Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1834
"Hmph, pretending to be dead."

Ji Mo picked the eyelid of that eyeball with his sword, and Ying Baoyue found that the pupil inside was still moving.

"Is he still there?"

Ying Baoyue was a little shocked.The general situation is over, she originally thought that Yi Yunzhongjun's ruthlessness would directly abandon Wu Chanxu and this eye, but she did not expect that he was still lingering on this body.

"He wants to escape," Ji Mo sneered, "but it's not so easy to escape with only one eyeball left."

"If you dare to shrink in again, I'll tear you out."

Ji Mo picked the eyelids of the eyeballs on Wu Chanxu's arm with his sword, and said calmly.

Wu Chanxu's life and death are of course not important to Yun Zhongjun, but this eyeball seems to be Yun Zhongjun's own eye, and it is not so easy to throw it away.

This is also the reason why he didn't cut off Wu Chanxu's arm before, if he really cut off Wu Chanxu's arm, the eyeball might die.

Now that Wu Chanxu's life is still alive, Yun Zhongjun will not jump the wall in a hurry and run away.

"The old man has no intention of running away."

Wu Chanxu on the ground opened and closed his mouth, "I'm not defeated yet."

"Did you think you would still win?"

Jimo looked at the dragon and tiger that were still churning in the sky, and frowned at Murongyin, "Can you ask the White Tiger God to help? Why can't the four spirits of the sky beat the evil god?"

Murongyin gritted her teeth and stared at the man in red in front of her, her voice was cold.

"Since Nan Chu Guoshi is so capable, how about asking God Suzaku to help?"

A cold light flashed in Ji Mo's eyes, "This is a matter in the land of Houliao. What's the matter with Suzaku? Protecting Houliao is the business of the White Tiger God. He is so merciful. Does he want to take the whole Houliao into the funeral?"

"you!"

Murong Yin blushed, and after fighting side by side, she found that she still wanted to kill this man.

Sometimes Shenzi is no different from a child. Looking at the man and woman facing each other in front of him, Ying Baoyue's temples ached, but Murongyin's words just reminded her.

"Ji Mo," she stared into Jim Mo's eyes, "Where is Suzaku God?"

Ji Mo looked at her with gloomy eyes, "Why do you ask him, and you want him to work for the Houliao people?"

For some reason, Ying Baoyue always felt that there were too many things hidden in his eyes.

Thinking of the little fat bird that flew here disguised as a golden-winged roc, Ying Baoyue pursed his lips, "Is he alright?"

Thinking of the erosion of the beast god's body by the black mud mentioned by Murongyin, her heart sank.

"Very well, don't worry about it."

Jimo still spoke with his gun and stick in his mouth as always. He glanced at the sky and said in a sarcastic tone, "Shouldn't you be more concerned about those wings than Suzaku?"

Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her fists.

Jimo's words hit her sore spot.

On the body of Yinglong God who was fighting with the White Tiger God, the second pair of wings were constantly flapping, dazzlingly dazzling.

"Humph."

Ji Mo glanced at Ying Baoyue's expression, "The wings of the flying snake are there, but you can't get them back, and you still care about other people's beast gods?"

The words pierced her heart like a needle, Ying Baoyue looked at Wu Chanxu who was lying on the ground without saying a word.

Looking at the tightly closed eyes, her vision sharpened.

"Ji Mo, can you lend me the sword?"

Ji Mo said lightly, "Don't even think about it."

Ying Baoyue gritted her teeth, but at this moment, Ji Mo suddenly stretched out her hand behind her, and a burst of flames ignited from the Yue Wang sword, rushing towards Chun Yuye who was still fighting with Li Ji.

Chunyuye let out a scream in his throat, his whole body was scorched black and he fell to the ground, the black mud on his body was completely burnt.

"Wait, he's dead?"

Ying Baoyue stared blankly at the charred body.

"He's not dead, but he still has breath," Ji Mo withdrew his hand, and glanced at Li Ji who was standing in front of Chunyuye holding a sword, "Water mages are useless, how long will it take to fight?"

Murongyin couldn't stand it any longer, "It's as if you knew how to deal with these black muds when you met them for the first time!"

Didn't he only gain experience after suffering a lot, what a face this man is showing off his power here!

Ji Mo looked at her coldly, his gaze was like a knife's edge.

The two gods continued to confront each other, but Li Ji, who had been ridiculed, turned around quietly, walked back to Ying Baoyue, and handed her the Juque sword.

"You want a sword?"

"Thank you."

Ying Baoyue took it, feeling warm in her heart.

But at the next moment, her eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and she pointed the sword at Wu Chanxu's eyeball.

"Wake up."

A drop of blood was stabbed by the sharp blade, the brown eyes slowly opened, and he glanced at her lazily, "What's the matter?"

"You took away the wings of the Soaring Snake?"

"Who knows?"

The voice in the brown eyes was half a smile, "Do you think I have such abilities?"

Little ice crystals gathered on the Juque sword, Ying Baoyue's gaze completely lost its temperature, the tip of the Juque sword stopped outside the cornea of ​​the eyeball, "You don't think I'm discussing with you, do you?"

"Why do you think that a single eyeball can threaten me?"

Wu Chanxu opened and closed his mouth, "If I tell the truth, you can guarantee that you won't do anything to this eyeball?"

Eyeball's tone was sarcasm, "I have fully experienced the cunning and treachery of the Central Plains people."

"What qualifications do you have to say that you are from the Central Plains?"

Murongyin frowned, but just as she spoke, Ying Baoyue shook her head at her.

"Why, do you know people from the Central Plains?"

"How much do you know?"

Ying Baoyue calmed down the anger in her heart, and stared at that eyeball quietly.

Wu Chanxu suddenly shut his mouth and closed his eyelids again, no matter how the sword tip dangled outside, he remained motionless.

Ying Baoyue stared at the walking corpse on the ground, and suddenly felt strange in his heart.

"Mr. Yunzhong," she asked word by word, "who are you?"

"Wu Chanxu" lay motionless on the ground, as if he had turned into a real corpse.

"When Dragon God Ying is defeated, he should be honest," Ji Mo glanced at the ground with a cold tone.

"It's not too late to torture them then."

Ying Longshen...

For some reason, Li Ji's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he looked towards the sky.

A drop of black blood fell from the sky and landed on the mask on his face.

"Li Ji!"

Ying Baoyue was taken aback, thinking that black mud was on his body, but when he took a closer look, it was just dirty blood, not sticky mud.

"Yinglong?"

Li Ji dipped his finger on the black blood on the mask, and raised his head to stare blankly at the Beast God struggling in pain under the bite of the White Tiger God.

"Yinglong."

He murmured, "Ying Long?"

It was not the first time he had seen this god who had become so ugly, but it was different from when he met him in Soochow. Looking at the scarred god now, he suddenly felt very complicated.

"Is there any way to end this battle quickly?"

"Boy, you don't want to intervene in the duel between the beast gods, do you?"

Ji Mo frowned and gave him a look, like looking at a lunatic.

Li Ji was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Ying Baoyue, "Baoyue, give me the sword."

Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment, and handed him back the Juque sword, but just as she was about to let go of the hilt, there was a loud noise from the sky.

(End of this chapter)