After Da Wuhui rushed out, the Heaven-defying Golden Lotus was instantly overwhelmed by countless Gu Eagles that shot towards it.
Da Wuhui soared into the sky, and the vultures seemed to sense Da Wuhui's rush out immediately. All the vultures in the sky and on the ground aimed at Da Wuhui and shot out black objects. Da Wuhui was flying with his sword. Because there was nothing to stop him.
The magic weapon and spell were immediately surrounded by black objects, forming a human-shaped black object in the air.
Gu Diao seemed to have forgotten the Heaven-defying Golden Lotus at this moment, spitting out black objects over and over again towards the new target. Da Wuhui slowly formed an oval black object in the air and fell slowly.
The moment Da Wuhui rushed out, he saw countless black objects coming from all directions. There was no fear or panic in his expression. There was only one thought in his mind. He was to control the enlarged September Broken Sword to lure away these Gu carvings, but
How could the sixth-level ferocious beast Gu Eagle be as low-level as a fourth-level celestial being? The persistence in his eyes to protect Le Yunyan and Qiqi was completely covered up by the black object.
Then, Da Wuhui clearly felt that he was falling. Thinking of the weak Le Yunyan half-kneeling on the heaven-defying golden lotus, Qiqi's helpless eyes, Da Wuhui felt that a fire was burning in his heart...
Da Wuhui, who was wrapped in a black object, suddenly fell down.
At the entrance of the mountain road down the mountain, a middle-aged scribe floated out from the forest of towering ancient trees. This man had a white face and sharp eyebrows, his narrow eyes revealed a sinister and cunning light, and his thin lips curved into a strange arc.
The middle-aged scribe looked at the wrapped golden lotus and Da Wuhui who landed on the ground, with a smile in his eyes. He was about to fly towards Da Wuhui when a voice came from the woods.
"Who are you? How can someone who is not from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect control the ferocious beast Gu Eagle?"
When the middle-aged man heard these words, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he turned his head and looked behind him. Behind him stood an ordinary man. This man has an ordinary figure and appearance. If you take a look at the ordinary man, then throw him in.
You can't find anyone in the crowd.
If Da Wuhui hadn't been wrapped in the black object of the Gu Diao at this moment, he would definitely have recognized this person at a glance. This ordinary person who looked ordinary in every aspect was actually Zang Yue!
"The Wushuang Valley at the foot of Cuizhu Mountain prevented this city lord from finding clues about Black Moon, and now it's trying to ruin my good deeds." The middle-aged scribe said in a cold tone.
After hearing the middle-aged scribe's words, Canyue looked at the majesty of a superior person that appeared all over the middle-aged scribe's body. She chuckled and said, "So, you are the mysterious Lord of Sixiang City."
"I, the city lord, are in a good mood today. Let me give you a break and get out of here!" The middle-aged scribe's tone was very cold.
Canyue smiled, not caring at all about the middle-aged scribe's tone, and said thoughtfully: "Very few people know about the black moon in the center of Jiujing Mountain, and of course you are one of them."
The middle-aged scribe looked at the waning moon coldly.
"Many people in the Nine Sects and Fives now know this news. I guess it was you who delivered the news." Canyue's eyes suddenly changed from casual to staring at the middle-aged scribe and said, "You have not been through the Nine Prisons in Sixiang City for many years.
Shan, it seems that he is disappointed with himself and wants to rely on other people's strength to break through Jiujing Mountain and then sit back and enjoy the success."
The middle-aged scribe's pupils shrank and he didn't speak.
"It seems that my guess is correct." Looking closely at the middle-aged scribe, Zangyue naturally observed the middle-aged scribe's slight abnormality.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged scribe's tone was still cold.
"It doesn't matter who I am. If you take these three people with you today, you may never get through Jiujing Mountain." Zangyue's expression showed no emotion.
"What's the meaning?"
"Didn't you notice the sword that the boy with the smile on his face was holding?"
The middle-aged scribe was startled, thinking of the strange black broken sword in Da Wuhui's hand. The luster, the material - the middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a strange brilliance. He remembered that the black moon in his hand was actually the same as Da Wuhui's hand.
The luster and material of Wuhui’s Broken Sword are exactly the same!
"Who are you?" The middle-aged scribe looked at Zan Yue with a slightly changed expression and asked again.
"It doesn't matter who I am. If you want to get the Black Moon of Jiujing Mountain, you'd better let them go and just follow the show." Canyue smiled at the middle-aged scribe's reaction, as if Da Wugui asked him a question.
Same time as ever.
The middle-aged scribe moved his hand slightly, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly gathered towards him...
"I heard that the Lord of Sixiang City is a very deep and well-strategized person, but I didn't expect him to be so restless. What good will it do to you now to fight with me and lose both sides?" Can Yue's spiritual power circulated throughout his body, and he stepped back slightly, still
said laughingly.
"Killing you will have no impact on me at all." A cruel smile appeared on the middle-aged scribe's face.
Cangyue smiled and was about to use the spell when a cold breath came over. This breath carried an innate killing intent, which made people feel chilled.
Cangyue and the middle-aged scribe were startled at the same time and looked towards the place where the breath came from. They saw that all the Gu carvings were staying there motionless, and the oval black objects on the ground were rapidly shrinking and shriveled...
"Born to kill!" the middle-aged scribe exclaimed.
Cangyue's expression was also extremely moved. I haven't seen Dawu regret for more than a month. What happened to him?
The middle-aged scribe and Zang Yue thought at the same time: Da Wuhui was flying in the air just now, but the two of them were wary of each other, so they forgot about it for a while! This kid looks like he is at the peak of the third level of heaven, how can he fly in the air? How could he do that?
Is there a golden elixir for killing?
Could it be that he is hiding his strength, why can't he see it? The middle-aged scribe thought again.
The last time we fought with him, he was clearly in the early stage of the third level of Celestial Being. What happened? Zang Yue thought.
The two of them paid attention to the black object wrapped around Da Wuhui at the same time, but at the same time they were wary of each other.
The black object is still shrinking, slowly revealing a human shape...
at some point.
The outline of Da Wuhui was clearly revealed, and the black object had turned into a layer of dry matter.
"Ah——" Da Wuhui looked up to the sky and roared, and all the dry matter in his body was instantly shaken off.
A breath of the early stage of the fifth level of heaven burst out immediately, and then the whole body flashed with starlight, and once again returned to the peak of the third level of heaven...
"How is it possible? He is only at the early stage of the fifth level of heavenly being, and he has just improved." The middle-aged scribe's face turned extremely ugly and said, "Not only did Gu Diao's soul-absorbing Gu not absorb his spiritual power, it actually
It was sucked back by him and became his spiritual power to upgrade!"
Cangyue was also shocked and speechless, Da Wuhui's situation was too strange to imagine.
Both Can Yue and the middle-aged scribe clearly saw Da Wuhui's suppressed cultivation in an instant. They understood why Da Wuhui's killing golden elixir was not seen by them at first. It turned out that he had a magic weapon that suppressed his cultivation.
The magic weapon that suppresses cultivation can actually prevent them from seeing it. This magic weapon? The middle-aged scribe suddenly thought that it should be at least a magic weapon possessed by the realm of real people, above the realm of gods and humans...
There was a trace of greed in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe.
"Ah——" Da Wuhui howled again, holding the huge September Broken Sword and rushing towards the Gu Eagle on the ground...