Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 113 Don't Blame Me, My Ancestor Is Not in Good Health

The blue-clothed old man on the left was more cautious, and quickly stopped the angry blue-clothed old man who was about to make a move.

"Brother, be careful. This kid is obviously only an entry-level cultivation base. It must be weird to be able to break into the secret realm. Maybe Wang Zhi is here too?"

The old man in Tsing Yi had a grumpy temper and was furious, "He came right away. In the first battle, he was no longer as strong as he used to be. If he could die in the hands of you and me, he would be considered complete."

Mo Yu sighed.

"You two are really thick-skinned."

"My master is a sturdy existence who once fought against dozens of strong men in the tribulation period with his own strength. The strength of the two of you is just like that. It is not worth mentioning at all. How dare you want to kill my master? What a dream! go!"

Mo Yu tilted his head wildly and laughed loudly.

She was brushing up her hatred angrily, and her performance was more high-profile than before.

The pupils were instantly covered in blue.

Sure enough, as the anger of these two old men rose, the aura of doom on them also became more and more intense.

Wang Yunya wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Mo Yu in surprise.

Mo Yu has always been wise and calm. When she coaxed him into saying that she was the ancestor of the Wang family, she really had the attitude of an ancestor. She was so mysterious, and she could talk about the way of cultivation in an eloquent manner. insights.

why now...

After the astonishment passed, Wang Yun's eyes became more and more fiery.

How many faces does such a miraculous woman have that he has not seen?
Moreover, in their royal family's secret realm, is anyone really locked in it?

Why did he never know?
The two old men had already picked up their weapons and angrily prepared to attack Mo Yu.

Suddenly at this moment, the old man in Tsing Yi covered his chest with one hand, looking as if he was out of breath.

The other person frowned suddenly, "Old thing, what's wrong?"

The old man in Tsing Yi took out a pill with trembling hands and swallowed it, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

He let out a long breath, and his blushing face finally gradually returned to its normal color.

"It seems like my illness is about to break out."

After taking the medicine, the old man in Tsing Yi coughed hard twice.

Hearing this, the old man in blue turned his head to look at Mo Yu over there.

He raised his hand and pointed away, "Did you do it?"

Mo Yu, "..."

There was a distance of nearly 1000 meters between them.

Even if she wanted to do something, at least she had to get close to these two people.

The effect of the elixir was not good, it only played a relieving effect.

The old man in Tsing Yi bent down and coughed violently again, holding his throat and panting heavily.

"Quick, help me in."

The old man in blue didn't hear what he said, but just stared at Mo Yu.

"Wait, I will avenge you."

While speaking, he raised his foot and took a light step forward, about to come towards Mo Yu.

Even Wang Yunja who was on the side was stunned.

Why did this ancestor hate Mo Yu so much?

This kind of hatred is more important than saving the lives of the companions around him?

Feeling the strong killing intent rising from the ancestor, Wang Yunzi's breathing was a little short.

He only felt his body was stiff, and he turned his neck with difficulty to set his eyes on Mo Yu who was not far away.

But, can she bear the anger of a strong man in the Mahayana period?
Wang Yunja was worried.

However, Mo Yu still looked at him quietly with his hands behind his back and a smile.

Seeing the old man in blue rushing towards her angrily, the old man in blue behind him had collapsed to the ground clutching his chest.

The smile on her lips grew stronger.

"Oh, I see, do you want him to die too?"

In a word, the old man in blue was furious.

"fart!"

The body of the blue-clothed old man hovered in mid-air, and his eyes, which were cloudy but full of murderous intent, fixedly stared at Mo Yu.

Luoxu stroked her chin lightly with one hand, thoughtfully.

She completely ignored the powerful coercion brought to him by a strong man in the Mahayana period, and her voice was as calm as ever, as if she was just talking to a friend.

"Your face is swollen, your legs are swollen, and the position between your eyebrows is covered by black clouds. Have you noticed that the color of your pupils is constantly changing?"

"I guess, it is very possible that you are practicing a technique that can devour other people's cultivation. So far you have only tried it on spirit beasts, but you have overlooked one point. Devouring the spirit power of a spirit beast will cause the spirit beast to die. The resentment towards you doubled, and you just happened to absorb that resentment."

As Mo Yu narrated, the blue-clothed old man's face became more and more ugly.

"How do you know these things?"

His face turned completely gray and black.

Mo Yu smiled, "As long as you read more books, you can know everything."

As an ancestor who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Mo Yu can only read more books to pass the time when he is not practicing.

Wang Yunja felt his three views burst.

He had an unbelievable expression on his face, "But, this kind of exercise is only available to demon cultivators!"

Luo Xu smiled even more, "So, there is a demon cultivator among the ancestors of your Wang family."

Wang Yunzha turned pale with shock, "This, how is this possible!"

Every monk has been educated since he was a child, and he cannot touch magic cultivation. Demon cultivation is the most evil skill. Once he touches it, he will be lost forever.

Their royal family and other families have also eradicated Moxiu.

But now...

An ancestor of their Wang family is actually a demon cultivator!

The blue-clothed patriarch looked around with his cold eyes suspended in mid-air.

"you know too much."

He bent his palm into a claw, as if he was about to attack Mo Yu.

Wang Yunja was so anxious that he wanted to step forward.

But Mo Yu still had a calm expression, with a faint smile on his face.

"By the way, the body behind you is extremely weak, and it should be the best time to absorb it now."

The old man in blue looked back.

Sure enough, the blue-clothed old man's face was livid, and he collapsed to the ground clutching his chest.

His eyes were white, and the spiritual power in his body spread out uncontrollably.

Obviously, as long as he could help him back to meditate just now, his condition could be eased, but the old man in blue deliberately delayed the time for this!

The blue-clothed old man frowned, raised his hand and waved towards Mo Yu, and in an instant, a dark golden cage completely wrapped Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was not nervous and just sat down with a smile on his face.

"continue."

The old man in blue always felt that Mo Yu's behavior was a bit strange, but now there was not enough time, he had to speed up the absorption, so as to break through the Mahayana stage and reach the Tribulation Stage.

As long as he reaches the peak of his strength and kills these two yellow-haired children, no one will know his secret.

Thinking of this, the blue-clothed old man smiled greedily and put his ten fingers slightly curled into claws on the blue-clothed old man's head.

In just an instant, the spiritual power on his body turned dark black.

This is the symbol of magic repair!
However, in the next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)