Chapter 343: The Ninth Mission - The End of the Cthulhu 41
Wu Yao stretched out his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. Mo Yiyi would have forgotten the injury if he didn't say it. He stretched out his long grappling hook and pulled the healed part apart again, and then used spiritual power threads to pull each other together.
combine.
Wu Yao's movements were smooth and smooth, and there was no trace of pain that should have been felt. The corners of his open mouth were also closed together, as if he had not been injured at all, and not even a drop of blood was left.
Moreover, while doing this, Wu Yao did not stop scolding Mo Yiyi!
Throwing such a big guy out of the blue is a waste of money and will kill people. If these old guys hadn't reacted quickly and brought all the disciples from each family with them when they escaped, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
How many years has it been, how many years has Wu Yao not felt this creepy feeling?
Mo Yiyi successfully triggered Wu Yao's sense of crisis again. Since he became the Mahayana stage, he has never been afraid of anything, only boundless fighting spirit!
But this time, Wu Yao was really shocked!
Of course, not only did he feel his scalp was numb, but other Mahayana people also felt their scalps were numb.
Now everyone has entered the rampage mode and the sage time, which is quite confusing anyway.
Mo Yiyi listened to Wu Yao's scolding without saying a word. After a long time, when Wu Yao's mood calmed down, she grabbed Wu Yao's sleeve and asked her master.
"Master, where is the evil god?"
Wu Yao pursed his lips and said angrily.
"Where else could I go? I was scared away by you! Where else could I go!"
"Master, are you confident of defeating that evil god?"
Have it?
No!
Even if they have several Mahayana warriors with pseudo-immortal weapons on their side, they are not sure of victory against this evil god!
However, this is just one god. From this moment on, as they advance further into the Western Continent, the evil gods they will face are almost all of this level, and there may even be ones higher than this level!
Desperate?
despair!
Especially for people who have experienced this once, their hearts will be even more desperate.
The defeats and tragedies of the past will not disappear as soon as they are no longer mentioned.
These powerful monks have been guarding there for thousands of years and have not tried to attack the Western Continent again. The most fundamental reason is that they know that they cannot win. The evil god has become a climate and they cannot win!
The reason why he was still willing to follow Mo Yiyi in this charge was, in the final analysis, just because he was unwilling to cause trouble.
But here, they finally met a truly powerful enemy, and they once again felt their powerlessness.
Wu Yao cursed loudly at his son and disciples. How much of this was due to the palpitations of the rest of his life after the disaster, and how much of it was to vent the sourness and helplessness in his heart?
It’s useless, give up.
How many times have these words come to your lips, and how many times have they lingered in your heart?
Wu Yao said nothing, but Mo Yiyi understood.
She looked at the master who looked away from her, as if he was angry, but his eyes were actually red.
Mo Yiyi took a good look at Wu Yao again.
Wu Yao was really embarrassed.
The injuries on the face were secondary, and the body was the hardest hit area.
He was covered in blood, and the blood belonged to no one else but his own!
Mo Yiyi stretched out her hand and opened the bloody hole on Wu Yao's sleeve. The arm seemed to be intact, but in fact it was full of pits. A lot of the flesh had not had time to grow, but the skin was trapped first.
Wu Yao slapped away Noila Mo's hand that was tugging at his clothes, and used his spiritual power to fill up the gaps like needlework, preventing her from looking in.
Do you want to back down?
Mo Yiyi looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and at the crystal world outside the magic circle. In the endless distance, there was still a strong filthy air rolling!
No one knows when that evil god will come back, or whether he will alert other evil gods.
It would be difficult for them to fight just one statue. If there were one more...
This is not a thousand years ago. Thousands of years ago, there were so many powerful people in the world of cultivation. In the Mahayana period alone, there were tens of thousands of them, and there were countless powerful half-blood beasts of various kinds. In the world of cultivation at that time, the families were so rich, and there were so many pseudo-immortal weapons.
There were a lot of treasures and treasures left behind by various ascended powers. Even so, they still lost!
And now, what do they have?
Compared with a thousand years ago, their overall strength has not recovered even one tenth!!!
Mo Yiyi grabbed her master's sleeve again and said very firmly.
"Master, let's go dig a hole in that day!"
Wu Yao froze, then turned back to look at Mo Yiyi. Mo Yiyi tried hard for a long time to smile at Wu Yao, but in the end she just curled her eyes.
"Master, let's open the sky and let the sun shine in. We have to defend this position!" There is nothing to be afraid of when there is a strong enemy. Even if we move forward little by little and can get back even an inch of land, that will be good.
!
Looking at Mo Yiyi like this, many words ran through Wu Yao's mind, such as whimsical things, fantasy stories, and idiotic dreams!
Wu Yao felt that he should reason with Mo Yiyi at this time and tell her that this place was not the edge of the dark clouds before. The filthy air here was very strong and the dark clouds here were also extremely thick. It was not casual at all.
Some spiritual stones can be washed away!
But when the words came to his lips, Wu Yao licked his fangs and smiled at Mo Yiyi.
"I knew from the beginning that you are a waste of money!"
Wu Yao reached out and picked up Noila Mo, then without saying anything, he took Mo Yiyi directly into the air!
He teleported under the dark clouds. It was very dangerous to be so close to such a strong filthy air, but neither Wu Yao nor Mo Yiyi were afraid!
Mo Yiyi sat on Wu Yao's shoulder, lowered her head and asked her master.
"Master, are you afraid?"
"Ha?! I've never been afraid since I was born!"
Noila Mo curled her eyebrows, then she stretched out her hand, palm upward, through Wu Yao's spiritual power shield, as if she could touch the dirty air outside!
Afterwards, a dragon clan relic was taken out. As soon as the huge relic appeared, it was dispersed by the rich filthy air, and then the dark clouds condensed by the filthy air began to roll!
The billowing filthy air seems to contain a monster that can eat the sky. If you get a little closer, it can evoke the greatest fear in people's hearts!
But Wu Yao is still very stable. He holds Mo Yiyi firmly, facing the maliciousness of this huge filthy energy without evading it. There is no cowardice in his eyes except fighting spirit and hatred!
How much spiritual energy is needed to dig a hole through the dark clouds inside the Western Continent?
Mo Yiyi can accurately tell you that there are 13,300 dragon clan relics!
When a beam of light only as thick as a little finger hit Noila Mo's eyes, her stiff face seemed to soften a little!