold-faced young man's eyes turned cold, he looked at the figure surrounded by purple electric light, gritted his teeth and said: "Thunder Cultivator"
When all the ice picks were exploded by the thunder net, the purple electric light on the stranger's body was withdrawn, revealing a slightly delicate face of a young man.
This person is none other than Ye Mo.
The mana runes from the monsters in Niwan Palace have been completely refined by Ye Mo, because he has eight spiritual roots. Although each spiritual root is not strong, he practices the mysterious skills of the Purple Sword Immortal Palace -
— "Five Elements and Three Wonderful Sword Techniques"
Although his cultivation is only at the fifth level of foundation building, he can cast five elements, three magic and eight series of spells, especially the thunder net technique of the thunder system. Because of the blessing of mana runes, it is already comparable to the thunder net technique that can be cast by monks who specialize in the thunder system.
The power of the technique is almost the same.
"Who are you?"
After the cold-faced boy's previous continuous spell casting, coupled with the ice condensation spell he had just cast, he had consumed a lot of mana in his body. Facing a mid-stage Foundation Establishment monk who also practiced the three magical techniques, he felt a little lacking in confidence.
"Ye Mo, I used this ship to go to other areas in the Blood Sea War Zone. Unfortunately, I was unlucky. The ship I was on was besieged by my brother. Since I am in the same boat as these people, how can I do my part?"
Ye Mo responded calmly.
"Since Brother Ye is a thunder cultivator, how can he be compared with that group of trash? This passenger ship has nothing to do. I advise Brother Ye to leave it alone and go."
The cold-faced boy said coldly.
Ye Mo was startled when he heard this. He never thought that the leader of the evil cultivator in front of him would actually say these words.
It seems that this group of evil cultivators are also people who expect the strong and fear the weak.
The voice of the cold-faced boy was neither loud nor quiet. Although the monk on the passenger ship was desperately dealing with the offensive of other evil cultivators, he clearly heard these words in his ears.
They never expected that the evil cultivators, who were so brutal and ruthless in their attacks, would actually agree to let go of a foundation-building monk.
The evil cultivators under the young man were also stunned for a while, and they all focused their attention on Ye Mo, trying to see who could make the ruthless leader say such words of weakness.
"If I leave, brother, you can take advantage of me to deal with these people, and then turn around and hunt me down."
Ye Mo pondered for a moment. If it had been before, he would have accepted the other party's kindness, but looking at the eager eyes of the injured passenger ship monks and the passenger ship guards who suffered heavy casualties, he finally shook his head.
The young leader's face darkened, his pupils shrank, and he said word by word: "With my character, Shirakawa Jun, I always speak my words, brother Ye, don't worry too much."
Ye Mo chuckled and said with a sarcastic tone: "Really? I didn't know that the person who attacked Captain Lin just now was you, Bai Chuanjun, but your character is nothing more than this."
"Ye Mo"
Bai Chuanjun shouted coldly, his anger boiling over and his teeth chattering, "Are you going to retreat or not?"
"What are you talking about? Are you afraid?"
Ye Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer.
"I'm scared...I'm scared? Hahaha, interesting, interesting. If I hadn't spent a lot of mana just now, I would still have let you go?"
Baichuan Jun laughed angrily, and all his magic power suddenly shook, and the terrifying cultivation level of the seventh level of Foundation Establishment came in, putting great pressure on Ye Mo, who was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.
"A small fifth-level foundation-building monk is ridiculous, extremely ridiculous."
After a moment, Bai Chuanjun stopped laughing suddenly, glanced at the evil cultivators around him with a stern look, and said sternly: "Whoever told you to stop, kill them all. Kill them all without leaving a trace."
As soon as these words came out, the evil cultivators around him couldn't help but shudder. They nodded hurriedly in response, and with a pinch of the magic formula in their hands, they once again fought with the passenger ship cultivators.
"Let me see what you are capable of Xuan Bingzhu"
Bai Chuanjun clapped his hands together, and when he opened them again, a silvery brilliance and cold ice magic bead was suspended between his hands.
The mana fluctuations on the silver ice bead were extremely strong, and layers of frost mist condensed in the air around the ice bead. Ye Mo knew just by looking at it that this ice bead was no ordinary magic weapon.