Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

However, when he advances to the late stage of fusion and completes the second level of the soul refining technique, there is a great possibility that he can control such a large number of spirit insects at one time.

This is also the reason why Lin Mo is eager to advance to the late stage of fusion.

Only when he truly reaches that level can he possess this powerful killer weapon.

He took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and the gold-eating bug in his hand disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The mind is urged again!

Qinghong trembled slightly, and instantly rushed towards Tianyuan City at a speed that exceeded his previous speed.

Above a vast expanse of dark yellow desert, a bronze chariot slowly moved forward.

Pulled by two giant silver eagles, it was soaring at a low altitude, flashing a faint green light.

At the core position of the chariot, Lin Mo sat with his eyes closed. A layer of golden light flowed on the surface of his skin, making him look mysterious.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he raised his arm suddenly and waved it towards the void in front of him.

In an instant, the space below the chariot produced violent fluctuations, and a green sword energy more than ten feet long suddenly emerged from the void, slashing downwards with powerful force.

In a fleeting moment, the huge sword energy disappeared into the yellow sand like a phantom, leaving no trace.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from the bottom of the yellow sand, and the surrounding yellow sand gushed out like a waterfall.

In the diffuse yellow sand, a giant silkworm-like ancient beast with a body size of more than 100 meters revealed its true face.

However, it only shook a few times before falling to the ground with a bang, spraying out countless green blood.

The chariot did not pause for a moment in the sky, but after a burst of rapid galloping, it quickly broke through the clouds and flew away into the distance.

Lin Mo remained as steady as a rock, sitting still until the attack was over.

Only then did he put his arms down and began to practice silently and attentively again.

……

Deep in an unknown sea, inside a magnificent giant palace, a bloody giant egg with a diameter of seventy or eighty feet was floating in the air.

Countless blood threads splashed out from the giant egg, occupying every inch of the secret room, as if it was completely covered in blood.

The blood cocoon is crystal clear and translucent. Looking through the intricate blood threads, one can seem to see a black shadow that is constantly changing in size.

If you look closely, you can even hear a dull "bang" sound every once in a while, as if a strong and powerful heart is beating at an extremely slow rhythm.

……

In a mysterious canyon in Fengyuan Continent, there is a fresh and refined woman in white and an ugly man in black robe.

Hovering there quietly, it was surrounded by tens of thousands of aliens.

These aliens are fat, have green skin and particularly long necks.

With two sharp forelimbs like giant blades, it looks like a large mantis that can walk upright.

However, below the canyon, countless alien corpses had been piled up, and the green remains almost covered the nearby ground, a horrifying sight.

Although there was no blood on the black-robed man's body, the murderous aura emanating from him was like a violent storm, and both sides of his face were covered with black scales the size of copper coins.

The two arms extending from the cuffs were black in color, and the hands turned directly into ten sharp daggers, which was chilling.

On the other hand, the woman in white had a gorgeous pink flower growing out of thin air under her feet, and she looked relaxed and unhurried.

Although there were only two of them, they were not afraid when facing tens of thousands of foreigners around them. Instead, they resolutely protected their position.

"I emphasize once again, give me your Green Limb Tribe's Holy Crystal Flower, and I will leave here immediately."

"Otherwise, I have no choice but to completely wipe out your entire race and then go and get the holy flower myself."

The woman in white spoke in a calm tone, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

"The sacred flower is a treasure that sustains the survival of our race. How can we easily hand it over to an outsider? Although you possess extraordinary strength, this request cannot be granted."

The leader, a foreigner with a slightly darker complexion, looked at the black-robed man who swung a knife to kill a member of his own tribe, and spoke with a resentful tone.

He himself is a powerful man in the middle stage of the fusion realm. Among the more than ten thousand alien people, his level of magic power is undoubtedly among the top.

Behind him were three other aliens in the early stages of fusion, all of them with flames of anger burning in their eyes.

However, in the previous round of fierce fighting, they and the great elder who was the leader of the tribe were all suppressed by the powerful aura of the girl in white.

Unable to move at all, they could only watch as the burly men in black robes brutally massacred their people.

Although their tribesmen fought desperately, thousands of them were killed in a short period of time.

The supernatural powers and cruel methods displayed by the other party made them both angry and feel fear in their hearts.

They understood that this time their tribe had really encountered an unprecedented disaster, and if they were not careful, the entire tribe would face the fate of destruction.

Facing the opponent's possible Mahayana masters, he

"I don't care about this matter. Either you hand over the sacred flower, or you disappear from the spirit world immediately. There is no other choice."

The woman in white spoke in a calm tone, but her words were filled with coldness and ruthlessness.

"Your Excellency, as a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, actually bullied a weak race like us who have retreated to the mountains and forests, and forcibly demanded treasures. Don't you think it is a loss of your status?"

The great elder of the Green Limb Tribe, after some hesitation, still unwillingly raised his question again.

"No need to provoke me with words. The noble sacred flower is of great value to me and I must get it."

"You don't have to have any illusions. I'll count to ten. If you don't hand over the sacred flower, I'll do it myself."

The woman in white smiled slightly, but said words that made all the foreigners present feel despair.

"One"

"two"

……

The girl in white began to count silently. Although her voice was very pleasant to the ears.

But to the ears of the surrounding aliens, it was like a death knell, and their faces changed drastically. "Senior, there is no need to count. I am willing to hand over the sacred crystal flower!"

The Green Limb Clan's great elder's face turned as pale as paper, and he finally uttered the words of compromise weakly.

"It is a wise decision to make this! As long as you hand over the sacred flower, I will naturally lose interest in your family."

The woman in white raised her arm to tuck her hair in front of her forehead and said with a chuckle.

What happened next was no surprise. Under the order of the tribe leader, a foreigner immediately returned to the Green Limbs' forbidden area in the canyon to retrieve an emerald green wooden box.

Half an hour later, the foreigner handed the wooden box to the woman in white with a sad face.

The woman didn't even look at the object, she just used her spiritual sense to explore it briefly, and then her face instantly became extremely gloomy.

Seeing this scene, the sturdy man in black robe next to him suddenly changed his expression and showed a hint of ferocity.

This made the aliens in the fusion stage on the opposite side tremble in their hearts, and they almost thought that the other party was going to go back on their word.

Fortunately, in the next second, the woman in white turned around and whispered to the burly man in black robe, "Let's go."

Then the huge pink flower under his feet vibrated a few times, and instantly turned into a dazzling red light and flew rapidly towards the distance.

The burly man in black robe let out a sharp whistle, and then his figure gradually blurred and turned into a ball of black mist, following closely behind the woman in white and floating away.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them had completely disappeared from the sight of all the aliens present.

Seeing this, the people with green limbs breathed a sigh of relief.

The loss of the precious resource of the sacred flower has made the future path of the already vulnerable ethnic group even more difficult and tortuous.

However, they eventually survived this devastating disaster and avoided the destruction of the entire tribe.

After the elderly elder gave the order, a group of green-limbed people quickly moved towards the canyon below and began to collect the remaining bodies of the deceased.

During this period, the woman in white and the man in black robe were already thousands of kilometers away in the vast sky.

After flying for a while, the man in the black robe could no longer hide his inner confusion and asked the woman in white beside him:

"Holy Ancestor, could it be that this sacred flower is not the treasure you are looking for?"

The latter replied quietly:
"That's not the case. It's just a spiritual flower that looks similar to what I'm looking for. Although it's an extremely rare magical treasure in this world, it's not very valuable to me."

Hearing this, the big man in the black robe responded with disappointment:

"Then, aren't our efforts this time in vain?"

The woman in white responded calmly:

"How could that item be obtained so easily? We have already searched for several powerful races in the nearby area."

"Next, we will move to the next adjacent area for search."

"Although the area of ​​Fengyuan Continent is not as vast as that of Leiming Continent, the number of races is several times that of Leiming Continent. It does take more energy to search for them one by one."

Although he was full of helplessness, the man in the black robe still replied respectfully: "Yes, sir."

Then he stopped asking questions.

Time flies, and eighty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Above a blue ocean, a group of flying spirits were flapping their wings with all their might and speeding past.

These flying spirits include both men and women, but are generally young. The one with the highest cultivation level is only at the Nascent Soul stage, and most are still at the Core Formation stage.

However, regardless of their level of cultivation, these dozen or so flying spirits were trying their best to fly, constantly looking back, with panic expressions on their faces.

It turned out that at the end of the sea level behind them, a silver-white line appeared at some point.

It swept towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a deafening, continuous roar.

Faced with this situation, the faces of these flying spirits became paler and paler, and they vomited blood. Some of them performed secret life-saving techniques, or directly sacrificed various magic weapons and talismans.

With the help of these means, their flying speed instantly increased a lot, but even so, they still couldn't escape the pursuit of the silver line.

After flying for half an hour, the flying speed of these flying spirits gradually slowed down due to excessive consumption of mana.

The silver thread took the opportunity to roll up, quickly shortening the distance between the two sides.

At this moment, through observation with the naked eye, they could clearly see the true appearance of the silver line.

It turned out to be a sea of ​​hurricanes with no end in sight, rushing towards them at an astonishing speed.

This hurricane sea is not only vast in scope, but also goes straight through the end of the sky.

Countless electric arcs, hail and other materials can be vaguely seen inside, the roar is endless, and the sound is so spectacular that it is shocking!
Seeing that the Hurricane Sea behind them was less than a hundred miles away from the Flying Spirits in front, and it would only take a moment to catch up, the group of Flying Spirits couldn't help but reveal looks of despair.

This time when they went out to sea for training, they unexpectedly encountered the most famous natural disaster in the nearby waters - the "Silver Tide". It was a misfortune for them and the possibility of survival was very slim.

However, even faced with such difficulties, these Feiling people were still unwilling to sit and wait for death and decided to rise up in resistance.

At this moment, with the deafening roar of a Nascent Soul-level flying spirit, everyone present gnashed their teeth and stopped their hasty escape.

Then they quickly formed a strange formation, and took out a magic flag several feet tall from their storage bracelets, waving it wildly!

In an instant, powerful waves of light gushed out from these formation flags, and then condensed into a circular light wall with a diameter of hundreds of meters, enveloping all the flying spirits present.

Its defensive power is so strong that it is truly remarkable.

However, even though these young people were protected inside the spherical shield, their faces were still pale and weak facing the hurricane and tsunami surging behind them.

As we all know, the power of the silver tide is terrifying, which means that even though their protective formation is not simple, it is difficult to sustain it for a long time.

This has been confirmed countless times by countless people who have died in this natural disaster.

Once caught in this terrifying silver tide, even for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, the chances of survival are slim.

As for those who are strong enough to reach the level of God Transformation and above, they can only rely on God for their life and death.

In order to rescue so many cultivators, it would require a master who has at least reached the late stage of the Refinement Realm or the Fusion Realm.

But they have now gone so deep into the seabed, how could they happen to run into other honorable elders and powerful practitioners in the tribe passing by? (End of this chapter)