There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

They had already summoned two innate masters, Yan Lingji and Wei Zhuang.

I thought it was a sure thing; once I locked onto Mo Ya's location based on the energy fluctuations when the ghost soldiers appeared, I could easily take him down.

Unexpectedly, the opponent managed to dribble past both of them in succession.

As expected of the elusive and capable villain from the original anime, Mo Ya is free to come and go as he pleases, whether it's the prison or the underground palace.

They almost got away!

Fortunately, I was ultimately one step ahead!

Jiang Mo forcefully pinned Mo Ya to the ground, secretly performing witchcraft. Unexpectedly, the other struggled to lift his head, glanced at him, and immediately called out "Brother." Jiang Mo was startled.

In the original work, Mo Ya is not only skilled at pretending to be a god or ghost, but also, like Wei Zhuang, a habitual show-off. He is the kind of person who would rather die than lose his hairstyle.

Seeing him open his mouth, Jiang Mo was already prepared to hear the riddle teller's words.

Lines like "Nightfall is not the most desperate time, because the nightmare has not yet begun" could not shake Jiang Mo's focus.

Unexpectedly, the other person's first words were "brother".

Jiang Mo was completely baffled.

This is a real life-or-death struggle, not an accidental conflict at a roadside food stall. What's the point of calling me "brother"?

Do you expect me to give you two plates of peanuts?

Jiang Mo immediately realized something was wrong, because the other party wasn't calling him "Big Brother" as a general term, but rather "Brother Mo," a very specific title.

Has my identity been exposed?

The thought immediately popped into Jiang Mo's mind, and he subconsciously tried to sense the situation of the witch's soul and shadow. He even considered whether to change his plan and kill the witness to silence him.

The cursed spirit's shadow still lingers.

Although it is thinner than when it was first released, it still retains the effect of confusing the eyes and masking the breath.

Just as Jiang Mo was wondering where that "Brother Mo" came from, a dark shadow suddenly flew by in the corner of his eye.

There are hidden weapons!

The hidden weapon was entirely black, shaped like a feather, thin and sharp. What was even more deadly was that it made almost no sound when it approached Jiang Mo.

Rather than arriving through the air, it's more like arriving on the wind.

Like a feather falling in the night, its fluttering movement carries a profound poetic beauty, yet silently harbors a deadly threat.

This is the killing move, Phoenix Feather Netherwing!

Naturally, it was a hidden weapon that Mo Ya secretly sprang from his sleeve while Jiang Mo was distracted by the word "Brother Mo".

At that moment, Jiang Mo, in his Nine Nether Demon state, was just like a cat with its fur standing on end.

With his pupils almost slits, Jiang Mo stared intently at the unpredictable flight path of the phoenix feathers, and in a daze, he felt as if the whole world had slowed down.

The wind gently brushed past my ear.

The rain fell slowly on the ground, splashing up ripples in circles.

It is said that a cat's reaction speed is seven times that of a human, and Jiang Mo, in his Nine Nether Demon state, can be said to be both a cat and a human, existing in a superposition of the two.

Therefore, Jiang Mo's reaction was seven times stronger than Jiang Mo's...

Well, the scenario of stepping on his right foot with his left foot and soaring straight into the sky didn't happen, but when Jiang Mo was fully focused, his reactions and thoughts were much faster than usual.

He was almost there, and he could easily judge and analyze the flight trajectory and power of the phoenix feather.

Soon Jiang Mo will be able to calmly analyze the significance of Mo Ya's actions and how he should respond.

There's no way to hide.

Just now, Jiang Mo only pinned Mo Ya to the ground, without completely crippling his mobility. It was all thanks to Jiang Mo's manual suppression and restraint of Mo Ya's movements.

Mo Ya used this hidden weapon, which was his trump card, clearly to force Jiang Mo to dodge.

Even if Jiang Mo doesn't get up completely from Mo Ya's body, as long as Jiang Mo's center of gravity shifts significantly, it will be an excellent opportunity for Mo Ya, the master of escape, to take advantage of.

If hiding is not an option, then there's only one way left.

catch!

Catching a hidden weapon with one's bare hands is usually only possible when one possesses a divine skill like the "Ingenious Finger" technique, and only occurs when one's strength completely overwhelms the opponent.

After all, catching is just the basics. If a person stands there motionless and catches the object with their forehead, that counts as catching it too.

The real key is how to neutralize the internal energy contained within the hidden weapon and eliminate its potential for harm.

As for catching it and then re-launching it, thus achieving "using their own methods against them," and returning all the hidden weapons that the opponent intended to use as killing moves, that is an even more legendary level.

Connect, transform, and send!

This is the unchanging method for dealing with all the martial arts styles in the world.

In terms of raw strength, Jiang Mo is definitely no match for Mo Ya. Trying to catch Mo Ya's deadly move, Phoenix Feather Ghost Wing, with his bare hands would be tantamount to courting death.

But at this moment, the opponent first took Wei Zhuang's sword head-on, summoned ghost soldiers with the Blood Transformation Curse, and then forcibly broke free from Yan Lingji's grasp. By the time Jiang Mo pressed her to the ground, her right shoulder was still torn open by the sharp claws that Jiang Mo's fingertips had extended, leaving a hideous wound.

Under such circumstances, how much power can the Phoenix Feather, which is released with difficulty, still possess?

How difficult would it be to catch such a phoenix feather?

It's probably like trying to catch a butterfly fluttering up and down in a flowerbed with your bare hands.

For a person, it may indeed be difficult.

But for a cat, catching butterflies is simply an innate skill.

In the blink of an eye, under the dim light that made it almost impossible to see, Jiang Mo looked up, stretched out his hand, and pinched it between two fingers!

There was no clanging of weapons clashing.

There was no invisible, spreading strong wind or air current.

Jiang Mo's gaze was calm and his movements were unhurried, as if he were not doing the dangerous task of catching a hidden weapon with his bare hands, but rather taking something out of a bag or picking a flower with ease.

But the deadly phoenix feather came to a stop right in front of Jiang Mo.

Mo Ya caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank to the depths of despair. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Could it be that we've misjudged them, and they're actually three experts at the Innate Realm?

That's really giving me a lot of respect...

Mo Ya himself thought he had been completely defeated and had no chance of making a comeback, but unexpectedly, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally appeared.

Jiang Mo, who was holding Feng Yuyouling between his hands, suddenly froze.

It seemed that something inexplicable had happened, and his attention was clearly not on Mo Ya at all.

The opportunity came out of nowhere, but Mo Ya didn't let it go. He immediately exerted his strength to flip Jiang Mo to the ground, and almost tumbled and crawled straight to the edge of the cliff, jumping down without hesitation.

Before fleeing, he couldn't help but look up again in the direction where Jiang Mo was.

But the other party's gaze was fixed on the phoenix feather in his hand, yet his eyes seemed to be focused on an invisible void.

It seems they are already in a state of being lost in thought.

At this moment, Jiang Mo's attention was indeed no longer on him, but was staring at something that no one else could see;

[The relic "Phoenix Feather" has been detected, which can activate the memory instance "Stealing Jade and Carrying Fragrance". Do you want to start the memory now?]

The ancient bamboo slips, which had been sealed away for a long time, reappeared in view. Next to the "Baiyue Fire Feather" dungeon, which had dimmed, ink appeared on another bamboo slip.

The characters “窃玉衔香” in ancient seal script are decorated with feather-like patterns.

Staring at the old books in his field of vision, Jiang Mo fell into deep thought:

Could it be that Mo Ya and I are really buddies?

Are they all from the "Mo" generation?

Chapter 121 Some things shouldn't be looked at carelessly.

These "phoenix feathers and dark plumes" are no ordinary objects!

With himself still in this godforsaken place, Broken Soul Valley, and with Yan Lingji and Wei Zhuang by his side, Jiang Mo naturally couldn't start reminiscing about the dungeon, nor did he even check the specific dungeon information.

To avoid that the state of being lost in thought lasting too long and arousing suspicion.

However, after shifting his attention away from the "Book of the Past," Jiang Mo did not search for the Mo Crow that had already disappeared. Instead, he gently stroked the Phoenix Feather, a relic of the past.

When Jiang Mo was targeted by the hidden weapon, he felt his breath catch in his throat and his spine go cold.

It felt like facing the gaze of death directly.

However, after catching the hidden weapon and holding it in his hand, the touch in his palm was not cold.

Its entire body is jet black with subtle, mysterious patterns. Its texture is neither gold nor iron, and it looks exactly like a naturally shed feather. It even feels very smooth to the touch.

Jiang Mo could also sense a profound spiritual energy emanating from it.

Moreover, it has a vaguely familiar feel to it.

It seems to be that blue phoenix...

Jiang Mo wanted to sense it more carefully, but his thoughts were interrupted by the intense heat. The rapidly approaching firelight was so dazzling in the dim environment that he couldn't help but subconsciously squint his eyes slightly to adjust.

When he opened his eyes again, his vertical pupils, which had shrunk to slits, had returned to normal.

And that bright face, etched with tension and worry, was so close that Jiang Mo could clearly see her slightly trembling eyelashes.

I noticed her rosy lips, which she unconsciously pursed into a thin line.

I felt that warm breath coming towards me.

I could hear her rapid, anxious heart pounding.

Subconsciously, Jiang Mo wanted to get closer to Yan Lingji, who was standing right in front of him, and taste the sweetness between her lips.

But Jiang Mo's wish did not come true.

Because her slender, delicate fingers cupped his face, keeping Jiang Mo at a suitable distance, allowing Yan Lingji to open her eyes wide and observe carefully, without losing sight of her target due to being too close.

The scorching touch that interrupted Jiang Mo's thoughts came from this.

Her intense gaze swept over Jiang Mo's face inch by inch, as if trying to find a familiar face. Yan Lingji's light blue eyes were filled with uncontrollable emotions.