King of the Fairy City

"Ice Condensation, this person has already mastered this defensive spell"

A knowledgeable foundation-building cultivator said this with difficulty.

The three magics are extremely difficult to practice. Even cultivators with three magic roots can rarely practice high-level three magics. Many three magic cultivators still rely on the mana runes obtained from monsters to cast three magics.

The cold-faced boy is only at the late stage of foundation building, slightly higher than Fu Ranxin, but he has already mastered the most difficult ice spell among high-level ice spells. This is something many people did not expect.

"It turns out that this person does not rely on the magic runes of monsters to cast ice spells, but is an ice cultivator himself. No wonder even the least powerful ice spear spell among high-level ice spells can exert such terrifying power."

The power of spells cast by relying on magic runes and spells obtained by self-cultivation is very different. Whether it is the control of spells, the speed of casting spells, or the power of spells, spells cultivated by oneself are far superior to spells cast by relying on magic runes.

"He...he is not dead? He was hit by such a terrifying blow, but he didn't die?"

A guard asked in disbelief.

"Yes, he is definitely not dead. This is good. Leave the rest to us."

Another guard has gone completely crazy because of the previous battle.

"Brothers, avenge the captain, avenge Commander Wang, kill!" A silver-armored guard with bloodshot eyes, holding a large axe with a cold light in his hand, flew and chopped at the human-shaped ice block standing in the air.

"Protect the young master"

Fu Ranxin shouted loudly, and more than a dozen evil cultivators who rushed over in a hurry laughed shrilly and rushed over with all kinds of strange magic weapons in their hands.

The war finally broke out.

Dozens of light balls burst out in the air. The foundation-building guards of the passenger ship and the foundation-building passengers who were unwilling to be slaughtered joined together to launch a general attack on more than a dozen evil cultivators.

Fireballs, flying swords, stone cones, and water bombs flew everywhere, and spiritual magic weapons collided with each other, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

A large number of guards rushed madly to the location of the human-shaped ice block. More than a dozen evil cultivators separated six people to protect them. Although the cultivation of the evil cultivators was not much different from these guards, they were ruthless and experienced, and the high-level magic weapons in their hands were endless. They actually relied on the number of six people to steadily suppress the crazy attack of more than a dozen guards.

From time to time, someone screamed and fell from a high altitude, falling into the sea with blood all over his body. A wave hit him and he was directly swallowed by the ruthless sea water.

The gloomy sea surface was slowly stained with a layer of blood red, and the strong smell of blood gradually attracted several monsters cruising nearby.

The Qi-refining monks on the deck, although unable to directly participate in the battle, knew at this moment that if they did not make any efforts, they would be slaughtered by the foundation-building monks in the air when they were completely wiped out.

Many Qi-refining monks had already condensed the magic runes of monsters in the Niwan Palace, so they could barely cast some first-level spells to harass the evil cultivators in the air from the side.

Ye Mo stared at the human-shaped ice block in the air with burning eyes, and the magic power in the meridians was running faster and faster, penetrating the body, stirring into a powerful magic power fluctuation, bursting out with amazing momentum, frightening the surrounding Qi-refining monks and making them retreat again and again.

He originally did not want to get involved in this battle, and was ready to find an opportunity to take the two siblings in the cabin and escape from the bottom of the sea when the two sides were fighting hard.

It's not that Ye Mo is ruthless and ungrateful. In the entire blood sea war zone, and even in the entire Jiuzhou, there are too many such battles and killings.

For him, this is a meaningless battle.

If he were a casual cultivator, with no worries and only seeking a moment of pleasure, I'm afraid he would have already flown up and assisted the captain.

But he is not alone, he is the lord of the fairy city, with a heavy responsibility, and he can't easily take risks to participate in such a battle.

Until the loyal and brave guard leader fought desperately, Ye Mo seemed to be touched by something, and he made up his mind and had no scruples.

"People live in the world, can't follow their hearts happily, can't fight whenever they want, and are timid, how can they achieve the great way? I am the city lord, but I am also a cultivator who practices against the sky."

Ye Mo's figure rose from the ground and rushed into the fighting crowd like a cannonball.

The knot in his heart was suddenly untied. Ye Mo felt that the energy in his meridians, which had seemed a little stagnant, suddenly became much smoother. Even the soul in the Niwan Palace became more agile, and his consciousness was as easy as using his arms and fingers. The energy could be easily transformed into magic power and used.

At the moment when Ye Mo soared into the air, the cold-faced boy in the human-shaped ice suddenly blinked his eyes, and the ice condensed on his body made a crisp "bang bang" sound, and finally exploded.

The cold-faced boy who exploded the ice looked around with a frown, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His white and slender fingers pinched the air, and silver-white magic power shot out from his fingertips and hit the exploded ice fragments.

The ice around was rolled up by the cold-faced boy's magic power, and it trembled and stabilized in the air.

As the cold-faced boy continued to use magic, these irregularly shaped ice cubes slowly condensed into ice cones, shining with cold light.

Many monks on the passenger ship noticed the cold-faced boy's actions, and were even more afraid of the ice cones in the sky. They wanted to withdraw, but the evil cultivator in the foundation-building stage in front of them seemed to have noticed the ice cones around them and launched a desperate attack, clinging to the monks on the passenger ship who were trying to escape.

"Everyone, go to hell"

The cold-faced boy snorted coldly, spread his hands, and dozens of ice picks floating around him buzzed into a silver light and shot towards the monks on the passenger ship around him.

"My life is at an end"

Many monks on the passenger ship were horrified. Faced with the powerful spell of the cold-faced boy, they were completely in disarray.

"Thunder Net Technique"

At this critical moment, a purple figure shot out and blocked the sky in front of the icicles.

With a pinch of his hands, purple electric wires burst out, instantly opening up in the air into a grid of tens of feet in size, and swung out to wrap around the incoming ice cones.

Most of the ice picks driven by the cold-faced boy were only the size of a fist. When they rushed into the thunder net, they were hit by fine lightning. The ice cone itself was quite brittle, and it immediately burst into pieces during the lightning strike, turning into ice fragments all over the sky.

The cold-faced young man's eyes turned cold, he looked at the figure surrounded by purple electric light, gritted his teeth and said: "Thunder Cultivator"

When all the ice picks were exploded by the thunder net, the purple electric light on the stranger's body was withdrawn, revealing a slightly delicate face of a young man.

This person is none other than Ye Mo.

The mana runes from the monsters in Niwan Palace have been completely refined by Ye Mo, because he has eight spiritual roots. Although each spiritual root is not strong, he practices the mysterious skills of the Purple Sword Immortal Palace - — "Five Elements and Three Wonderful Sword Techniques"

Although his cultivation is only at the fifth level of foundation building, he can cast five elements, three magic and eight series of spells, especially the thunder net technique of the thunder system. Because of the blessing of mana runes, it is already comparable to the thunder net technique that can be cast by monks who specialize in the thunder system. The power of the technique is almost the same.

"Who are you?"

After the cold-faced boy's previous continuous spell casting, coupled with the ice condensation technique he had just cast, he had consumed a lot of mana in his body. Facing a mid-level foundation-building monk who also practiced the three magical skills, he felt a little lacking in confidence.

"Ye Mo, I used this ship to go to other areas in the Blood Sea War Zone. Unfortunately, I was unlucky. The ship I was traveling on was besieged by my brother. Since I am in the same boat as these people, how can I do my part?"

Ye Mo responded calmly.

"Since Brother Ye is a thunder cultivator, how can he be compared with that group of trash? This passenger ship has nothing to do. I advise Brother Ye to leave it alone and go."

The cold-faced boy said coldly.

Ye Mo was startled when he heard this. He never thought that the leader of the evil cultivator in front of him would actually say these words.

It seems that this group of evil cultivators are also people who expect the strong and fear the weak.

The voice of the cold-faced boy was neither loud nor quiet. Although the monk on the passenger ship was desperately dealing with the offensive of other evil cultivators, he clearly heard these words in his ears.

They never expected that the evil cultivators, who were so brutal and ruthless in their attacks, would actually agree to let go of a foundation-building cultivator.

The evil cultivators under the young man were also stunned for a while, and they all focused their attention on Ye Mo, trying to see who could make the ruthless leader say such words of weakness.

"If I leave, brother, you can take advantage of me to deal with these people, and then turn around and hunt me down."

Ye Mo pondered for a moment. If it had been before, he would have accepted the other party's kindness, but looking at the eager eyes of the injured passenger ship monks and the passenger ship guards who suffered heavy casualties, he finally shook his head.

The young leader's face darkened, his pupils shrank, and he said word by word: "With my character, Shirakawa Jun, I always speak my words, brother Ye, don't worry too much."

Ye Mo chuckled and said with a sarcastic tone: "Really? I didn't know that the person who attacked Captain Lin just now was you, Bai Chuanjun, but your character is nothing more than this."

"Ye Mo"

Bai Chuanjun shouted coldly, his anger boiling over and his teeth chattering, "Are you going to retreat or not?"

"What's so wordy? Are you scared?"

Ye Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer.

"I'm scared...I'm scared? Hahaha, interesting, interesting. If I hadn't spent a lot of mana just now, I would have let you go?"

Bai Chuanjun laughed angrily, and all his magic power suddenly shook, and the terrifying cultivation level of the seventh level of Foundation Establishment came in, putting great pressure on Ye Mo, who was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

"A small fifth-level foundation-building monk is ridiculous, extremely ridiculous."

After a while, Bai Chuanjun stopped laughing suddenly, glanced at the evil cultivators around him with a stern look, and said sternly: "Whoever told you to stop, kill them all. Kill them all without leaving a trace."

As soon as these words came out, the evil cultivators around him couldn't help but shudder. They nodded hurriedly in response, and with a pinch of the magic formula in their hands, they once again fought with the passenger ship cultivators.

"Let me see what you are capable of Xuan Bingzhu"

Bai Chuanjun clapped his hands together, and when he opened them again, a silvery brilliance and cold ice magic bead was suspended between his hands.

The mana fluctuations on the silver ice bead were extremely strong, and layers of frost mist condensed in the air around the ice bead. Ye Mo knew just by looking at it that this ice bead was no ordinary magic weapon. A high-level magic weapon of similar level.