Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

Chapter 125 Going to and Chaos

The second battle between the Seven Sects and the Six Sects of the Demonic Dao has just started. Although many people were killed and injured after several fights, they were not injured, and their spirits were still there. Therefore, such a large-scale battle of thousands of people is still Happens from time to time.

At that moment, countless foundation-building monks rose up in midair with their swords, rushed out of the camp like a torrent, and finally disappeared in the depths of the Golden Drum Plain.

At this moment, Mo Juren, who was fleeing at a high speed, felt a little annoyed in his heart.

Yesterday, when I checked the logistics-related information, I learned something. A few days before each war, the sect will distribute certain material subsidies in advance.And yesterday, it was the last day of distribution, and I also paid attention to it at that time.

It's a pity that I, who had read a lot of information just now, had not had time to fully digest it, so I was invited to a banquet for entertainment, and was given a "heavy gift" when I left, so I ignored this matter in the end.

However, it is useless to regret, who would have thought that another battle would happen so quickly?

I just hope that everything is still in time, otherwise, I can only take some risks.

After a while, Duan Guang suddenly stopped somewhere in mid-air, and stared forward, which was the camp area where the Han family's children were stationed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took out a sound-transmitting talisman in his hand, whispered a few words to it, and then threw it out. The talisman turned into a flame and shot towards a certain stone house in the camp, and disappeared within a blink of an eye.

A moment later, a figure flew out of the stone house, and in the blink of an eye, it was in mid-air.However, the moment he saw the other party, Mo Juren's eyes showed disappointment.

"Dare to ask, but Master Mo?" The person who came was a young girl with only the seventh level of Qi training. She stopped and asked respectfully.

"Where's Han Yunzhi?"

"Ah, Uncle Han is leaving for Jinguyuan."

"Is that really the case?" Mo Juren frowned and asked again,

"How long have you been walking?"

"I left early in the morning, and now I guess I have reached the depths of the Golden Drum Plain." Seemingly understanding something, the girl continued,

"According to the past rules, it is impossible for the war to start immediately. At this time, all the monks participating in the battle on both sides should gather near the battlefield first, and it will take half a day to wait for everything to be ready."

"long time"

Mo Juren's eyes flashed, and he summoned the blue flying boat, which turned into a ray of blue light and flew out of the camp.

Seeing the disappearing light, the girl suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, her eyes showed a gleam of joy, and she said to herself: "Uncle Mo is here, with him, Uncle Han and the others will be safe." Improve a lot."

……

Mo Juren didn't know the exact location of the battlefield, but there were monks flying with swords all around him, so he just had to follow them along the way.

While he was on his way, he was also thinking about his next move.

To be honest, he didn't intend to participate in this kind of large-scale battle at first, and the danger would not be so great. With his current strength, if he wanted to escape, few people could stop him.

Of course, it will be more troublesome to meet monks above the alchemy stage.However, the possibility of this happening is extremely low.

There are some unspoken rules in the practice world. High-level monks seldom attack low-level monks directly for no reason, at least not on the surface.Otherwise, it will cause extremely serious consequences.

After all, both the Demonic Dao and the main body of the Seven Sects are composed of a large number of middle- and low-level disciples. If the top forces of both sides do not abide by the rules and act recklessly, they will have messed up long ago.

Therefore, regardless of the many battles between the two sides, it will still only be fought between the same realm.

In this way, even if they participate in such a large-scale battle, there will be no danger.

The reason why he didn't plan to participate in the first place was mainly because it was meaningless, or the price-performance ratio was too low.

Although he has a strength that far surpasses that of the same level, but in full view, he can't kill without any scruples, right?
What's more, Lingshou Mountain is in that situation, so you can't mess around.

Therefore, he still has to keep it. Unless the other party is looking for death, he had better not kill easily, and he can only reap the rewards.

After comprehensive consideration, it would be better to hide in the back and find a way to earn more spirit stones while cultivating. It can be said to kill three birds with one stone, so why not do it?
It's a pity that if you don't come now, you have to come. After all, Han Lao promised to come and take care of Han Yunzhi, so you can't break your promise and get fat.Furthermore, based on the relationship between him and the other party, even without Hanlao's entrustment, he could not stand idly by in such a situation.

"Forget it, let's take part in it. It's right to increase your knowledge. After all, he really hasn't experienced this kind of large-scale battle with thousands of people. Thinking about it carefully, he still has some expectations."

Thinking this way in my heart, suddenly a dark light flashed in front of my eyes, and a black wooden box the size of a palm emerged.Gently opening the lid of the box, what came into view was a row of flying needle-like artifacts about an inch in length. There were twelve in total, each of which shone with a gloomy cold light.

"The top-level magic weapon, the Shadow Needle, comes in a set of twelve, and it can also be used alone. It was prepared for the battle of the Spirit Mine at the beginning, and it has never been used. Now it is just right.
I will use you this time, just to have a good discussion with my friends from the Demonic Dao. "

While thinking about it, the cultivator flying with the sword in front of him seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly his escape speed increased greatly.

On the blue boat, Mo Juren used his extreme eyesight technique, and he saw that the vast wasteland nearly ten miles away was already crowded with people, all of whom were monks from the seven sects who came one after another.

On the other side of the wilderness, there are also thousands of monks in a large area no less than a kilometer apart, obviously belonging to the side of the devil.

After countless fights, the hatred between the two sides has long been deepened. Therefore, although the war has not yet begun, the battlefield has already filled the sky with murderous aura.

Withdrawing his spiritual eyes, Mo Juren's heart suddenly moved, and the green boat under his feet disappeared in an instant, replaced by a very ordinary green leaf-shaped magic weapon.

As soon as the mana in his body was urged, it immediately turned into a cyan streamer and flew forward.

This scene was naturally noticed by other monks who came nearby, and their faces showed astonishment.I was still guessing who this rich fellow was, but I didn't expect that the other party would do this?

"Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

In an instant, this thought flashed through countless people's minds, and at the same time, a trace of vigilance arose in their hearts. They must be more careful in the subsequent battles, especially pay attention to this kind of insidious character who likes to "pretend to be weak".

Naturally, the speed of the Aoba Magical Artifact was not fast, even if it was only ten miles away, it still flew slowly for a long time.When they arrived, there were too many monks gathered around, and it didn't take long for the battle to really start.

At this time, Mo Juren was not in a hurry. Since he had already entered the battlefield, there was no point in earlier or later.Anyway, I can't leave for a while, the most urgent thing is to find Han Yunzhi first.

There were too many people, and Mo Juren couldn't help feeling a little headache.There was no other way, so he could only use his spiritual eyes again, and kept scanning among the thousands of monks.

Fortunately, I was lucky, and I happened to see the opponent's figure in a certain area.At this time, the other party was getting together with another female monk in a long white dress, and they didn't know what they were communicating with.

"It's not too reckless to even know that they are coming together." Mo Juren complained in his heart, but he didn't move forward immediately.Since the other party's purpose is to come to the front line to experience, then, unless there is a real life-and-death crisis, it's better not to show up for the time being, so as not to disrupt the other party's plan.

Having made a decision in his heart, he stopped paying attention to the opponent, turned his attention to the entire battlefield, and began to observe carefully.

The so-called large-scale battle is actually a bit of a misnomer. The two sides basically didn't have any thorough preparations. Apart from the formation barriers that they each arranged in advance, there was nothing special about them.

And the enchantment formation is basically a decoration, and it will not be opened during the battle.Otherwise, both sides will hide in the enchantment shield, and no one can easily hurt the other.

Such a discovery made Mo Juren a little speechless, but he knew how strong the real background of the Demonic Dao was, and the Seven Schools also had some background.

However, at this time, the two sides are only planning to fight with a large number of monks themselves, and they are reluctant to take out the treasures at the bottom of the box, which is really a bit perfunctory.

It can be seen from this that whether it is the magic way or the seven sects, they all have their own little thoughts.

Mo Dao naturally wants to use cannon fodder to consume the opponent, and the Seven factions are well aware of the gap between the two sides. Except for the Spirit Beast Mountain, the other six factions may have already had the idea of ​​​​running away. Naturally, he would not waste all the true background accumulated in the sect over the years here.

Put away the thoughts in your mind, and look around.

At this time, the foundation-building monks on the left and right have already prepared their magic weapons, and they are waiting for the battle to start and they can immediately sacrifice to fight.

Seeing this, Mo Juren didn't want to be too special, and his calm expression instantly disappeared, revealing a trace of solemnity instead.

Time passed slowly, and the war still started.

As the two sides finished their preparations, a command was issued almost simultaneously on a high platform in their respective camps. In the next moment, thousands of long-awaited foundation-building monks on both sides of the battlefield sacrificed their magic weapons one after another.

In an instant, the area in the center of the battlefield was flooded with all kinds of magic weapons like a torrential rain. Countless auras of various colors intertwined and collided, and bursts of intense energy fluctuations erupted...

In a certain corner, Mo Juren was naturally not idle, casting out spells from time to time to defuse the flying attacks.As for the Shadow Needle, it is obviously not suitable for such a large-scale display, so it can only be put on hold for now.

The battle at this time was not fierce, and the fight between the two sides seemed to be in full swing, but few people were killed or injured.Only some really unlucky beings would happen to be hit by the flying attack, resulting in certain casualties.

However, this situation did not last forever. After a few waves of magic weapon confrontation, new orders came from the two camps again, and the real battle began.

For a moment, almost all the monks on both sides took off the light and soared into the sky, and finally met directly in the vast space in the center of the battlefield.

This time, not only the foundation building stage, but also the alchemy stage monks in both camps flew into the air.However, he didn't act immediately, but consciously moved away from the battlefield, and fled towards the depths of the Golden Drum Plain.

This is a real chaotic battle, without any command, all fighting freely according to their own strength.

(End of this chapter)