Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

The sound of angry shouts spread all around, and all the people who were worshiping were shocked, and their eyes were instantly attracted by the figure that broke into the restricted area.

Everyone has a thought, where did this lunatic dare to be so reckless and risk his life?

Mo Juren's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward step by step as if he didn't even seem to hear the scolding.

"Seeking death!" Finally, the beings in the Immortal Tower were completely angered. As soon as he finished speaking, dense figures flew out from various positions up and down the giant tower, occupying the entire air in the blink of an eye.

These figures were both male and female, and their strength was also uneven. There were five to six hundred in number. They wore the same red clothes and held weapons in their hands, like a well-trained army.

"Crimson flame envoy?" Mo Juren glanced casually and roughly guessed it in his heart, and then showed disdain. There were quite a few people, but except for the man and woman who were at the core formation stage, all the others were only Zhu Zhu. The base period is too far apart.

On the contrary, although he could not see through the situation inside the giant tower, he could guess that there should be a more powerful existence. Even just now, he felt a ray of divine consciousness probing, but it was fleeting.

"You are so brave, a madman. You dare to break into the forbidden area of ​​the Immortal Tower without permission. If you don't immediately restrain yourself... ah..." the man in charge said something rude, but before he could finish his words, a cold snort sounded in his mind. .

Unimaginable pain spread through the soul, and the man fell directly to the ground.

When the woman next to her saw this, her complexion suddenly changed. She immediately waved the spear in her hand and shouted coldly:

"Let's take action together to capture this madman!"

At the same time as he gave the order, the spear in his hand instantly ignited with red flames, and hundreds of other envoys were no exception, waving their weapons and attacking.

"Fantasy!" Mo Juren sneered, and with a simple wave of his sleeves, a semicircular light blade shot out, and then one turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. …

In the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of light blades, attacking all the messengers respectively.

What kind of realm is he? How can these monks who are only in the foundation building stage be opponents? Even a casual blow can be fatal.

In just one breath, the originally massive army of envoys was all killed in an instant, and the leader of the Danjie-stage woman was no exception.

"Huh?" Mo Juren was suddenly startled. The hundreds of envoys he killed with one blow did not even scream, and did not even leave a drop of blood. They turned into little stars and disappeared without a trace. .

The only leader who was not dead also came to his senses at this time. When he saw the scene in front of him, his face suddenly showed a look of shock.

However, in the blink of an eye, his expression returned to normal, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

Before Mo Juren could understand what was going on, flames suddenly burst into the air, and the Red Flame Messengers who had been killed by him and turned into dots of starlight, strangely appeared again.

These people were actually reborn without any injuries, and their aura was even stronger than before.

"Interesting!" Mo Juren narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the situation was far from what he thought, and there were more unknown mysteries in it.

Unfortunately, his consciousness was suppressed so much at the moment that he was unable to find out the reason.

At this time, the other party also learned wisely and could see that the enemy was not simple, so he did not act recklessly again.

The leading men and women looked at each other, then waved their arms and made a gesture. Hundreds of envoys in the air understood it instantly, and they all raised their weapons high and started to move.

Bursts of flames shot out and gathered together in mid-air. Finally, they turned into a giant flame dragon and roared forward again.

This was obviously some kind of combined attack formation, and its power was far beyond what the previous scattered attacks could compare to. The moment the flame dragon appeared, the temperature of the surrounding space rose sharply.

The crowd that was still watching the excitement was completely panicked and began to flee in all directions, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.

In contrast, Mo Juren remained calm and composed.

This giant flame dragon looked majestic, but to him it was just a lookalike and of no use whatsoever.

An illusory giant palm more than ten feet long and wide suddenly appeared in the void. When the flame dragon approached, he slapped it into nothingness.

The illusory giant palm continued to be powerful, and after swatting away the giant dragon, it continued to attack the red flame messengers at lightning speed.

It was better to be farther away, but those who were too close had no time to escape, and were photographed into dots of stars again.

However, the result was no different from before. In the bursts of flames, the dead messengers emerged again.

Seeing that this kind of attack was ineffective, Mo Juren immediately narrowed his eyes and was too lazy to waste any more useless efforts.

Before the other party could organize another attack, he turned into a white rainbow and shot towards the giant tower not far away.

"Damn it!" This time, the Red Flame Messengers in mid-air finally panicked and didn't care about anything. They flew to the ground one after another, blocking the way.

It's a pity that when faced with an existence like Mo Juren, how could he possibly be able to stop him?

Mo Juren didn't even bother to take action anymore, and simply used his physical body to 'rampage' all the way. Just the protective divine light from outside had already knocked all those who stood in his way into ashes again.

In the blink of an eye, he had already flown to the bottom of the giant tower, to a huge bronze door that was more than ten feet high. He didn't stop at all and crashed into it.

"boom……"

There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and the huge bronze door couldn't hold on for a moment, and was directly smashed into pieces.

What comes into view at this moment is a super hall, more than a thousand feet long and wide, with countless square buildings densely built inside, three feet high and one foot square, like altars.

Mo Juren looked slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the lowest level of the giant tower looked like this? What's even more strange is that he actually sensed the faint air of death in the altar.

Just as he was about to step forward to check, the light above his head suddenly flickered, and a huge red fire net appeared out of thin air, covering his head.

There was no way to avoid this. Mo Juren fired a light blade again. The strange thing was that the fire net seemed to be an invisible thing. Even though the light blade passed through it, it had no effect on it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the fire net had completely covered it. What was even weirder was that it shrank sharply, and finally ignored the barrier of the body-protecting spiritual light and penetrated directly into the body.

"This is..." Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately understood what was going on. Although he was not sure what kind of treasure this fire net was, or whether it was some kind of secret technique, the moment it entered the body, it directly absorbed all the Dantian. Shrouded, and then even sealed the spiritual power.

This method is definitely a trump card. If it were other monks, even those in the Nascent Soul stage would probably have to admit defeat at this moment.

But Mo Juren didn't panic at all. Wanting to seal his Dantian was just a dream?

With a thought in his mind, the power of the Fire Order instantly filled the whole body, and the fire net that was originally sealed around the Dantian began to dissipate rapidly as if it had seen its nemesis.

However, at this moment, Mo Juren suddenly had an idea and dispersed the Fire Order. At the same time, the top-level inner armor on his body and the Ten Thousand Soul Gourd around his waist also disappeared.

He took out another similar gourd-shaped magic weapon and hung it up, and then swallowed the Tianxiang Pendant directly into his mouth...

After doing this simply and neatly, he just collapsed to the ground as if he had been seriously injured.

At this moment, the Red Flame messengers outside finally chased in. Seeing Mo Juren lying on the ground, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out it's a spirit-sealing technique. The Immortal Lord actually activated the great formation here!" The leading man was a little surprised, and a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes. So what if he was so powerful before? Shouldn't he still be able to capture the Immortal Lord without mercy? "Several elders went to the forbidden area not long ago, so I had to take action personally. Moreover, this person is not simple. He is much stronger than the Nascent Soul stage beings we have encountered before. I have discovered this after thinking about it. The Immortal Lord took a huge risk and took action from a distance. It is best for him to decide how to deal with it." The woman beside her frowned and gave the suggestion.

"This..." The man was stunned. It was natural to leave it to the Immortal Lord, but only if he agreed. But at this moment, an old voice sounded in time,

"My seclusion has not been completely completed. It is not convenient to go out for the time being. I will put him in the spiritual prison first and deal with it after I come out."

"I obey!" The man immediately bowed respectfully without any hesitation.

After standing up again, he directly ordered several subordinates to arrest Mo Juren, and then personally escorted him with the woman beside him towards the stairs.

On the way, the man suddenly thought of something and immediately pulled the gourd off Mo Juren's waist. After looking at it carefully, he couldn't help but frown.

This turned out to be just an ordinary magic weapon, which was far different from the space treasure he had guessed.

After checking for a while, there was nothing else except the gourd, and the storage bag was not there either.

He couldn't help but look at the other party gloomily for a while, and suddenly asked coldly:

"Don't tell me, as a foreign monk, you don't carry a storage bag with you?"

"lost!"

"Lost?" The man sneered.

"Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not, or you can search carefully and find someone who is worthy of you." Mo Juren replied casually, which made the man feel angry.

Just as he was about to teach the other party a lesson, he was suddenly pulled back by the woman next to him.

He immediately realized that some things were not yet timely. What if the other party knew the current affairs? Wouldn't it be an opportunity to become one's own, and it would be inappropriate to offend him now.

Several elders have all gone to the forbidden land, and the possibility of coming back is slim. Since the five branches of Immortal Palace are in urgent need of new strong men's blood to fill the vacancies, the possibility of this person being recruited is still very high.

Thinking of this, the anger on his face instantly dissipated, and he smiled brightly and said,

"It's just a joke, fellow Taoist, you don't need to pay attention."

With that said, he hung the gourd magic weapon on the opponent's waist again.

With such a sudden change, Mo Juren couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and various thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind, guessing the other party's intention of doing this.

Go all the way up to the ninth floor of the giant tower, and enter a strange space again.

The corner of Mo Juren's eyes quickly swept around, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. This was actually a special prison, with semi-closed cells built one after another against the walls.

Most of them are vacant, but two of them are occupied.

What surprised him even more was that one of them he knew very well was Ye Yunge, whom he had just separated from.

Obviously, the other party's situation was not good, his face was extremely pale, and he was leaning in the corner with his eyes closed, looking like he had already fallen asleep.

Another white-haired old man was awake. When he saw Mo Juren's appearance, he was suddenly surprised, but it was only for a moment, and then he lost interest.

Mo Juren was slightly surprised. If his perception was correct, this person seemed to be at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage. He didn't expect that he would be unlucky enough to end up here too.

He was thinking this in his heart, but on the outside he looked calm from beginning to end. After collecting the surrounding information, he immediately withdrew his gaze calmly.

The envoys didn't notice anything. They walked to an empty cell, opened the seal of the cell door, and then pushed it in.

After sealing the cell door again, the man did not leave immediately. Instead, he said in a deep voice through the window.

"You are indeed an extraordinary guy. I think you are also a great person outside. But now that you are here, everything is meaningless. If you want to survive, you must know the current affairs."

"Knowing the current affairs?" Mo Juren's eyes flashed slightly, and his face showed a corresponding smile,

"How to say?"

"It's very simple, as long as you surrender to the Immortal Lord, you will be a part of the Immortal Palace in the future, and your life will naturally be guaranteed."

"My life is guaranteed, but I'm afraid I will lose my freedom completely, right?"

"You still want to be free?" the man smiled disdainfully,

"After entering the Five Immortals Realm, it is impossible to leave from now on. Is there any meaning to freedom? Instead of dying from torture, why not live a more nourishing life? Why not?

This can also be regarded as my advice. It is up to you whether you listen to it or not, and it is also up to you to make any choice. It just so happens that the Immortal Lord has not yet come out of seclusion. Think about it seriously. "

After saying that, the man stopped talking nonsense, greeted the others and turned around to leave.

The surroundings became quiet again, and there was no surveillance. At this time, Mo Juren looked through the window and carefully looked at everything in the entire prison.

The layout here is still very strict. Whether it is the walls inside and outside the cells, or the open ground in the center, there are densely packed mysterious spiritual patterns everywhere.

Although it is unclear what the purpose is, it is obviously not aimless.

The most obvious point is that after entering the prison, his consciousness has been suppressed to the extreme, and he can only be away from the body a few feet away, which shows the weirdness here.

Putting away his thoughts, Mo Juren immediately looked at the cell opposite. At this time, Ye Yunge still closed his eyes tightly and did not wake up.

He couldn't help but frown, then turned to look at the silver-haired old man imprisoned in another place, and immediately raised his hands and asked:

"My surname is Mo. I have met this Taoist friend. I don't know what to call him?"

"I, Su Huo, have met Fellow Daoist Mo." The silver-haired old man was still articulate and bowed his hands in the same way.

After a simple greeting, the two parties became acquainted, and then they started chatting in detail.

After getting to know him, I found out that the old man was originally a casual cultivator who lived in the Beiminghai area. When I learned that Mo Juren was also a casual cultivator and came from overseas, I unconsciously got closer to him.

"Beiminghai, is the place where fellow Daoist Su lives very close to Xiaoji Palace?"

"The 'Bingyue Valley' where Su is located is indeed very close to Xiaoji Palace. Even Master Hanli, the elder of Xiaoji Palace, and I have known each other for hundreds of years..." At this point, the old man's tone suddenly changed. After a pause, he sighed and said,

"It's a pity that I have bad luck. I am usually busy with hard cultivation and rarely go out. By chance, I got a pagoda order, thinking that I could find an opportunity to break through the bottleneck. But in the end, I came with full of hope and ended up in this situation, saying Nothing makes sense anymore."

"Master Hanli's friend?" Mo Juren's eyes flickered, but he stopped continuing the topic. Then he looked at Ye Yunge again and changed the topic,

"I know this woman very well. I wonder how she is doing now?" (End of Chapter)