As soon as the head of the Xiao family said this, everyone subconsciously looked at Ye Mo, wondering how he chose.
Everyone can see that the head of the Xiao family has made it clear that he wants to kill Ye Mo, and he also covets Ye Mo's Ten Thousand Thunder Ancient Tree and Nine-Transformation Divine Ape. Most monks can also see the loopholes in the rules, but they don't.
Who says it.
Even Huangfu Qingyan didn't say anything about this. She just looked at Ye Mo. She wanted to know how this young man made his choice.
Ye Mo, on the other hand, sneered in his heart and said without hesitation: "Since senior and fellow Taoists from the alliance have this interest, Ye Mo should accompany him, but before that, I would like to ask senior to show me the stakes."
"Okay, young man is happy enough."
The head of the Xiao family did not hesitate. He flipped his palm, and a bright light shone in his palm. When the light faded, a strange purple spiritual grass appeared. Upon closer inspection, there were actually traces of mysterious lines and imprints.
On the grass blades, there is a mysterious charm.
"This is a sacred grass used to transform gods. It is as famous as the spiritual ointment of the Southern Demon. Not long ago, you failed to escape the tribulation. You were lucky enough to survive, but you were knocked down. Now I am betting on the sacred grass of transforming gods. This
Is sincerity enough?”
The head of the Xiao family smiled lightly.
"How stingy."
Gu Tianfang immediately sneered.
The heavenly materials and earthly treasures used to transform gods, the magical medicine and spiritual herbs are indeed extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary monks, but in the eyes of these Southern Demon Saints, they are nothing more than that. If needed, it is very simple to give Ye Mo a copy.
Things are even more incomparable to the Ancient Tree of Ten Thousand Thunders and the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape.
The head of the Xiao family did not change his expression and said with a smile: "My friend, this is wrong. Although the Ancient Thousand Thunder Tree has a great name, it is not worthy of its name. It can withstand tribulation thunder well, but it cannot withstand all tribulation thunder. It needs
Only by cultivating the extremely precious treasures of heaven and earth together with the calamity thunder can the true transformation be completed. It is now... just a sapling, and its value is actually not that great."
"The same goes for the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape. No, it's the Eight-armed Demonic Ape. After all, we don't know whether it has transformed successfully, but my friend is so sure. Could it be that the demonic ape has transformed successfully? If that's the case,
Naturally, I want to change something to gamble."
"No, that's fair. This junior does lack the tools to transform into a god. However, this god alone is not enough. If the senior is really sincere, he should also bet on the auxiliary spiritual materials needed to transform into a god."
Ye Mo thought for a while and said this as he didn't want to expose that Yin Jiuchen had become the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape.
"Okay, let's not talk nonsense anymore. I would also like to ask the head of the Pei family to set up a magic circle so that the young people can fight."
The head of the Xiao family nodded slightly, and his spiritual consciousness sent messages to the people in the family. Soon, other auxiliary spiritual materials were also delivered. They were piled up on a small table, like a hill, blooming with misty colorful rays of light and dense spiritual energy.
The fragrance is so fragrant that it makes people jealous.
On the other side, the head of the Pei family did not get up and leave the table. He turned his palm and a mini array disk appeared in his hand. Then he tossed it lightly, hit a few magic tricks at will, and shouted softly: "Quick!"
I saw this formation disk skyrocketing, the sky filled with rays of light, hundreds of formation disks disappearing into the void, and then large amounts of extremely rich white smoke surged out from the void.
The smoke was extremely rich, and quickly gathered and condensed together, turning into a huge arena, suspended in mid-air, with a translucent magic circle covering the entire arena, shimmering with clear rays of light.
"This is a set of formation disks that I have refined by my own hands. It is called Qingyun. It is now a semi-finished magic formation. It is powerful enough to trap the middle stage of divine transformation for an hour. It is enough for these young people to use in their magic battles."
The head of the Pei family spoke in a confident and arrogant tone, but there was no room for disdain, doubt, and no one else. The Pei family's reputation was there, and the formation master association was controlled by the Pei family. What's so strange about this little trick.
Seeing that the magic circle arena was set up, Ye Mo rolled up the sleeves of his robe, dressed in ordinary green clothes and danced, his figure swept away, and arrived at the magic circle arena in a blink of an eye.
"There are all the top elites of the alliance here. Is there anyone who wants to have a battle with Lord Ye City? Don't worry, I won't blame you if you lose. With the talent to transform into gods, the Xiao family can still afford to lose. But if we win,
If you do, this spiritual material will be yours."
The head of the Xiao family glanced at all the young monks around him.
At any other time, the head of the Xiao family would never say such a thing. After all, it is a spiritual material that can transform gods, and it is extremely valuable. If you waste a few more copies, a big family like the Xiao family will be very distressed, but this time
When compared with the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape and the Ancient Tree of Ten Thousand Thunders, this small price is nothing.
Of course, the purpose of doing this is because he doesn't understand Ye Mo well enough.
Ye Mo was fine in the past, but now after three years of "quiet cultivation", they have no idea what methods Ye Mo has and what kind of progress he has made. Therefore, the Xiao family leader wants to use a piece of spiritual transformation material to attract others and let a cannon fodder go.
Test Ye Mo's skills.
It's a pity that no one is a fool. They can see what the Xiao family's master is planning, and there are loopholes in the rules. Who would inexplicably sacrifice their lives for the Xiao family?
Although there are some people who are taking chances, they are also hesitant. They don't believe that Ye Mo is a kind man and a believer who will show mercy to them. If they dare to come to power, they will become Xiao family's accomplices without any other actions. Yi Mo
In this situation, they will never show mercy.
Other families did not let their children be used as cannon fodder, and the monks in the Feixianxian City, the main city and other cities did not come forward. For a while, the scene was a little cold, and the head of the Xiao family seemed a little embarrassed.
The head of the Xiao family didn't pay attention to this, and still looked at the many young monks with a smile. After a long time, a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old stood up and sighed softly: "I don't have enough qualifications, and I don't have any in this life."
The opportunity has turned into a god, and there is not much life left. Instead of waiting for the opportunity, it is better to give it a try. Master Xiao, I am willing to challenge you."
The appearance of this man attracted a lot of attention, and some people recognized him.
"He is a famous monk in the main city of Ling Yunfei under the Xiao family. He gave birth to a baby at more than four hundred years old. He is not young. Now, more than three hundred years later, he is also a veteran Nascent Soul monk. Although his qualifications are not very good, but
He has a rich life experience, his magical powers are not simple, and his combat power is at the level of the top sect leaders of the ancient East China Sea Tiandao Alliance."
"Converted into the combat power of the Nanmo Demon Fighting Platform, it is about twenty rounds, which is stronger than the average ninth-level Nascent Soul monk."
"It seems like this fellow Taoist has quite a lot of magical power."
"Naturally not small."
…
The middle-aged monk ignored the comments of many monks, and without squinting, he stepped up into the air, and when the magic circle opened, he ducked into it.
When Ye Mo met the middle-aged monk, he just bowed lightly and then quietly gathered momentum.
One fights for an opportunity.
It's just for self-protection, there's nothing to say.
"Lord Yecheng, I'm offended!"
The two faced each other for a moment, and the middle-aged monk suddenly shouted, his eyebrows suddenly sharpened, his eyes shining brightly, he raised his hand and patted the storage bag, and suddenly a large piece of dazzling green light shot out, swirling in the air, and it turned out to be a large field of light.
There are one hundred and eight green bamboo magic swords in total, rushing towards them like clouds.
Each handle of the Green Bamboo Magic Sword is imprinted with golden patterns, which are extremely extraordinary and emit a whistling sound. Such a large number would give even monks of the same level a headache when encountering them.
However, Ye Mo did not move, looking at the middle-aged monk from afar with his calm and bright eyes.
Suddenly!
Two rays of white light shone in Ye Mo's eyes, hazy like water and curling like smoke, making people involuntarily intoxicated.
Moonlight Killing Territory - Arrive!
Actuating the moonlight spell, Ye Mo seemed to have two bright moons rising in his eyes, and the cold smoke of the moonlight continued to spray out all over his body. At the same time, the figure slowly became blurred, and finally disappeared.
The middle-aged monk felt a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and he was wary. But the next moment, he was attracted by the eternal bright moon that slowly climbed up "in front of his eyes". The vast, desolate, ancient, and beautiful breath hit his face.
Come.
"not good!"
After being attracted for a moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly came to his senses. He bit his tongue in a hurry and felt a sharp pain in his mouth. At the same time, the smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, but he finally woke up.
The crisis did not really come. When he woke up, the middle-aged monk discovered that a dark and unparalleled sword light had already arrived in front of him, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"Duh!"
The middle-aged monk did not panic in the face of danger, spitting blood from his mouth, raised his hand to seal the secret, and a string of fragrant beads burst out with unparalleled divine light, and took it out to meet Ye Mo's Withered Yuan Sword.
"The response was very quick. It's a pity that the purpose of cannon fodder is to test and make your death worthwhile."
Ye Mo's expression remained unchanged, and the Withered Youyuan Sword moved forward without retreating at all.
"when!"
The tremolo sounded like gold and iron, deafening. The small string of beads seemed to be particularly extraordinary. It did not break immediately, but buzzed and trembled. It continuously collided with the Withered Yuan Sword, and the power of the magic weapon exploded endlessly.
The divine light here is gushing and surging, like a sky fire leaping and beating, soaring up into the sky.
"break!"
Although the string of beads was extraordinary, it could barely compete with the Withered Youyuan Sword. The next moment, Ye Mo shouted, and the Withered Youyuan Sword trembled violently. The faint black light surged, as if it was constantly swallowing the beads.
The ray of light emitted finally turned out to be like a black magic sun, which was staggering.
In the end, the beads were broken into pieces, with dozens of beads cracked and cracked, filling the sky.
The middle-aged monk spat out his blood and his eyes quickly dimmed.
He still had many useless methods and shouldn't have been defeated so quickly. But he didn't expect that Ye Mo's methods were so weird and his attacks were so fast. He couldn't react and could only use his magic weapon to block. Unfortunately, he still couldn't block it.
.
At this moment, he has been severely injured and can no longer be Ye Mo's opponent.
"What a pity...my Qing Wu Bead."
The middle-aged monk sighed, closed his eyes and waited for death.
The Wither and Youyuan Sword had a strong black light, as blazing as fire. Ye Mo raised his hand and collected the sixteen beads in his hand. He strung them together with a hair and threw them to the middle-aged monk, and then struck the sword without hesitation.
Swing out violently!
"puff!"
The sword light was like a rainbow, wiping out all the vitality of the middle-aged monk.
"Thank you."
With only enough time to say two words, the light in the middle-aged monk's eyes dissipated, the Yuanying was also destroyed, the Yuanshen collapsed, and fell completely.
Everyone in the Xuefeng Forest was astonished, with disbelief in their eyes.
A monk at the ninth level of Nascent Soul, with twenty rounds of combat power, could not survive even three moves under Ye Mo!
Where are his thunder spells! Where are his various spells? Where are his physical martial arts!
With just one spell and a magical sword, he killed a twenty-round monk in three moves. Is this... what kind of joke are you kidding the world of immortality?
However, many deity-incarnation venerables and many most powerful monks stared at the young man on the ring with intense light in their eyes, knowing that they still looked down upon this young man.
On the ring, Ye Mo lifted up the middle-aged monk's body and gently threw it off the ring. The Withered Yuan Sword slowly released radioactive black light, floating beside him, making the void around him slightly distorted, and the sword light was dark.
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