"The Order of Thousand Opportunities of the East China Sea Rises!"
Throwing up the folding fan, Mu Yingluo quickly formed seals with her hands.
The sound sounded, and a sandalwood sign from his waist turned into light and flew out.
On one side of the wooden sign was the word "East China Sea" and on the other side was the word "Qianji". As soon as it appeared, it rose up against the storm, forming a huge shield in front of Mu Yingluo.
On the wooden sign, a faint brilliance circulates, which looks quite ordinary.
But the long-faced old man's heaven-shaking sword light struck, but the moment it hit the wooden sign, the vast expanse of light dissipated in an instant, and the flying sword was frozen in the air.
"Huh? What kind of magic weapon is this? It has the effect of restraining flying sword attacks?"
The long-faced old man's pupils shrank, his eyes showing surprise, and then his cloudy eyes began to shine, locking the magic weapon of the wooden sign in the air.
But before the long-faced old man could take any further action, there was a gust of fragrant wind, and from the crowd behind him, another figure rushed out.
"Tsk tsk, the skills of the monks in the East China Sea Islands are really good. However, this is Muyun State, and we don't allow you East China Sea monks to act wildly!"
A tender voice sounded, and Mrs. Jiuquan, the former monk of the Shadow Palace, also chose to take action at this moment.
The Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace was destroyed, and Lin Wuyou rebelled and regained control of the Demonic Shadow Palace, which could no longer accommodate her.
At this moment, trying to join the Holy Spirit Cult is undoubtedly her best choice.
As early as the beginning, Mrs. Jiuquan had already thought about the purpose of this trip.
The charming body was flying in the air, and the few clothes on her body seemed to come to life under the stimulation of true energy.
The graceful figure danced in the air, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. Her clothes turned into ribbons, carrying bursts of continuous power, bypassing the wooden sign defense, and attacked Mu Yingluo from behind.
Mu Yingluo took advantage of the situation to catch the falling folding fan, and continuously activated the roar of the wind to resist the oncoming attack. At the same time, she was fighting and retreating.
But after all, she was injured. Facing Mrs. Jiuquan, who had a stronger cultivation level, although she barely blocked it, the injuries inside her body were still there.
It is also intensifying further.
And before the two of them could decide the winner.
"The Holy Spirit Cult has saved my life. Xu Qingdai cannot sit idly by in this battle."
"Fellow Taoist, I'm offended!"
Halfway up the mountain, Xu Qingdai, who was standing side by side with Fenglingyou, jumped up after a brief hesitation.
Fengling You also raised his head to pay attention to the situation above. When he saw his wife beside him making a move, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, intending to stop it.
But after all, his cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage, so when he stretched out his hand, it was all empty.
As Xu Qingdai joined, Mu Yingluo's heart skipped a beat.
In the distance, she saw Yuanying monks approaching one after another quietly, obviously ready to make a move, and Mu Yingluo's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
"It's over! My life is over!"
I lamented in my heart and despair occupied my mind.
But she didn't give up easily. She gritted her teeth and the only thing she could do was to do her best to respond.
However, when he was seriously injured, he was faced with the situation of one against three.
Mu Yingluo tried her best, but couldn't find an opportunity to escape. Instead, her injuries became more serious and she was obviously exhausted.
As for the Saint of the Holy Spirit, when she saw this scene, she just watched silently, adjusting her aura, and was not in a hurry to join the battle.
"Sigh... I didn't expect that I saved her life back then, but now... she still can't escape the disaster!"
"From the previous contact with Zhu Hanwei in Donghai Qunda, it seems that this woman...or the power behind her is probably not simple in the Donghai Islands."
"But at this moment, after fighting in this field, no one else came to help. It seems... this trip should be her personal behavior. This
Mu Yingluo's cultivation is not bad, and her magic weapon is also good."
"It's a pity that he acted too recklessly. From this point of view, it was not unreasonable for him to be captured by the lord of Sunset City in the East China Sea Islands."
Su Twelve mingled in the crowd, shaking his head and sighing secretly.
Facing Mu Yingluo who was in crisis, she had no intention of helping.
Not to mention that he had no obligation to save people, even if he wanted to help, there were so many Nascent Soul stage monks present, and it could be said that they had basically made their stance known.
Once you take action, it's still unclear whether you can save the other party, and you will definitely fall into danger first.
In this case, Su Twelve knew exactly what to choose.
It’s just a cup of tea time.
With a crisp sound of "click", the token that blocked the old man with a long face exploded on the spot under the bombardment of several consecutive sword moves by the old man with a long face.
On the other hand, under the joint attack of Mrs. Jiuquan and Xu Qingdai, Mu Yingluo's true energy was exhausted, and her internal injuries were also extremely serious.
After another fight, Mu Yingluo screamed and was shot down from the sky, like a meteor falling from the sky.
With just the remaining strength, he shattered a mountain peak in the distance.
In the dust and sand, Mu Yingluo was lying on the gravel, her bones were broken to pieces, her breath was like a thread, and she could no longer move an inch.
"it's over!"
The long-faced old man pocketed the broken wooden sign in front of him, followed closely behind with his flying sword, and wanted to kill it in one fell swoop.
"well……"
"After this battle, the Holy Spirit Sect will definitely absorb a lot of fresh blood and increase its power."
"This is their opportunity, and it is also my opportunity. At that time, I can take the opportunity to sneak into the Holy Spirit Cult and further
Find out the origin of this sect. At the same time, we must also try to get the fifth Nine-turn Pill."
"However, there is a spirit detection formation here, plus the inexplicable spying at the beginning. The true level of cultivation must have been broken by them."
"You have to try to leave first, and then try to sneak in by other means afterwards."
Shaking his head and sighing softly, Su Twelve saw Mu Yingluo's life hanging by a thread. His expression was neither happy nor worried, and his mood was as calm as water, without any disturbance.
With his thoughts turning secretly, he raised his head again and looked at the mountain peak wrapped in clouds.
The location where the Jiuzhuan Dan appeared was still invisible due to the shroud of white clouds. On the top of the mountain, the scattered sparks in the sky, accompanied by a ball of fire in the middle, had gathered nearly half of it.
Seeing all this, in just a moment, I had a next action plan in my mind.
Before the long-faced old man could hit Mu Yingluo with his flying sword, Su Twelve shrank, turned around and walked away from the crowd.
But the moment he turned around, a sudden change occurred.
In the Dantian, the second Nascent Soul trembled violently, its rice-like eyes ignited with blazing fire, the body of the miniature figure trembled violently, and its long fiery red hair flew everywhere.
In just one breath, it was directly out of Su Twelve's control. After Su Twelve rushed out of his Dantian, it turned into a fiery red stream of light and soared into the sky.
The speed of the second Nascent Soul is as fast as lightning, which is still several times faster than the flying sword speed of the long-faced old man attacking Mu Yingluo.
Thousands of monks present only felt a red stream of light appear and disappear before their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a red-haired Nascent Soul appeared in the sky, impartially, and threw himself into the fire of hope that had gathered more than half of it.
At the moment of contact with the fire of hope, the inner body of the Nascent Soul villain rioted, and suddenly released an astonishing attraction, and at an astonishing speed, the fire of hope, which was more than half condensed, was absorbed into the three-inch body.