The Night Messenger clenched his hands, and when he saw Yun Ao dying under Yun Mo's sword, his anger surged out uncontrollably.
On the high platform, the heads of the major families looked at their noses with their eyes, and their noses looked at their hearts.
Zhao Wuji and the elders of the Canghai Sect, who had already stayed out of today's events, smiled sarcastically.
I let you watch the opera at that time, and now you become an opera singer.
Just when Yun Mo was about to run away quickly, a majestic and vast spiritual power rushed towards Yun Mo like a river, making it difficult for Yun Mo to move.
"The pressure of the spiritual wheel realm!"
Thinking of this, Yun Mo knew that he might not be able to escape today.
He turned around and stood with his sword in hand, looking at the opponent with no fear in his eyes.
Night Messenger was a little surprised by Yun Mo's performance. This boy's talent was incredible, but unfortunately he couldn't control it.
After a long time, the Night Messenger raised his right hand, and a dark spiritual light gathered in his palm.
The aura of death in the black light filled the surrounding area. Although the onlookers couldn't bear it, no one could bear it.
Nangong Haotian stood outside the corner, knowing that the battle between them was no longer necessary.
Yun Mo won, but he was convinced that he lost!
Yun Mo could clearly sense the huge energy contained in the pitch-black light group, which was far beyond what he could resist now, but he was still unafraid.
"The Seal of Annihilation appears!"
boom!
Along with a soft drink.
The Night Messenger waved out his palm, and the dark spiritual light transformed into a seal and blasted straight towards Yun Mo.
Just when Yun Mo was about to slash out with his sword with all his strength, a deep voice that Yun Mo was quite familiar with sounded in the bluestone square.
"Ye Buyu, as a senior, you are so shameless to attack a junior in front of everyone!"
At this moment, the pitch-black seal approaching Yun Mo suddenly collided with a golden ball of light. In an instant, the pitch-black seal was annihilated in the void.
While the aftermath was commotion, an old man in gray robe stepped into everyone's sight.
"Mo Lao?" Yun Mo's eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's you, Mo Wuya!"
The Night Messenger narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an extremely solemn expression for the first time.
"Little friend Yun, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you still look like you!"
Mo Wuya ignored Ye Buyu, but turned around and smiled at Yun Mo.
After taking a closer look at Yun Mo, Mo Wuya's frightened mind relaxed slightly after discovering that he had only suffered minor injuries.
"Mr. Mo, what are you..."
The worry deep in Mo Wuya's eyes naturally couldn't escape Yun Mo's sight.
The person in front of him was none other than Mr. Mo who Yun Mo met in Tianyuan Pavilion.
In Tianyuan Pavilion at that time, Yun Mo thought he had picked up the cold light sword.
But after thinking about it carefully, it was absolutely impossible.
Just imagine, how could a strong man in the spiritual wheel realm fail to detect the hidden mystery of the Cold Light Sword.
Mr. Mo is a strong man in the spiritual wheel realm. Yun Mo reincarnated and re-cultivated. His spiritual sense is so sharp that he can naturally feel that the energy contained in the golden light just now is not weaker than the seal of the Night Messenger.
Mo Wuya was not surprised at all by Yun Mo's doubts, but he was in no hurry to explain.
He just took out a shiny elixir from his arms and said: "Little friend Yun, this is a healing elixir. You need to recover your injuries first."
"If someone named Mo is here today, no one can hurt you."
Wow!
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the arena burst into noise.
This was the first time they had seen someone who dared to be so arrogant in front of the seven ambassadors of Tianxuan Kingdom.
Yun Mo felt awe-struck and without hesitation, he directly picked up the elixir and swallowed it.
Then, he felt a majestic medicinal power begin to nourish his body, and the spiritual power in his body gradually began to recover.
"Mo Wuya, it seems that you must go against me today?"
Ye Buyu couldn't help but said angrily when he saw the other party's behavior.
"Ye Buyu, it is in vain that you, as one of the seven ambassadors of the empire, shamelessly attack a junior and have the nerve to speak nonsense!"
Mo Wuya looked upright and spoke righteously.
Hearing this, Ye Buyu was about to refute, but was speechless for a moment.
After a long time, he finally realized that he had been famous for a long time and there was no way he should take action against a junior today.
If the other six people knew about this, how would he lose his face?
The thoughts in his mind were fleeting. After much consideration, Ye Buyu decided to let Yun Mo leave for the time being.
After all, it takes a long time for a genius to truly grow up, so why should I be so worried?
Seeing this, Mo Wuya also let out a long sigh.
The cultivation level of the two of them is between the same. If they really fight, my old arms and legs cannot bear the torment.
"Ye Buyu, you still look like a strong man."
Mo Wuya glanced at the other party with relief and realized that the other party had no intention of stopping him. He turned around and faced Yun Mo.
"Little friend Yun, let's go."
"Where to go?"
Yun Mo was a little confused, and he seemed to have a close relationship with him in Tianyuan Pavilion.
Mo Wuya wanted to save himself despite breaking up with Ye Buyu. The strangeness in this is self-evident.
"Haha! Aren't you curious, little friend Yun, who asked me to save you?"
A meaningful smile appeared on Mo Wuya's old face.
"My little friend, all of this is the Lord's order, and I am also acting according to your orders. It's best for me to leave with you first. After all, the trap you set today is quite big."
Mo Wuya naturally knew about the trouble Yun Mo had caused before he came, and Su Jianghe was a very fearful figure even if he was the head of his family.
But the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him was fearless and killed Su Jianghe's most beloved son.
What made him unbelievable the most was that this kid could actually defeat the Lingyuan realm with the Spiritual Mortal Realm!
It's really incredible.
Thinking of this, Mo Wuya looked at Yun Mo with the same eyes as his peers.
"This is... the Cold Light Sword?" Mo Wuya squinted his eyes and asked doubtfully after confirming again and again.
"Ahem... This is indeed the Cold Light Sword, but it has undergone some changes before."
A rare trace of embarrassment appeared on Yun Mo's face. The cold light sword was originally supposed to be a silver sword, but now it was filled with purple light.
As for the reason, only he knows.
Mo Wuya didn't say much. After all, the owner of the Cold Light Sword was Yun Mo and had nothing to do with him.
Just when the two were about to leave, two angry figures intercepted Yun Mo.
"Boy, you killed my introductory disciple of Xuantian Sect, and you still want to leave unharmed."
Zhao Wuji had a gloomy look on his face. When he saw Ye Buyu fluttering his sleeves and leaving, his mind became active.
"Hmph! Yun Mo, you killed my registered disciple, you must pay with your life!"
The elders of Canghai Sect also scolded angrily.
"Those two people have a deep grudge against me, so I'll kill them anyway. What can you two old guys do?"
Yun Mo glanced at Mo Wuya next to him and said confidently.
"Shu Zi, how dare you speak such arrogant words!"
Zhao Wuji angrily yelled.
As soon as he finished speaking, the soles of his feet suddenly stood up from the ground, and powerful spiritual power spurted out.
The next second, he curled his fingers together, and a dark spiritual power wrapped around his fingertips, along with the cold wind in the void, pointing towards Yun Mo.
Seeing this scene, Yun Mo moved his steps slightly sideways and ducked behind Mo Wuya.
Mo Wuya's eyelids twitched when he felt the oncoming black finger light. No wonder this boy dared to be so arrogant in the face of a warrior at the peak of the Lingyuan realm.
"Mr. Mo, take action quickly!"
Seeing the offensive approaching, Yun Mo warned aloud.
Mo Wuya looked more serious, raised his right hand, and struck out with an understatement.
This palm seemed ordinary, but it shattered the opponent's fingers in an instant.
"What, you are... a strong person in the spiritual wheel realm!" Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
Irresistible!
This was the thought that flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind.
As the inner sect elder of Xuantian Sect, he is already at the peak of the Lingyuan realm.
The opponent cracked his own moves so easily, and his strength is unfathomable.
Seeing this situation, the Canghai Sect elder on the side could not help but tremble slightly.
Fortunately, he didn't take action just now. If he angered such a strong man, the two of them wouldn't be able to withstand even one move from the other.
"Little friend Yun, let's go."
Mo Wuya looked at Yun Mo with a smile, which made Yun Mo a little uncomfortable.
However, Yun Mo didn't say much. After taking a deep look at Zhao Wuji and the other two, he stood up and followed Mo Wuya.