The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 387: Writing it off is the best option
As night fell, the moon and stars were sparse, and under the majestic sacrificial altar, I seemed to hear the voices of some spiritual pets.

"Woooo--" The voices gradually came together, but the two people who were fighting naturally didn't pay attention.

The sights and attention of the surrounding brothers were also tightly drawn by them, and they did not notice the movement outside for the time being.

Only Murong Feng paid attention. This is... the voice of the spiritual pets gathered around the sacrificial altar. There should be more than one, and the age of these spiritual pets is no less than five million years old.

"Why is Junior Brother Hanmo so fast?" Suddenly a senior brother in the crowd noticed something was wrong and asked the question first.

"Yeah, how could it be so fast?" Everyone realized this problem at once.

"This is not like something that can only be accomplished with more than a million years of cultivation, but more like a technique that requires two million years of cultivation."

"No, it doesn't look the same to me in two million years. It feels like it's older than two million years."

"Oh my God! How come Junior Brother Hanmo suddenly gained so much power in cultivation skills overnight?"

Yuxi, who was fighting, also noticed something was wrong. He looked up at Han Mo with an ugly expression on his face, "When did your cultivation recover?"

He was able to regain the power of more than two million years of cultivation in a short period of time. This would be impossible for ordinary people, no, even for people from their immortal tribe or other major tribes.

He must have done something or eaten something.

Han Mo used the power of magic to push him away, "You have too much control. All you need to know now is that I have defeated you, and all the previous matters will be wiped out."

Yuxi was opened by this powerful force of cultivation, which was so shocking that he almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand.

"What a powerful force."

Yuxi looked up at him coldly, holding the Lingxiao Sword tightly in his hand. Oh, no wonder, no wonder he agreed to him so easily just now and competed with him. It turned out that he had recovered the power of his two million years of cultivation.

Several fellow apprentices couldn't sit still, "Han Mo! You actually concealed your recovery of cultivation and competed with fellow apprentice Yuxi. You are trying to win without force!"

"That's right, winning without force is despicable and shameless!"

"How could they do this?" Miaoyuan was so angry that she wanted to rush forward. Murong Feng, who was beside him, quickly reached out and grabbed her. He had already guessed in his heart that she would lose her temper and would definitely rush to help Junior Brother Han Mo. As expected.

"Senior brother?!" Miaoyuan turned to look at him, her face flushed with anger. It's already this time, why did her senior brother stop her?

Murong Feng held her tightly and comforted her in a low voice, "I'm going to go. Just stay here. It won't be peaceful tonight, so let Nuoming stay by your side."

When Nuoming heard her name, her soft little ears immediately stood up, "Chirp, chirp~~"

Master, let me protect you.

Before Miaoyuan could react, she saw Senior Brother Murong let go of her hand and rushed forward. At the same time, Senior Brother Huarong and Senior Brother Hanliang also blocked in front of the group of disciples.

"They are competing. Which one of you dares to pass?"

The group of brothers and sisters were stunned, "What are you doing?"

Blocking in front of them, could it be that he wanted to excuse Junior Brother Han Mo.

Huarong opened her folding fan again, and her aura was fully activated. "You also heard what they said during the competition just now. Fighting alone, group fights are not allowed. Whoever dares to fight will pass the level of the three of us first."

Han Liang nodded heavily, "Yes."

Murong Feng did not speak, but his face was tense and majestic, completely different from his usual friendly look. Such an obvious stance and attitude meant that he was obviously trying to protect Junior Brother Hanmo.

"This..." A group of people looked at each other and hesitated. It was indeed agreed just now that Junior Brother Yuxi and Junior Brother Hanmo would fight alone and no one else was allowed to interfere. However, they didn't know that Junior Brother Hanmo's cultivation had recovered just now. Now that they know it, how can they sit idly by and do nothing.

That was Junior Brother Yuxi, the most favored little immortal king in the immortal clan, and the person who might succeed to the throne in the future.

But if you want to take charge now, you have to pass the test of Senior Brother Murong and Senior Brother Huarong in front of you. One is the second senior brother in the entire Cangling Mountain and the popular person in front of the sect leader. One is the second senior brother on Muzhen Mountain, the highly respected second disciple of Elder Hua. How to manage this?

Not to mention, behind the two senior brothers, there is also the lord's only close disciple, the little highness Yan Miaoyuan of the ghost clan.

They can't afford to offend any of these people. Naturally, there is no need to offend all these people just because of one Junior Brother Hanmo. Seeing several senior brothers stopping those on Xiangyu Mountain, Miaoyuan felt relieved. Fortunately, senior brothers, Huarong, and Hanliang were here, otherwise the big snake would have been doomed tonight. .

"Chirp chirp..." Nuoming suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and began to scream impatiently.

Miaoyuan squatted down strangely, took it into her arms, and gently touched its little head, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

"Chirp chirp..." Master, there seems to be a very powerful spiritual pet coming around.

"What?!" Miaoyuan suddenly became nervous and quickly raised her head to look in the direction around the sacrificial altar.

Under the unclear full moon, the wind blew past the grass, and the falling shadows formed shuttles. As the danger approached, the cold wind made a loud noise, the wind and clouds surged, blowing up the dead leaves and branches all over the ground, ruffling a pool of spring water, the voices in the ears were clear, and the whimpering was in groups, like an army pressing down on the situation, and there seemed to be more than one spiritual pet. come over.

"It's a group!"

"A group of spiritual pets are coming!"

Someone noticed the spiritual pets approaching around the sacrificial altar and spoke in a panic.

This time, the sound of their fighting actually attracted the attention of the surrounding spiritual pets. It's over, it's over, how should they deal with these difficult and powerful spiritual pets.

I heard that the lowest cultivation age of these spiritual pets is five million years. God, how could they fight?

"What should I do? What should I do? They are coming?"

"Yes, they are the spiritual pets of our ancestors. Their power of cultivation and magic is naturally superior to ours. What should we do?"

"What can I do? Run quickly!!"

"Yes, let's run quickly. I don't want to get entangled with these highly cultivated spiritual pets."

Yuxi naturally noticed the movement around him, and he was naturally taboo about the spiritual pets they said were over five million years old. Besides, there was no need for him to cause such trouble.

He held the Lingxiao sword in his hand and looked up at Han Mo opposite him, trying to see what he meant.

As long as he wants to fight, he doesn't mind accompanying him, even if they are spiritual pets, what can they do? No one can stop what he wants to do in Yuxi.

Han Mo glanced at him, and the power of the heart source in his hand slowly disappeared.

Yuxi was stunned, "What are you doing?"

He doesn't want to fight? Is he scared? Because of these spiritual pets?

Han Mo raised his feet and walked past him, "Let's fight another day and solve the immediate trouble first."

Yuxi was stunned, watching helplessly as he walked past him in such a swaggering manner, with that calm and calm attitude, as if he had predicted that he would not take action against him.

In other words, he is extremely confident that he has recovered the power of cultivation skills that he had after two million years.

Yuxi lowered his head. For a moment, he didn't know whether to listen to him or not.

While he was hesitating, a group of junior brothers came over and surrounded him to persuade him: "Junior brother, stop fighting. Let's run. It's not too late to take revenge another day."

"Yes, junior brother, let's leave quickly. The cultivation of these spiritual pets is not low. If we don't leave, we will be too late."

"Yes, junior brother, don't hesitate, let's go."

Yuxi knew that due to the interference of this group of spiritual pets tonight, he was afraid that he would not be able to compete. He thought, it would be better to give up the competition first, find a secluded day another day, and then have a good competition. Moreover, Han Mo's power of cultivation and magic has now been restored. He really can't beat him, so why bother to humiliate himself? It won't be too late to compete with him after he finds a way to deal with him.

After Yuxi figured it out, the Lingxiao sword in his hand immediately transformed and disappeared, "Listen to my senior brothers."

A group of brothers laughed and said, "Great, let's go back quickly."

As long as Junior Brother Yuxi doesn't fight, everything will be fine. It just so happens that the timing is wrong tonight, and it is absolutely impossible to deal with Han Mo.

The best strategy now is to take action.