Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

Chapter 127 Revenge and the Blood Soul Banner
The battle continued, and there were figures of fighting and fighting everywhere on the ground and in the sky.

Somewhere in mid-air, three figures stood facing each other.

Looking at the two demon monks holding huge black banners in front of him, Mo Juren's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

After the battle just now, no one came to trouble him again.

In this regard, he was naturally happy to be at leisure, so he simply stayed at a certain location, while observing the situation on the battlefield, he glanced at Han Yunzhi's location from time to time.

Unexpectedly, there is still an unexpected situation.After only a moment of idle time, two black-robed monks who were at the late stage of Foundation Establishment suddenly flew towards them.

The two looked cold, as if they had no emotion at all. As soon as Fang met their faces, they simultaneously summoned a giant black banner, and then shook it quickly.I don't know what kind of magic weapon that giant banner is, as it keeps shaking, black and red thick fog suddenly rises above the banner, and in the next moment, it turns into two fog dragons and whizzes towards his position like lightning and flint And to.

"So fast!"

While Mo Juren dodged at top speed, his brows were furrowed even more. Even though he was far away, he could still hear the howling of ghosts and wolves from time to time in the dense fog, that kind of heart-piercing magic sound , let him instantly think of something.

A ghost, and a large number of wronged souls with endless resentment.

"Damn!"

How could Mo Juren not know what it was, it must be some kind of evil weapon refined by devouring a large number of souls through the method of blood sacrifice.

This is also a trick commonly used by monks of the magic path. Since normal means can't hurt you, then this kind of attack carrying a large amount of filthy energy is particularly effective.

Just as the other party expected, even if Mo Juren relied on his own strength, he would not dare to let such filthy things get close to him easily, otherwise, there might be troublesome situations.

When it was too late, the two fog dragons approached in a blink of an eye. Mo Juren waved his hands quickly, and the two magic talismans flew out at a high speed, turning into two balls of black and red flames and directly collided with the attacking fog dragons.

The 'Toxic Flame' is powerful, and the poison carries terrifying high temperature, instantly burning the two mist dragons to death.And taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Juren quickly flew back, widening the distance between him and the opponent.

The fog dragon was easily dispelled, and the eyes of the two black-robed demon cultivators flashed a hint of surprise at the same time, but they still kept moving, and kept shaking the giant banner in their hands.

With just a few breaths, two black and red mist dragons, which were twice as big as before, condensed out again, without the slightest pause, and attacked his position again.

The speed of the fog dragon was even faster, there was no time to react at all, and it almost came close in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Mo Juren wouldn't sit still and wait for death. As he flew away, the blood in his hand flashed. It was the top-level magic weapon 'Blood Fiend Sword' that he had just obtained not long ago.When this sword is cast, it will carry the evil spirit of blood, and it also has a certain defilement effect. Therefore, it is just right to face the evil weapon of the black giant banner.

Vigorous mana was continuously poured into it, and soon it was initially sacrificed successfully, and it no longer affected its use.

Mo Juren's figure stopped, without any hesitation, he immediately sacrificed him in the air, and the blood light surged, and in the next moment, it turned into a blood light and rushed directly into the flying mist dragon.

The two fog dragons have no physical body, so they are naturally unstoppable in the face of the magical artifacts that are not afraid of filth. The blood evil sword, which is about one foot long, sweeps across wantonly, and soon becomes difficult to condense, and finally disperses.

Mo Juren was not at all happy about this, and the two black-robed demon cultivators started to move again in front of his line of sight.If the spellcasting of these two people is not interrupted, I am afraid that the fog dragon formed by them will be endless.

While the thoughts were spinning, the Blood Fiend Sword suddenly turned and shot straight towards the two people in front of them.

The two black-robed demon cultivators were naturally aware of it, and one of them immediately stopped the giant banner, then slapped it on the storage bag, and then sacrificed a black ruler-shaped magic weapon, fighting with the blood demon sword that was attacking.

The two repeated the previous actions again, and continued to shake the giant banner, and in an instant, the black and red fog dragon emerged again.

"It's been a while."

On the high platform of the Seven Sects, the monk surnamed Bai frowned slightly. Two demon cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment besieged one of them, which was a bit deceptive.Immediately, he sent a sound transmission to a certain position behind him, and suddenly, a ray of escape light rose into the air, and flew towards the front at an extremely fast speed.

"If Liu is not mistaken, those two giant banners should be imitations of the blood soul banners, the most precious treasure of the Tiansha Sect. Those who can hold this treasure must not be ordinary people."

"I think it's nothing more than the descendants of a strong man, but the Tiansha Sect is too shameless. On the battlefield, everyone depends on their own ability. Didn't they just snatch two magic weapons and send two masters to take revenge?" ? It really has the demeanor of losing the Dao of Demons."

"Two magical artifacts! Those are two top-level magical artifacts! One of them is rare and top-quality. It would be strange if the other party is indifferent." Hearing the outrageous partiality of the monk surnamed Bai, the silver-haired old man was speechless.Of course, it's just thinking in my heart, it's hard to say it.

Paused, as if suddenly thought of something, said again,

"The face of the brocade-robed young man just now has a bit of the shadow of Tiansha Zhenjun. He must be a descendant of his blood. If so, fellow daoist, please remind your junior that demons always retaliate. Be careful."

"What!" Hearing the reminder, cultivator Bai's complexion changed slightly, without any hesitation, his lips trembled slightly at any time, and he transmitted sound forward.

"True Monarch Tiansha!"

On the battlefield, Mo Juren's heart shuddered when he heard the sound transmission.

Sure enough, his previous guess was correct, the young man in brocade robe was indeed of extraordinary origin, he was actually a descendant of the suzerain of the Tiansha sect.

Knowing everything, Mo Juren couldn't help cursing inwardly, what's the point of going to the front line with a group of cannon fodder with such an awesome background?Why don't you learn from Wang Chan from Ghost Spirit Sect and Lian Feihua from Demon Flame Sect, they are also the direct blood of the Demon Sect Master, but they have been attacking and destroying the enemy's hinterland all the time, that's what the real elite should do.Look at you again, don't you feel ashamed to show off on the battlefield with a bunch of top-grade treasures?
Scolding is scolding, but he is not too worried.This is all a matter between the juniors, and there is no real beating to death. The other party, Yuanying Patriarch, would personally seek revenge on him for the two magic weapons?

After all, the other party is the master of a sect, and face is still needed. What's more, behind the Lingshou mountain is the Yuling sect, which merged after the war.As both masters of the Demonic Dao, the other party has to be more scrupulous.

After some consideration and weighing, Mo Juren no longer entangled in this matter, and continued to fight with the black-robed demon cultivator.Of course, after knowing the other party's identity, he naturally wouldn't work so hard. The Blood Fiend Sword and the other party seemed to be fighting fiercely, but it was all false moves.

The black-robed demon cultivator obviously also noticed this, and a trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes.However, he didn't point it out, instead, he directly took the giant banner away, and then chose the same method with a tacit understanding, manipulating the black ruler magic weapon to fight with it.

The reason for this is not without reason.The moment another late-stage Foundation Establishment monk from the Seven Sects flew over, the opportunity disappeared.And the person in front of him has been determined after testing, and it is really too difficult to deal with. It is impossible for him to take the other party down by himself.

In this way, it would be better to cooperate with the opponent to play a game, which can be regarded as an explanation to the young master.

In the magic camp.

At this moment, the young man in brocade robe standing somewhere had the urge to vomit blood.

The Blood Fiend Sword was snatched, and the Blood Thunder Bead was snatched. Panicked, he could only retreat temporarily.However, when he thought of the inexplicable loss of the two top-level magic weapons, he felt extremely depressed.

I have never suffered such a big loss since I was a child. The key is face. Thinking of the scene of running away in despair just now, it is really a bit embarrassing.If this is known by other acquaintances, wouldn't it be a joke to death?

Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it any longer, and simply sent out the two guards who came with him. It would be best if he could kill the opponent, or seriously wound him, but if he couldn't, he would beat him to the ground and run away in embarrassment. To save some face.

That's right, even at this moment, the young man in brocade is most concerned about his face. As for the magic weapon, although it hurts a bit, he can accept it. After all, who makes himself inferior to others.

It's a pity that he miscalculated again. It's fine for the opponent to be difficult alone, and there are helpers behind him. At the critical moment, he rushed out of a late-stage foundation-establishment cultivator again in time to get out of the siege.

"Could it be that this person, like myself, is also looked after by elders?"

Thinking of this, the young man in brocade robe stared at the battlefield again. Unlike before, the opponent's pair of dark eyes suddenly burst out with strong curiosity.

on the battlefield,

Mo Juren was naturally not aware of the change in the heart of the young man in brocade. At this time, while he was fighting with the black robe demon, he was also distracted by looking at another area.

That's where Han Yunzhi was. At this time, the other party was no longer as relaxed as before, and seemed to be in trouble.

Two demonic monks in dark green robes are controlling a dozen white skeletons suspended in the air. On the other side, Han Yunzhi is standing shoulder to shoulder with a female companion in a white dress. Full of dignity.

(End of this chapter)