Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

"Brother Yan, why are you doing this..."

Looking up at the precious mirror in mid-air, the man in Confucian robes couldn't help but sigh.

The Haoyang Mirror, a renowned existence on the Chaos Myriad Spirits Ranking, was one of the opportunities the other party had obtained in the past, and he had seen it many years ago.

However, this item is damaged and cannot be used normally.

To his surprise, the other party chose such a drastic method as 'sacrificing their life for the mirror'.

This is a forbidden technique of the Wood Clan. Once used, it can control almost any spiritual treasure, but the price is also huge. Not only will the user die and their soul be destroyed, but they will also be unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Is it worth it?" the man in Confucian robes wondered to himself, while his eyes glanced at another woman in the distance. She clearly understood something and her expression was equally complicated.

The precious mirror hung high, radiating countless rays of light. Within a radius of several thousand feet, all the death energy and the Netherfire were instantly purified, and the endless flying snakes scattered and fled as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

That precious mirror also possessed a special function; under the illumination of the rosy light, all concealment techniques were completely exposed.

Just like that, Mo Juren, who was originally hiding in a secluded location, was suddenly exposed.

Not only him, but the mysterious entity that had been hiding before also revealed itself at this moment.

Hundreds of feet away, a strange flying serpent was suspended in mid-air. Its shape was somewhat similar to the scattered flying serpents around it, but there were also many differences.

First, its size is dozens of times larger. Second, its scales are multicolored, and its surface is constantly radiating a seven-colored halo, making it exceptionally beautiful.

A single, jet-black horn grows from the top of this snake's head, its surface also shimmering with iridescent light.

“Seven…Seven-Colored Python!” Almost instantly, the other two Void Refinement Realm Wood Clan members recognized the python’s origin and exclaimed excitedly.

Clearly, the origin of this seven-colored python is anything but simple; otherwise, neither of them would have lost their composure like this.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even paying attention to the other human man whose body was exposed, the woman immediately raised her hand and pointed to the small tower above her head.

In an instant, the small tower shot out like lightning, flying directly above the seven-colored python. Before it could react, a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared, pulling it directly into it.

When the small tower returned to its top, the woman's face immediately showed satisfaction.

"It's the famous Seven-Colored Python! Congratulations, Captain!" Upon seeing this, the man in the Confucian robes beside him couldn't help but show envy.

"I never expected to encounter such a legendary spiritual object. No wonder it has such a powerful ability to hide, making it difficult for even us to detect it."

"However, this shouldn't be a pure 'Seven-Colored Python,' but rather a mutated variety. After all, according to the records, this python doesn't possess the talent to bewitch the mind; even those of us with cultivation levels like yours and mine would be affected," the woman analyzed carefully.

"The captain is right, that's indeed the case." The man in the Confucian robe nodded slightly, then suddenly his tone turned cold.
"Speaking of stealth ability, it's not just the Seven-Colored Python. There is an even more remarkable existence here. With only the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul stage, he has already made himself undetectable to you and me."

As he spoke, he finally turned to look at a certain figure, his pale purple eyes gleaming with a cold light.

At this moment, his killing intent soared to the sky, but at the same time, he was also extremely curious about who the human man in front of him was and how he had managed to do those things before.
Beyond their ability to conceal themselves, the other methods they displayed were even more incredible.

The Heavenly Wood Formation and the Bodhi Heart Method were successively destroyed, resulting in the deaths of more than a dozen Nascent Soul stage juniors. Even the three Void Refinement stage cultivators were nearly driven to the brink of despair. Now, Mu Yan, one of them, sacrificed his life to the mirror, which finally reversed the situation.

These events, one by one, are simply unbelievable to be the work of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator; no one would believe it if it were told.

"This operation suffered huge losses, all because of this person, he deserves to die!" The woman's expression was equally cold, and without any nonsense, she immediately struck out with her palm.

The next moment, a gigantic, ethereal, bluish-green hand appeared out of thin air and slammed down like lightning.

Thinking of her own losses and her previous humiliation, the woman was filled with boundless hatred. Although she only struck out with one palm, she did not hold back at all.

Logically speaking, the opponent, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, should have been no match for them. However, what happened next caught both her and the man in Confucian robes completely off guard.

A flash of purple lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a dragon's roar, and then a purple dragon, its body crackling with lightning, appeared.

"Roar..." The dragon's roar rose again, and the falling illusory giant palm was easily neutralized.

Upon seeing the purple dragon, both Wood Clan members at the Refinement Void Realm were shocked. How could a Nascent Soul stage cultivator possess a spirit beast at the Refinement Void Realm, and such a rare existence as a dragon?

This already speaks volumes; the origins of this human cultivator are definitely not simple.

The two exchanged a glance, and the murderous intent in their eyes not only did not dissipate, but intensified.

So what if they have an extraordinary background?
To the Wood Clan, human cultivators are all alien races and are inherently hostile. Naturally, they cannot hide anything from them. In fact, the more mysterious their origins and the better their aptitude, the more they want to kill them.

Now that things have come to this, even without the previous grudges, they would not let him live.

In the blink of an eye, the two had finished exchanging words and then immediately attacked.

At this moment, the 'Haoyang Mirror' is high in the sky, so there is no need to be besieged by endless flying snakes for a short time. It can deal with them calmly. Moreover, the range reflected by the mirror is limited. The outer area is still filled with dense death energy, netherfire and endless flying snakes. The harsh environment has not changed.

Therefore, even disregarding past grievances, it is still necessary to eliminate this person; otherwise, once outside the range of the Divine Light of the Treasure Mirror, if he continues to interfere and obstruct us, we will still be unable to leave.

Of course, this person is not easy to deal with. If he were alone, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, no matter how many tricks he had up his sleeve, now that he is out in the open, it would not be difficult to deal with him.

But unexpectedly, it also had a spirit beast at the peak of the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm, which would require some effort.

As is well known, the strength of such dragon-like monsters is far more than just their apparent level; they may have already reached the later stages.

That is why neither of them was careless.

The moment they made their move, they immediately divided the tasks: the man in Confucian robes was responsible for holding off Zidian, while the woman went straight for Mo Juren.

With a wave of her slender hand, the pagoda above her head shot out once more...

"Can't hold back anymore?" Faced with their sudden attack, Mo Juren showed no fear, instead letting out a calm, cold laugh. (End of Chapter)