The soul-stirring ancient great immortal cheated on the corpse in the cultivation world Chapter 147: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 56
Chapter 147: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 56
The battle on Mo Yiyi's side has escalated into hair-pulling with the little thief. Both of them have lost their natal swords and pens, and now they can only fight hand-to-hand.
In something like a hand-to-hand fight, the little thief should have the upper hand.
But he couldn't resist Mo Yiyi's quick recovery. Even if he pulled off the blue dzi bead hairpin on Mo Yiyi's head, Mo Yiyi would grit her teeth and endure the high temperature, turning into a mummy and fighting with him!
Of course, the little thief didn't miss anything. He tore off Mo Yiyi's hairpin and scratched the thermal insulation circle he had drawn close to his body. The little thief was also dizzy from the heat.
Even when Mo Yiyi was still in the form of a mummy, attacking him vigorously, he was already scorched red with less air coming in and more air coming out!
When Butanol came back from Yujian, he saw two people who were almost dying, struggling with each other. What he saw was that Butanol hated iron and could not become steel.
"Where is the sword? Where is your sword? Why do you, a sword cultivator, fight with others? Where is your sword, Junior Sister Mo????"
Yes, where is her sword??
Mo Yiyi was in so much pain that she almost lost consciousness, but she still heard Butanol's reminder.
Butanol saw her looking very confused, and immediately slapped her forehead and reminded her again.
"That's your natal sword, you summon it!"
Summon? How to summon? Will it appear if you call it? She didn't even give it a name.
Mo Yiyi was still holding the little thief tightly at this moment. The little thief was also roasted to death soon, and his struggle became weaker and weaker.
"Summon! Summon!!" Seeing that Mo Yiyi still hadn't responded, Butanol threw his sword in front of her.
Before his sword fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand.
"Here comes the sword!"
I saw the thrown sword flying back again faster than it flew out, and the hilt of the sword landed in the palm of Butanol's hand. The sword was still shining brightly in the dark night!
Mo Yiyi didn't even have eyes at the moment, but she still knew what was happening around her, so she subconsciously opened her mouth and made an extremely hoarse and unpleasant sound.
"Sword..come!"
The sound was distorted, but it did not prevent her natal sword from obeying the master's command and breaking out of the buried yellow sand!
The golden sword embryo shone brightly in the dark night. It flew in front of Mo Yiyi, but because Mo Yiyi didn't stretch out his hand, he didn't know where to stay. It could only float in front of Mo Yiyi with its light.
At this moment, Mo Yiyi could no longer see her, but the feeling of blood connection still made Mo Yiyi clearly know that it was her natal sword!
At this moment, she finally let go of the little thief she was holding tightly, and then tried her best to open her withered and stiff hands.
The golden sword embryo slowly fell down and landed in the dry and stiff hand of its master, shining brightly!
Noila Mo endured the pain and slowly tightened her hold on her natal sword.
The tight grip at this moment made Mo Yiyi feel that the overwhelming pain was no big deal!
Mo Yiyi lost consciousness for a few breaths because of this feeling, and then her brain, numbed by the pain, started to move. She opened the storage compartment and took out another umbrella with a black background and gold patterns based on her feeling.
The same umbrella as before was opened, and the excessively high temperature outside was isolated under the umbrella, which allowed Mo Yiyi and Butanol to breathe!
Butanol hung the night light on the umbrella, and the warm yellow light illuminated the place where they were.
Mo Yiyi transformed into eyes under the umbrella, and then began to deal with the internal organs, as well as the overly dried flesh and bones.
She could no longer find her hairpin, and the pain left her with no time to think about what else she could do to cool down. Fortunately, although the temperature under the umbrella was still a bit high, it was bearable. This small world was enough for the two of them to breathe.
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Butanol sat on the flying sword and meditated to recover from his injuries, and Mo Yiyi took this opportunity to replace his skin.
She wanted to transform directly into her original form, but this time she had to endure the pain for too long, and the process of replacing her little by little was too torturous.
But she held back the tears that she couldn't shed, gritted her teeth and did not change back to her original shape, but continued to change bit by bit.
So she knew she had to be familiar with it all.
She is not a human cultivator and cannot improve her body like a human cultivator. Her only advantage is that she can replace any part of her body and make any part of her body look like new!
But she did it too slowly, and she was not skilled enough. When fighting against others, she would do it even slower when she was distracted!
If she could have been replaced faster, wouldn't she be in such an embarrassing situation?
Mo Yiyi didn't want to be the weak one all the time. Although this battle was ugly, it also made Mo Yiyi see a different path!
When Butanol recovered, Mo Yiyi was already clean and sitting on the soft cushion, eating fruit and drinking herbal tea.
But when Butanol opened his eyes, the first thing he did was not to eat and drink with her, but to blurt out an education.
"Junior sister Mo, as a sword cultivator, how could you forget your sword? You actually fought hand to hand with an enemy without a weapon!"
Butanol is a little angry and incomprehensible, and so on.
"What about your sword moves? What about the sword moves you have practiced for more than a year? Why did you only poke after the battle? Are you still injured against those ink-spotted tigers? In addition to appearing to have more numbers, they are actually fart
Using the sand puppets that you don’t have, why don’t you attack them with your own sword? Instead of wasting so many sword talismans?!”
Butanol is also in the Qi refining stage, and in the later stage of Qi training, he is only a little higher than Mo Yiyi, so he can't understand why Mo Yiyi is so busy and wasteful!
Mo Yiyi also knew that she didn't cope well this time, so she listened quietly to Butanol's training, and after he finished speaking, she even took the initiative to pour him a cup of herbal tea.
Mo Yiyi couldn't say anything to refute, after all, just like Butan Chun said, she had been practicing sword moves for more than a year, at least three hundred times a day under the supervision of her master and master.
After practicing so many times, it stands to reason that she should have become proficient in it.
But the fact is not.
Her first battle was still disorganized!
It looked like she won this battle, but in fact she relied on a lot of external forces.
Like the ruined umbrella, her hairpin that can cool down, and the sword talisman that the master made for her master...
And she, after using so many things, the final battle was still a mess.
After Butanol drank the cup of herbal tea, he felt a little calmer, and then he remembered that Noila Mo was his sponsor, so he stopped scolding him.
But that's all he said, he thought about it and said it again.
"Today we have a night's rest. After you get used to the outside temperature tomorrow, we will start practicing. I will be your opponent. You have too little experience in dealing with enemies, and you will definitely suffer in the future."
What else could Mo Yiyi say, she could only nod.
It wasn't that she didn't want Butan Chun to be her opponent, but she was worried about tomorrow's adaptation to the outside temperature.
Improving one's pain tolerance limit requires a step-by-step process. Mo Yiyi wanted to take it slow, but it was obvious that Butanol didn't think so!
Butanol saw Mo Yiyi nodding, and then reached out to get the fruit to eat.
If you are willing to endure hardship, you will be successful, but if you are afraid that you are not willing to endure hardship, in the end, no matter how sharp the sword in your hand is, it will be useless when you encounter an enemy.
No matter how many people you hire to guard you, they can't make you stronger!
The two of them hid under the umbrella and recovered for a while, before Butanol's peripheral vision fell on the little thief who was also under the umbrella's coverage.
"He's not dead yet."
Yes, although this little thief is in a terrible state, and his whole body is burnt red and black, he looks like he is taking in less air and letting out more air.
But he was still breathing under the umbrella.
After Mo Yiyi recovered, he hung a small silver-white bell under the umbrella. It also had a cooling effect. Because the temperature under the umbrella dropped in time, he survived.
When the two of them were pecking at each other before, Mo Yiyi really wanted to kill him.
But now, she couldn't do it anymore.
Butanol could tell what Mo Yiyi was thinking almost at a glance, and he sighed again, hating that iron could not become steel.
"He is an enemy. You cannot show mercy to the enemy! And he is still alive. Does your loot belong to you or to him?"
After speaking, he pointed at the unconscious little thief on the ground and said directly.
"Kill him, now, while he is still alive, kill him."
What does a swordsman want from a woman?
What Sword Cultivator pays attention to is only to cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, and they will grow again when the spring breeze blows!
Keep him alive, how do you know whether he will be grateful to you or hate you afterwards?
Rather than leaving trouble behind, it is better not to be merciful in the first place!
This world of cultivation has no room for people who feel compassion for their enemies, nor can it tolerate monks who have never seen blood on their hands!
Noila Mo looked at the little thief on the ground, and then at the particularly determined Senior Brother Ding. Her breathing was a little rapid.
It is true that she has never killed anyone. She has lived for more than forty years and has always lived a life of peace and harmony. The only exciting thing she did was witnessing the death of a nun.
Let alone killing people, she has never even killed a rabbit!
But is there a problem with the butanol requirement?
Mo Yiyi knew that there was no such thing.
Mo Yiyi closed her eyes, and under Butanol's cold and hard gaze, she finally jumped off the cushion and walked towards that person.
He had passed out and was truly on the verge of death. He didn't need Mo Yiyi to make up for it. Maybe after a while, he would die on his own.
But Butanol asked Mo Yiyi to kill him while he was still alive!
The natal sword of the swordsman requires the blood of the enemy to sharpen the edge, so this is a good opportunity!
Mo Yiyi made up her mind faster than Butan Chun expected. She almost just stood there and hesitated for a moment, then raised the natal sword embryo in her hand!
Mo Yiyi raised the sword high, and then brought it down hard without any pause. The fierceness was as determined as fearing that she would regret it!
However, Mo Yiyi's decisive sword did not really fall on him!
Just before Mo Yiyi's sword was about to pierce his chest, the little thief's body was enveloped by a layer of spiritual power, and that layer of spiritual power blocked Mo Yiyi's sword!
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