legendary herbalist

Chapter 1529

"Pooh!"

The young man from Moying Valley opened his mouth wide and spat fiercely at Mo Junrong's face, his eyes widened and released an angry light.

If eyes could kill, Mo Junrong would probably have died tens of thousands of times.

The saliva was blocked by the energy barrier in mid-air, and Mo Junrong's face became colder and colder.

Unfavorable in the beginning of the teacher, I didn't expect to encounter a tough bone as soon as I came up, which really spoiled my prestige.

He stopped talking nonsense with this Ink Shadow Valley youth, raised a finger, and made a cross-cutting gesture.

A blazing soul next to him strode forward and stretched out the human arm with a thick waist.

The giant, more than two feet tall, was covered with solid armor, like an indestructible fortress.

There was only a slight groan, and the young man from the Ink Shadow Valley had his head twisted off before he could cry out in pain.

There were still nine people left, blood was sprinkled in front of them, and they evaporated in the scorched earth.

The strong smell of blood permeated the air, and the faces of the nine people were all different after smelling it, with anger, fear, and regret emerging intertwined.

Mo Junrong glanced at it, and immediately knew it.

Sure enough, I still have to kill chickens to scare monkeys, kill one in person, and let these people know how powerful I am.

"There is no need to keep these few!"

He stretched out his hand and tapped it seven times, all of them were the cultivator of Moying Valley with a little anger on his face.

Blazing Soul's actions were extremely straightforward, without the slightest sympathy, Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka broke the seven people into pieces.

There were only two practitioners who had been frightened just now, and now they were trembling and limp on the ground, with thick piss coming out of their trouser legs.

Mo Junrong repeated the previous question: "What treasures do you have in the Black Shadow Valley, the treasures of the town?"

One of them was a little older and stuttered and couldn't speak clearly.

"There is a treasure, it's that thing, what's inside, I'm telling the truth, it should be that, it must be..."

Mo Junrong's brows gradually tightened, and he looked at another younger Moyinggu practitioner.

"I... I know, it's a long-distance hidden weapon that can... kill enemies in the air..."

Hearing this, Mo Junrong understood that both of them wanted to exchange information for their lives, but the first person didn't know much, so he couldn't explain clearly.

He didn't say anything, and directly made a cross-cutting gesture, asking Chi Hun to kill the Moyinggu cultivator who couldn't understand.

There was only the last one left, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, what kind of treasure is it, worthy of your ink shadow valley treasures."

Seeing those armored giants getting closer, the last young man from the Black Shadow Valley gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to ask.

"I... I can say it, but... let me leave alive, let me go..."

Strangely, Mo Junrong didn't object, nor did he get angry.

Instead, he nodded very readily and agreed: "Okay, you just need to obediently tell me where the treasure is, what it's called, and what it does.

I will let you leave alive and never break my promise!

What, you don't believe it?
No problem, I can swear it. "

As he spoke, Mo Junrong raised his finger to the sky, and repeated the promises just now in the form of an oath.

After hearing this, the young man in Moying Valley finally felt relieved, and he spoke a little more quickly.

"I heard from the owner of the valley that the treasure of our ink shadow valley is hidden in a shrine at the source of the dark river at the bottom of the valley.

That thing is called a nail-headed book, and it is a magic weapon.

As long as you operate according to the content written in the book, you can crucify people even if you are separated by half the Yunxiu Continent. "

Mo Junrong's eyes lit up, and he asked, "You mean this magic weapon can kill people from a distance of hundreds of thousands of feet?"

"The owner of the valley...that's what he said, but...but there must be requirements, the specifics... I, a disciple, can't know."

After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Jun nodded in satisfaction.

It is worthy of being the treasure of the town school, the listening function alone is very remarkable, it is tailor-made for me to kill Zheng Qiu.

He patted the shoulder of the disciple of Black Shadow Valley: "Well done! I, Mo Junrong, am a person who keeps my oath, and now you can leave safely."

The disciples of Moying Valley looked at Mo Junrong suspiciously. After seeing Mo Junrong nodding, he immediately reacted and ran away like crazy.

Looking at the backs of the disciples fleeing for their lives, Mo Junrong showed a sinister smile.

He promised to let the other party leave alive, but he didn't promise to keep the other party alive.

When he patted the shoulder just now, he had already cast an evil cultivator's spell into the opponent's shoulder.

That Ink Shadow Valley disciple's strength was exhausted too much, and his body energy was completely empty. It would take at least three months to recover.

As for the evil cultivating spell, it only takes half a month to kick in, and when the time comes, you will end up exploding and dying.

Just when Mo Junrong was about to leave for the bottom of the valley basin, looking for the dark river, a scythe came rushing over with big strides.

Its huge five-six-story body, like a hill falling down, rumbled and crawled in front of General Mo.

Opening its lizard-like mouth, a flame of glory rolled out of the empty skull.

There was a clear signal of mental fluctuations coming from the flames, and Mo Junrong knew immediately that it was the mental fluctuations of Huo Jiao Dazhi.

"General, that thing named Tianzhou is about to run away, we can't stop it! General"

Mo Junrong suddenly became angry: "Where is the eye of God, establish a communication with me immediately!"

Under Mo Junrong's stern urging, an unused temporary God's Eye was soon placed in front of him.

The medium-sized landing meteor does not have the fire dragon, so the scythe replaced the work of the fire dragon, using the fire of glory in the body to activate the eye of God.

The scythe was not smart enough, and the five of them tossed together for a long time before placing the God's Eye imprint on the ground.

The branding is like a special teleportation array dedicated to transmitting images, transmitting the connected images to the other side of the branding.

In the image of the fire, the shadow of Jiao emerges, which is a big branch.

"General, here we are"

Before Dazhi finished speaking, Mo Junrong yelled: "What are you doing, five large troops landing on meteors, can't stop a sky boat?

Isn't the boat that day an eternal and unshakable thing, bumping like before, can't it break away? "

As he said that, Mo Junrong showed suspicion in his eyes: "Could it be that there are ghosts in my army who deliberately want to let Tian Zhou go?
Um, so, is that you? "

Dazhi shrunk his head, clasped his head with his front paws and kowtowed non-stop, apologizing and explaining.

"General, calm down, general, calm down, how could I betray you and let the enemy go.

If I did such a thing, I would not only betray you, General, but also the God Lord.

The Lord God can take back the flame of glory at any time and make me pay the price.

General, I am absolutely loyal"

Mo Junrong's suspicion faded slightly: "I'll give you a chance to explain why tens of millions of troops can't stop a sky-breaking boat?"

"General, there are weapons on that sky boat, they are very powerful.

You see, there are many weapons, I have never seen anything like this"

The mental fluctuations from Dazhi felt very anxious, and it seemed that it had indeed encountered a big problem.

(End of this chapter)