Martial arts become gods

Chapter 647 The Fall of Mo City
"In this way, I have a legion!" Mo Xian imagined that he was a little excited. These puppets are absolutely loyal, and he doesn't need to worry about them at all. If they are used properly, they will definitely be a rare and powerful murderous force. .

"Oops!"

After rejoicing for a moment, Mo Xian suddenly came to his senses that Helena and the others might be in danger, and he had to go back as soon as possible.

Without any hesitation, he immediately dragged his seriously injured body and walked out with difficulty.

But he didn't forget to heal his injuries. After all, going back like this is not to mention dealing with Xiong Lao and the others. It is very likely that he will be eaten by a monster halfway.

He held a medium-grade bone pattern in both hands, and the energy in it poured into his body quickly, transforming into Yuanli to warm and nourish the horribly damaged body.

And not long after he left, a huge leaf returned to where he was before.

The leaves float in the sky out of thin air, and they are filled with clear water.

Of course, the leaves will not fill with water and fly over by themselves. Naturally, the frog is holding it.

Seeing that Mo Xian had disappeared, the frog froze for a moment, the leaf in his hand slipped unconsciously, and clear water spilled all over the floor.

Then everything went flat again, as if nothing had happened.

……

Following the same path, Mo Xian easily returned to the restriction outside the canyon. Along the way, he was not stingy with middle-grade bone patterns, and he continued to refine like he didn't want money.

However, as soon as his complexion became serious, this place is not something you can go out at will, and Mr. Xiong still kept a hand on him.

"damn it!"

Mo Xian couldn't help cursing, he searched along the restriction for a long time, but still couldn't find the way out.

He tried to attack the restriction, but the feedback was enough to make him tremble, so he didn't dare to try it indiscriminately, otherwise he would be shocked to death before he found the way.

After a long time, he might find a way to get out, but right now he has no time at all, and if he goes back a moment later, the danger in Mocheng will be even greater.

At this time, the air suddenly twisted, and a strange gray figure appeared in Mo Xian's sight, it was the frog.

Mo Xian was overjoyed immediately, and said, "You know how to get out!"

The frog nodded, and then guided Mo Xian to an inconspicuous place. He stuck his sharp claws on the restriction, and there were some ripples in the air, and its claws went straight through. .

Immediately afterwards, the frog handed Mo Xian a piece, which was one of the colorful ice cores.

"You don't need it?" Mo Xian asked strangely.

Frog shook his head, and passed some colorful ice cores forward.

Mo Xian didn't insist anymore, took the colorful ice core over, and said: "You go out with me, it's not good to stay in this damn place!"

Hearing this, the frog's body suddenly trembled, then firmly shook its head, and at the same time kept backing away, looking very frightened, and then disappeared without a sound.

For going out, it is obviously very resistant, or frightened, not knowing whether it is for people or objects.

"Well, if you change your mind, you can come to me anytime." Mo Xian nodded in disappointment. He doesn't have much time right now, so he must hurry up.

After he got out of the restriction, the frog suddenly appeared again. It kept looking at the direction where Mo Xian left, with complex eyes in its eyes, as if it was engaged in a difficult ideological struggle.

After a long time, it disappeared again, and I don't know where it went.

A gust of wind blew through, blowing out a series of ripples from the restriction that shrouded the canyon.

……

Along the way, Mo Xian hurried on while recovering, his speed getting faster and faster.

He didn't know that Mo City had already been occupied by Xiong Lao and others.

"Old Xiong, let that little girl slip away!" On the city wall, Shi Tianwei said obediently to Old Xiong who was standing with his back to him.

After the experience of going to the canyon last time, he had already developed a great fear of this smiling old man. He was afraid that he would be killed if he disagreed with each other, so he always showed extreme humility.

"The feeling of standing on the city wall and looking into the distance is indeed very comfortable. No wonder so many people want to be the city lord after fighting for their heads." After a short silence, Elder Xiong said something inexplicable.

And it was this sentence that made Shi Tian sweat coldly. He always felt that something called ambition had awakened in Old Xiong's body.

It can't be called awakening, Xiong Lao's ambitions are all there, but now they have expanded infinitely.

And as the only remaining city lord among the four cities, he is likely to be the first to be killed.

Therefore, he has always acted that he intends to hand over the city lord to Old Xiong, but the latter's performance has always been vague, which is one of the reasons why he is extremely terrified.

He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and said with a flattering smile: "Hehe, if Mr. Xiong wants to be the city lord, it's not easy."

"Hmph, nonsense, why haven't you caught the person I want you to catch for so long, trash!" Old Xiong's face turned cold, and he waved his palm casually.

"Snapped!"

A bright red hand shadow instantly appeared on Shi Tian's face, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't dare to move at all, but knelt down with a plop, "Old Xiong, please forgive me, give me a little more time, and I will definitely grab it and give it to you with my own hands!"

"Go, my patience has a limit!" Xiong Lao replied in a deep voice, then ignored Shi Tian, ​​and his eyes fell on the dozens of towering pillars in front of the city gate of Mocheng. Many people fell.

Shi Tian also glanced at those pillars with some trepidation, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

He couldn't help shivering, and then left as if he had been pardoned.

Following Shi Lao's gaze, one could clearly see that a famous warrior fell on those pillars.

Their arms, legs, chest and abdomen are all nailed to the cross at the top of the pillar by special nails.

Although it has been exposed to the sun for several days, the wounds made by these nails are still lying with blackened blood.

The nails were already rusted, and the wound was rotted, which looked extremely shocking.

And these bound people are none other than Sun Yong and other followers Mo Xian who captured Shuanglong City.

At a glance, almost all the strong men who followed Mo Xian were crucified, but there was no figure of Helena among them.

The continuous devastation has made their faces ashen, but the rekindled flames in their eyes have never been extinguished.

However, those old and weak warriors have already stopped moving, and their lives and deaths are unknown.

A gust of wind blew by, the crosses shook violently, and the flesh and blood of the people on them rubbed against the nails, the pain was self-evident.

All of a sudden, there were low-pitched groans, and those who had passed out trembled violently, setting off the originally magnificent city gate square like a purgatory on earth.

Originally, there were many pillars, and there were many people hanging on them, but most of them couldn't bear the pain and gave up, voluntarily surrendering to Elder Xiong.

This is normal. There is a limit to the ability of human beings to endure pain. If there is no strong will, they will naturally compromise.

(End of this chapter)