Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1367 Xuanming Tower

Mo Xian's guess was right, the translucent figure was indeed asking him for the power of Mo Linghuo.

However, he seems to have screwed himself up again, because he has no way to stop now.

Just like when he captured Wan Yaofeng, he was not under his own control.

But one thing is very strange, after the translucent figure continued to absorb the power of Mo Linghuo, the blush on his face became more and more intense, and his eyes became a little dazed.

It's like a human being who is constantly drinking strong alcohol.

"Hey, it's interesting, like feeding a pet." Xiao En muttered.

"Shut up, stop talking sarcastic!" Mo Xian said with great difficulty, at this moment he felt like a punctured balloon that was rapidly leaking air.

It won't take long for it to completely deflate, and he hasn't been able to block the hole yet.

Soon, the vitality in Mo Xian's meridians was emptied.

The origin force of the first phantom body was drawn out by him.

But that translucent figure is like a bottomless pit, never satisfied.

However, the blush on its face was even worse, and a trace of blur appeared in its eyes, just like a drunk person.

"Hey, this guy, is he drunk with Mo Linghuo? That's right, if the energy of Mo Linghuo is compared to wine, it is definitely the most delicious and strongest wine!" Xiao En muttered.

Mo Xian didn't pay attention to Xiao En, the feeling of being constantly pulled from his body was quite guarded.

One time was already unforgettable, and he actually experienced it again.

Yuanli was consumed rapidly, and soon he had no choice but to draw out the energy in the second phantom body, and then the third.

The fourth phantom body is not fully formed, and there is not much energy contained in it.

Once he got to this point, he might feel very uncomfortable.

To Mo Xian's despair, the energy in the third phantom body was quickly exhausted.

Under this speed of consumption, his meridians seem to have shrunk a bit, and if he can't deal with it in a short time, it will leave irreparable flaws.

At that time, I am afraid there will be some troubles.

And at this time, the translucent human figure began to shake a little.

"Fight it!" On Mo Xian's other palm, the light of Yuanli flashed, and then among all the things around him, there were stars gathering towards him.

This is the effect of the All Things Return to Yuan Jing, borrowing the power of all things around.

But for him now, it seems like fishing out the water. After all, it takes a lot of energy to use the Sutra of Returning to the Yuan.

"boom!"

In the next moment, the color of the Mo Linghuo gushing out from Mo Xian's palm became deeper, and the astonishing fluctuation seemed to push away the surrounding air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all the energy in Mo Xian's body was exhausted, and he began to squeeze the energy contained in the flesh and blood.

If even this is squeezed out, he will become a weak and empty frame.

In an instant, Mo Xian's blood vessels faintly shriveled, and his plump muscles also began to shrink.

And at this moment, the translucent figure suddenly shook violently, and then collapsed.

Mo Xian also fell to the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to move a little finger.

After he calmed down, he immediately took out a gourd from the holding ring, bit off the spout of the pot and poured it vigorously.

There is no panacea in it, just ordinary water.

He has not felt thirsty for a long time, and he has not drank water for a long time.

But this time, he suddenly discovered that this ordinary water is actually so sweet.

Mo Xian stopped after several gourds of water were drained in a row, and his stomach was swollen.

"Huh!" He let out a long breath, and quickly chewed up a few pills to restore vitality.

Opposite him, the translucent figure lay quietly on the ground, eyes half-closed, without any movement.

The ancient pagoda that nearly crushed him to death before, fell to the side at this moment. It was full of cracks and was very dilapidated.

This tower can be used as a weapon by the translucent figure, its power is self-evident.

Mo Xian had been very interested in this ancient pagoda before, and now he finally had the opportunity to take a closer look.

He picked up the ancient pagoda carefully, and immediately sensed an extremely powerful aura.

The workmanship of this ancient pagoda is very fine, lifelike, every detail is perfect, and with his professional eyes, he can't pick out a single flaw.

The only regret is that the cracks covering the entire body of the pagoda have caused the ancient pagoda to lose its aura and almost be destroyed.

But even so, its remaining energy still makes it comparable to high-level spirit treasures.

"Hehe, that's weird. That thing seems to be really drunk. I've heard of drunk people, but I haven't heard of drunk ink spirit fire. What are you going to do with that thing? This thing is almost immortal. With your current Strength, even if it stands still, it may be difficult to destroy." Xiao En said.

"I don't know!" Mo Xian said indifferently, he is now fascinated by this ancient pagoda.

He sank his mind into it, as if he had entered a strange space.

However, except for the area where he was standing, the rest of the place was in chaos, which should be due to destruction.

However, he still knew the name of this tower, Xuanming Tower.

Other than that, there is no information.

He poured Yuanli into it, and the Xuanming Pagoda immediately lit up with a faint light, but most of the Yuanli was lost along those cracks.

An ancient Sanskrit sound also suddenly appeared in his mind, making him as comfortable as if he had been enlightened.

With a thought, the Xuanming Pagoda slowly flew up, and then expanded rapidly, with countless rune halos lingering on it, quite mysterious.

The Xuanming Pagoda slowly moved above the translucent phantom, and then a beam of light made of runes descended, enveloping it.

Then the translucent figure seemed to have sensed something, and immediately struggled violently.

However, the beam of rune light that descended was like a huge mountain, crushing it so that it could not move.

Immediately afterwards, the translucent figure disappeared, as if being sucked into the tower.

Mo Xian immediately sank his mind into the Xuanming Tower, and sure enough, he found that the translucent figure was at the bottom of the Xuanming Tower, roaring furiously.

The Xuanming Pagoda doesn't have much power anymore, logically speaking it shouldn't be able to trap it.

However, it just roared and didn't dare to act rashly, as if it had an instinctive fear.

"Unexpectedly, I was trapped by my own weapon." Mo Xian breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately lay down on his back.

At this time, the sky gradually dimmed.

In this ancient battlefield, it got dark very quickly.

And once the darkness completely descends, this place will belong to the paradise of those terrifying existences.

Mo Xian's face suddenly became more serious. It was obviously too late for him to rush back to the gathering point.

And with his current state, not to mention that kind of terrifying existence, even a stronger monster might kill him.

He had to find a place to escape this night and take the opportunity to heal his wounds, otherwise he might leave hidden dangers and his subsequent cultivation would be greatly affected.

(End of this chapter)