Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

Chapter 607

When the light suddenly brightened, Zhixian was already bound by gray lights and appeared in Lin Mo's sight.

Lin Mo was frightened at first, but then he smiled with joy.

He waved his sleeves without hesitation, and in an instant, more than a dozen colorful talismans flew out like meteors.

The sound of "puff puff" was endless, and these talismans quickly merged into Zhixian's body. Colorful runes appeared and completely covered it.

"stop"

"court death"

Shouts came from the three rays of light behind, and it was obvious that they were angry that Lin Mo had snatched away the prey.

However, Lin Mo turned a deaf ear to it, and flipped his other hand. A green jade bottle appeared. He whispered something, and the jade bottle vibrated. A green light sucked the trapped Zhixian into it.

With a flash of spiritual light, Zhixian, who was originally taller than Lin Mo, instantly shrank to half a foot in size, and was wrapped in green light and put into the bottle.

Lin Mo turned the bottle in his hand over again, and it disappeared.

At this time, three beams of light arrived from behind almost at the same time. After a few breaths, three people appeared and surrounded Lin Mo thirty feet away.

Lin Mo looked around with a calm expression, seemingly fearless. Although he had not yet seen the faces of his pursuers, their spiritual pressure was not strong, so he remained calm.

"Hey, it's Fellow Daoist Lin."

"It's you"

Two surprised voices were heard, one with a puzzled look on his face, and the other was in doubt.

The last person was covered in blood, remained silent, and attacked Lin Mo.

Two rays of blood broke through the air, trying to penetrate Lin Mo's defense.

Lin Mo's face darkened, and the gray light suddenly expanded, bouncing the blood back.

Immediately afterwards, the gray light condensed into countless fine threads, tightly wrapping around the blood light.

The blood blades were fierce at first, but as the gray threads gradually increased, they became slow and weak, and their light gradually dimmed, revealing their original form - two blood-red daggers, only a few inches long, shining brightly and extremely flexible.

The two daggers were quickly wrapped in layers of gray silk, and finally let out a mournful cry, unable to move at all.

The figure in the blood-stained light in the distance was slightly surprised, but remained calm and shouted:
Two "bang" sounds suddenly came from the gray light.

The two trapped blood blades suddenly exploded, turning into countless blood lights and dissipating in the Yuan magnetic divine light.

In an instant, ripples appeared in the space in front of the bloody figure, and two bloody blades appeared again in the flashing blood light.

"Sword Spirit Transforms into Void"

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the bloody figure in the distance, his face instantly becoming as gloomy as water.

At this time, he could clearly see the faces of the other two people, namely the old man named Yan and the green-haired alien.

They had witnessed Lin Mo's strength in Leiyun Pavilion, so they were not surprised by the situation before them. They just looked at Lin Mo with complicated eyes.

The face of the bloody figure gradually became clear under Lin Mo's sharp eyes. It was a woman with red lips and black eyebrows, wearing a blood-red palace dress.

After she retracted her flying sword, her face was full of shock. It was obvious that she was quite afraid of the power of the Yuan magnetic divine light.

The three surrounded Lin Mo and remained silent, but had no intention of letting him go.

Seeing this, Lin Mo smiled indifferently and looked towards the distant sky.

There, fire clouds rolled and black water surged. The two completely opposite forces collided with each other, causing continuous explosions. Half of the sky shook continuously, as if it might collapse at any time.

Lin Mo's eyes flickered and his thoughts raced.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I heard that Nephew Yue entered the mountains with you. May I ask if Nephew Yue is nearby?" After a moment of stalemate, the old man surnamed Yan was the first to ask.

"Unfortunately, Fellow Daoist Yue just met with an accident and has passed away."

Lin Mo answered with a serious expression.

"Dead? Can you tell me who did it?" The old man surnamed Yan was extremely shocked and asked hurriedly.

"When Fellow Daoist Yue was attacked, no one was present. I'm sorry that I can't explain the specific reason." Lin Mo responded with a frown.

"So that's how it is." The old man surnamed Yan had a gloomy expression, obviously expressing his doubts.

Seeing this, Lin Mo smiled bitterly in his heart.

It seems that the old man thought he was involved in Yue Zong's death.

However, he did not have a close relationship with the old man, so there was no need to explain further. He turned to the other two and asked calmly:
"You are making such a scene, are you unwilling to let Lin leave?"

"Hmph, why are you asking questions when you already know the answer? Hand over Zhixian and you can leave at will." The green-haired alien's eyes flashed with ferocity and he threatened viciously.

"Zhixian? Haha, I wonder what the other two think?" Lin Mo sneered and turned to ask the other two.

The old man surnamed Yan's face changed slightly, and he did not answer. The bloody woman said coldly:
"Time is running out. The three of us must join forces to defeat this man, and then divide Zhixian equally. Otherwise, the Demon Crocodile and Iron Wing's men will arrive, and the treasure will surely fall into their hands."

After saying this, the female monk rubbed her hands together without hesitation. In an instant, blood gushed out and a blood-red feather fan about one foot long appeared in her palms.

This fan may look ordinary, but it is crystal clear and is carefully carved from flawless white jade.

However, what is striking is that the fan is engraved with intricate blood-red runes, and each rune shines with a blood-red light like a burning flame, appearing extremely mysterious and strange.

"Well, it's better to get one third of the treasure than nothing."

Although this green-haired foreign monk had a fierce character, he was not a foolish person. He agreed without hesitation and quickly turned his palm, and an ancient and elegant small tripod appeared in his hand.

After the tripod rotated once in his hand, it instantly became several feet tall and floated steadily in front of him, motionless.

The old man surnamed Yan saw that his other two companions had already started to act. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and waved his sleeves violently.

I saw a ball of silver light breaking through the air, and it turned out to be a silver seal.

When it just flew away, it was only an inch in size; however, as it rolled rapidly in the air, it turned into a size of several feet in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

At this point, the situation in which the three top-level Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses join forces to fight against Lin Mo has been formed!
Faced with such a situation, Lin Mo couldn't help but frown slightly and sighed in his heart.

These three opponents were all top-level masters of the Void Refining Stage. Their speed was definitely not inferior to his own. It was almost impossible for him to avoid this battle. The only way to escape was to defeat or destroy these three people, otherwise he would find it difficult to escape.

In fact, he had already realized this since he had taken action to seize Zhixian. Therefore, when he saw the actions of these three people, he did not panic in his heart. Instead, before the three people launched an attack, he took the lead in extending his right hand and making a move in the air.

In an instant, the shadow of the black mountain in front of him immediately rolled up layer after layer of gray light and smashed down towards the old man.

Before it hit the ground, the hill suddenly grew dozens of feet high in the midst of thousands of rays of light, and then pressed down like a dark cloud pressing down on a city.

The old man surnamed Yan was shocked when he saw this. Without time to think, he quickly retreated and stretched out his hand to lightly touch the silver seal in front of him.

The treasure made a buzzing sound, and its size suddenly increased several times, and it crashed head-on into the mountain in the air.

With a loud bang, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the bottom of the mountain. The whole world trembled, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions with the collision point as the center.

Even if this silver seal is equally powerful, how can it compare with the Yuanci Divine Mountain that has been refined twice?

Although it managed to slow down the falling momentum of the Yuanci Divine Mountain, it eventually shattered with a crisp sound, unable to withstand the incredible weight of the Yuanci Divine Mountain.

The huge mountain suddenly fell down like a landslide, and at the same time, a large area of ​​gray light swept out, covering the old man. The old man surnamed Yan's face changed drastically, and a piece of milky white gauze spurted out of his mouth.

As soon as the scarf was waved, it immediately turned into a white cloud and floated towards the old man's head.

At the same time, the white light on the old man's face kept flickering, and his ten fingers quickly shot out into the air. A series of colorful spells flashed and disappeared into the clouds.

The black mountain fell on the white clouds, as if it had hit another piece of cotton, and most of its force disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The milky white clouds shook and actually supported the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Lin Mo was slightly stunned. However, during this brief pause, the green-haired alien cultivator and the woman in the blood light also attacked at the same time.

The green-haired alien monk opened his mouth and spit out a ball of green essence sprayed onto the giant cauldron.

The giant tripod made a buzzing sound, and its lid rose into the sky.

In the next instant, a beam of dazzling light leaped out from the cauldron. In just a blink of an eye, the surrounding world was shrouded in this strong light.

A sinister and terrifying yellow wind swept over like a roaring beast, and then transformed into several ferocious yellow wind dragons, rushing towards Lin Mo.

The woman surrounded by blood was gently waving the blood-colored folding fan in her hand.

In an instant, the runes on the fan began to flash, and "puff" sounds came one after another. Countless blood-red flames gushed out from the fan wildly, pouring towards Lin Mo like a dense rain of arrows.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, there was no fluctuation on Lin Mo's face, he just flipped his palm lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling green light flashed by, and a small tripod shining with green light suddenly appeared.

It is the legendary Xutian Treasure Cauldron!
Immediately afterwards, a ball of silver flame spurted out of Lin Mo's mouth. After the flame spun in the air for a moment, it suddenly transformed into a silver firebird about a foot in size.

"Go!"

Lin Mo waved his arm and uttered a low command.

The small green tripod trembled slightly and rose into the air. In a flash, the tripod lid disappeared without a trace.

A buzzing sound that shook the sky came from the tripod, and the patterns of animals and birds engraved on its surface became blurred at this moment.

The green light shone brightly, and the shadows of huge wild beasts and strange birds suddenly appeared around the small tripod, and then they made deafening roars and attacked the yellow wind dragons.

As soon as the two came into contact, they immediately started a fierce fight and were inseparable for a while.

At the same time, the silver firebird spread its wings and headed straight for the blood-red fireballs flying in the sky.

The surface of these fireballs was rolling with blood flames, as bright as blood, and obviously not ordinary flames.

Even the woman in the blood-red palace dress looked calm and composed at this moment, as if she was full of confidence in the blood fan in her hand.

However, the next moment, the woman's expression suddenly changed.

It turned out that the silver firebird, which was only a foot in size, was about to fall into the numerous fireballs, but suddenly let out a crisp cry, flapped its wings violently, and its body instantly expanded rapidly at a jaw-dropping speed like a blown-up balloon.

One zhang, three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang...

In the blink of an eye, the size of the silver firebird had grown to thirty feet in size. Each feather was silver and white, with silver runes faintly visible in the white.

From a distance, it looks like a silver phoenix shining in the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Seeing this, Lin Mo's heart couldn't help but tighten.

Although he had already anticipated that the Soul-Devouring Firebird would evolve after devouring the Golden Crow's True Fire, the astonishing changes before him still shocked him.

What's more, this was when the Golden Crow True Fire had not yet been fully refined.

The Soul-Eating Firebird already possessed a certain spirituality, and without Lin Mo's excessive urging, it flapped its wings and rushed forward.

The silver feathers on the surface of the wings shot out like sharp blades. From a distance, it looked like countless silver crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, piercing through each blood-red fireball accurately and without error.

The sound of "bang bang" explosions continued one after another.

The surface of those fireballs immediately began to deform and undulate, and then they exploded one after another, turning into specks of blood flame that scattered in all directions.

The woman in the blood was filled with shock and anger, but she did not panic. Instead, she threw the blood fan in her hand upwards, and with her other hand she quickly made a gesture and pointed at the blood fan with great solemnity.

A beam of blood-red light gushed out from the fingertips, flashed into the blood fan, and disappeared without a trace.

The runes on the fan surged and jumped like boiling river water, quickly combining into incomprehensible and strange patterns that looked like mysterious magic circles, changing rapidly.

Suddenly, the blood-red flames that were originally scattered in the distance seemed to have received some kind of call. After flashing, they quickly floated away in various directions, as if they were preparing to gather again at a certain place.

However, at this critical moment, the silver feathers that pierced through the blood flames instantly ignited a raging flame and turned into silver fireballs as big as fists.

These silver fireballs trembled slightly in the air, making a deafening sound of breaking through the air, and rushed towards the scattered blood flames.

As a result, all the blood flames that collided with the silver fireball immediately disappeared silently without a trace and were quickly swallowed by the silver fireball as if they had no resistance at all.

In a flash, most of the blood flames that originally filled the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the woman shrouded in blood saw this scene, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

In desperation, the woman let out a delicate cry, and a cloud of light came out of her mouth, tightly wrapping the fan in front of her.

(End of this chapter)