Nine suns stepping on the sky

But soon, the expression of the monk surnamed Han changed slightly. He looked towards the other side of the island and said coldly, "There is the bloody smell of a monk."This is obviously extremely advantageous in the island of the gods, where divine thoughts cannot be manipulated.

The so-called virtuoso people are bold, and they looked at each other before silently touching him.

However, there was some seriousness in his expression.

After all, to be able to come one step ahead of them, this level of cultivation will never be too weak.

But soon, it turned out that the cautiousness of the few people was unnecessary.

A monk was covered in blood, lying on the ground, looking at the spider-like cracks on the ground behind him, it was obvious that he had been hit hard and fell, and he has already passed out.

"Ming Sheng!" The beautiful woman exclaimed in surprise, with an expression of disbelief.

The one-eyed old man obviously recognized this elder of the Third Holy Land.

The third step of cultivation, at other times, would have made him extremely respectful, but at this moment, there was a strange look in his eyes.

The third step for a seriously injured person to pass out, this is tantamount to a treasure within reach!

Mo Yu frowned slightly. Naturally, he still remembered that the cultivator of the Third Holy Land he let go that day, but at this moment, he didn't intend to protect him.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Just when everyone's thoughts were turning, Ming Sheng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and his first glance fell on Mo Yu, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was rushed The blood that comes out is blocked.

But the word "Mo" could show that he was indeed speaking to Mo Yu.

The one-eyed old man frowned suddenly, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Mo, you probably don't intend to save this person, do you?"

Rationality tells Mo Yu that the best choice now is to stand by and watch, and his share of the final harvest will naturally be indispensable.But at this moment, seeing the pleading in Mingsheng's eyes, he frowned, and said lightly: "No matter what you all want to do, I must first know why this person is looking for me."

"Of course I beg you to save him!"

"If that's the case, Mo Mou will never say anything more about this matter." With a gentle voice, Mo Yu stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed on the top of Ming Sheng's head, and a force poured into his body.

The one-eyed old man's face became extremely ugly, "Everyone..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a monk surnamed Jin, "One-eyed old man, give fellow Taoist Mo some time."

Although the beautiful woman and the monk surnamed Han were dissatisfied, they didn't intend to jump out.

The one-eyed old man let out a cold snort and temporarily stopped talking, but his eyes on Mo Yu became serious.

Huang Long caught his expression in his eyes, he was calm on the surface, but sneered in his heart.

For something that doesn't know how to live or die, it's best to jump out immediately and attack Mo Yu, and then you will definitely die without a place to bury you!

Temporarily suppressing the injury that was about to collapse, Mo Yu withdrew his hand and said lightly, "Ming Sheng, what do you want to tell me? If you really ask me to save you, don't waste time."

Mingsheng panted heavily, and with difficulty accumulated a little strength, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and he took out a leaf.

This leaf is verdant and verdant, as if carved from beautiful jade, and exudes a majestic vitality.

But at this moment, Ming Sheng didn't intend to use this vitality to recover from his injuries, but handed it to Mo Yu instead.

"The third holy place, the leaf of the holy tree!" the one-eyed old man said in a deep voice, and suddenly took a step under his feet, trying to snatch it away.

Mo Yu's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his sleeve, a majestic force exploded, forcing the one-eyed old man to take a step back.

"Mo Mou said, we need to figure out this matter first, and whoever dares to make a move, don't blame Mo Mou for turning his face and being ruthless!"

After the words fell, he turned around and took the leaf in his hand.

The one-eyed old man's face was uncertain for a while, but after hesitating for a while, he didn't make a move.

Now, it's not time to turn your face!

But in his heart, he hated Mo Yu to the bone.

The role of the leaves of the holy tree is similar to the jade slips. There is an order in it, which comes from the Lord of the Third Holy Land. There is only one sentence: pass on the position of the Holy Lord, and destroy my projection on Xiaohu Island...

Mo Yu's expression froze. Even with his mind, he couldn't keep calm at this moment, and his heart was full of turmoil.

The Lord of the Third Holy Land actually wants to pass on to him... What the hell is going on here!

The monk surnamed Jin frowned, coughed lightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, what is in the leaves of this sacred tree?"

The expressions of the one-eyed old man and the others changed, only then did they realize that there was some kind of information hidden in the leaves of the sacred tree, and their eyes immediately darkened.It was originally obtained by everyone, how could it be owned by one person surnamed Mo alone!What's more, there is no guarantee that these two people will not reach some kind of deal through the leaves of the sacred tree.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, please hand over the leaves of the sacred tree, and let me check them out later." The beautiful woman spoke first, her voice was calm, but there was something that could not be refuted.

The one-eyed old man sneered, finally couldn't sit still, let's see what you can do!

"Fellow Daoist Mo, hand it over. Do you want me to go get it myself?"

Mo Yu raised his head, his strong mind had suppressed all the emotional fluctuations, and his expression returned to calm, "This news is only related to a certain person, Mo, and it involves sex, so it is inconvenient for you to know."

He flipped his hands over and put away the leaves of the sacred tree regardless of the ugly faces of the few people.

The vast aura contained in the majestic vitality is enough to show that this thing is indeed from the Lord of the Third Holy Land.However, in this majestic vitality, there is a trace of death that cannot be concealed, which shows that the Lord of the Third Holy Land has now fallen.

And precisely this is the only way to prove that the order in the leaves of the holy tree given to him by the Underworld Sage is the truth!

If he can successfully take over the Third Holy Land, it will be a big step forward for him to complete and integrate the power of the Chaos Realm!

Therefore, Mo Yu made a decision in his heart instantly, he wanted to save Ming Sheng.

With a firm mind, he didn't have any cover, and said directly, "There is also this ghost, you can't move."

The space suddenly fell silent.

The one-eyed old man laughed back in anger, his voice was hoarse and shrill, "What an arrogant person! Could it be that you want to monopolize everything with your empty words and white teeth!"

He stepped forward with a powerful breath, "Hand over the leaves of the sacred tree, hand over this man, or the old man promises, you will regret it!"

The beautiful woman had a gloomy face, and said slowly, "Don't think twice, fellow Daoist, don't be quick!" Although she didn't turn her face, her breath locked him.

"Interesting." The monk surnamed Han said indifferently, with his arms crossed, "Fellow Daoist Mo, if you are willing to give this little turtle to Mr. Han, I will stand by and watch this matter, how about it?"

Mo Yu shook his head calmly, "Fellow Daoist Han wants Mo's tortoise, so you can get it together with them."

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Han, but it turned into seriousness in a blink of an eye, "Okay! Then Han will come to experience it. Where does Mo Daoist get his confidence from!"

He stepped out.

boom--

The breath of the three of them erupted at the same time, united together, and came overwhelmingly!

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Jin, but before he could react at this moment, Huang Long sneered, stood beside Mo Yu, and said solemnly: "If you want to take action against Fellow Daoist Mo, you must count Huang as one!"

Mo Yu glanced at the monk surnamed Jin. On his shoulder, the miniature turtle suddenly roared. It raised its head high, and its cold eyes were stern.The tyrannical aura erupted from its small body like a volcano, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the level comparable to the peak of the second step!

The expression of the monk surnamed Jin changed drastically, and he growled in a low voice, "Stop it!"