Divine Spirit Martial Art

It was an aura that accommodated all things, and terrifying thunder was released from the folding fan.

Under the two extremely powerful bombardments, the space was shattered into dregs. The powerful suction force directly caused a tornado, which rolled up the soldiers on the battlefield below the two men.

Compared to Mo Bai's nervousness and heartache, the woman seemed much more calm.

It's like he doesn't care at all.

"Does a group of mortals need to be so exaggerated?"

The woman smiled delicately.

Mo Bai looked at the woman with cold eyes and shouted angrily:

"Are mortals just cannon fodder in your eyes?"

"Aren't they just cannon fodder? They should feel honored to be able to help me."

The woman smiled nonchalantly.

"I want to see if you will die after a while, just like a mortal!"

Mo Bai laughed coldly, and then the four haloes of the great avenue on his body suddenly disappeared.

To be precise, it didn't disappear, but the four avenue haloes slowly flowed into the folding fan in Mo Bai's hand like running water.

The soft sword in the woman's blinking eyes had already stabbed Mo Bai fiercely.

Mo Bai calmly pushed the folding fan forward, causing invisible waves to ripple in the space.

The sword in the woman's hand was originally as fast as thunder, but now it seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, moving slowly.

The woman's face suddenly lost its previous confidence, her eyes were full of panic, and a trace of despair gradually climbed onto her beautiful face.

"No, you can't kill me. If you kill me, your entire demon clan will be buried with me."

The woman found that he could not get out of the quagmire no matter how hard she tried, she panicked completely and shouted in panic.

Mo Bai ignored her begging for mercy, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the woman with disdain and smiled softly:

"Perhaps your cultivation path is indeed easy, but you will never go far. Don't think of yourself as a god and still work for others after being destroyed."

After Mo Bai finished speaking, he didn't care about the woman's wailing. The paper fan in his hand slowly moved forward and gently pressed against the woman's eyebrows.

Just like that, the woman who was still arrogant just now suddenly turned into a pool of blood mist, slowly drifting away towards the battlefield below.

Mo Bai freed up his hands. It turned into a stream of light and got behind the demon army.

He had just felt that the demon clan was unusual, lifeless, and fearless of death.

In his impression, the demon clan would never be so brave. If they were really so brave, they would not be forced to huddle in the jungle of nothingness and dominate the mountain as king.

Even if it was to make a good impression on his new master, he would never do this. This was completely a self-destructive style of play. Even if the war was won, there would be countless casualties.

It won't take thousands or tens of thousands of years to recover.

When he saw the black and white robe the woman was wearing behind her, everything became clear.

He knew that the people from the other side of the Styx River were coming. It was not the Blood Ancestor who was behind the demon clan, but the entire demon clan.

As he advanced, he soon saw tens of thousands of strange figures wearing black and white robes on the mountains in the distance.

Countless filaments danced at their fingertips.

"It is indeed a puppet technique. It seems that the demon clan is dead."

Mo Bai murmured to himself, then without holding back, the folding fan in his hand emitted a burst of light, and then the aura of destruction rose.

From a distance, it looks like the sun, with terrifying and hot power filling the air, mixed with countless tiny thunders flashing in it.

However, after the light passed, even though the ground was covered with barren land, the mountains where tens of thousands of people were located remained unscathed.

Mo Bai looked carefully and discovered that there was an old man sitting on the high mountain.

A very strange power emanated from the old man's body. It looked light and soft, like a marshmallow, but it actually blocked the full force attack he had just made.

"It seems that Ling'er missed it."

The old man stood up slowly. There was not much expression on his face. He was neither disappointed nor sad. He just stared at Mu Bai very calmly.

Then, the old man's figure suddenly disappeared.

Mo Bai quickly distanced himself and dodged back quickly.

But it was too late, he only felt a terrifying force rushing towards him.

In the field of vision, the old man's face, which looked like dead tree bark, continued to enlarge, and at the same time, an extremely cold force filled the air.

Mo Bai didn't dare to push it up, so he quickly pushed the folding fan forward.

The originally invincible quagmire of space was suddenly shattered, and it was not blocked even for a moment.

Mo Bai looked at his defensive skill in disbelief, it was broken without even a second.

Then, the disappeared old man suddenly appeared behind him.

Mo Bai had no time to turn around and defend himself, so he could only let the slap fall.

Terrifying energy bloomed in his body, and the four avenues contained within the paper fan were instantly shattered.

Mo Bai urgently withdrew the four avenues he had just injected into the paper fan to protect himself.

If it weren't for this slap, it would be enough to turn him into a ball of blood mist.

"Oh? You despicable races are somewhat resistant to beatings. You can bring back many tools for training."

Mo Bai could no longer stand, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth as if it was free of charge.

He half-sat on the ground with a pale face, looking at the old man in front of him with cold eyes.

Facing this strange old man, he felt extremely desperate.

The killings on the battlefield are still going on. Facing the demon clan who are not afraid of death, the demon clan is simply the one being slaughtered.

"Bah, if you have the guts to kill me, then I'll be your tool. I'll kill you all when I get the chance!"

Mo Bai's eyes began to bleed, and his nose began to bleed as he spoke.

"Now I've changed my mind. I want to help you become a qualified slave."

The old man suddenly laughed sinisterly, his eyes becoming colder.

"Oh, by the way, you must be curious about how they did it. I'll teach you."

The old man suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and shouted happily to Mo Bai.

After saying that, a cold breath appeared in his palm, and Mo Bai felt his soul trembling.

Mo Bai was not afraid of death, but was afraid of being used by them like those monsters.

"Go to hell!"

Mo Bai spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the old man's clothes.

How could the old man expect that Mo Bai would be so crazy in this situation, and he was not on guard for a while, and he was actually spit on him.

Coincidentally, he spit on the white place, and a plum blossom bloomed on the white, which was extremely bright.

"You are looking for death!"

The old man was furious and slapped Mo Bai's crown with his palm.

"It's not too late, little Mo Bai."

Mu Shangxu's playful voice sounded behind Mo Bai.

At the same time, there was also a terrifying sword energy.

Facing the fierce sword energy, the old man had to counterattack and defend. He flew backwards, and at the same time, two air currents emanated from his back, rushing towards the sword energy that was extremely sharp.