Legendary Pharmacist

Mo Junrong was nervous, but then the state of darkening his vision was fleeting, and there must have been a very strange halo on the man in front of him.

The halo is faint yellow-white, hazy as if it will dissipate at any time, very much like the vigorous light emitted by the early stage practitioners of the Qi Condensation Realm.

Mo Junrong knew that there must be something wrong with this hazy halo, and the man is definitely not in such a low level of Qi Condensation.

But at this moment, he had no way out, the dragon kowtow sword move was about to touch the opponent, and he had to defeat the enemy with one move.

Three feet, two feet, one foot, just when the tip of the sword was about to touch the man's hair, the man had already slightly deflected the fishing rod in his hand and hit the side of the long sword.

"Certainly!"

The middle-aged man uttered another word, and at the same time, Mo Junrong felt a very strange force coming from the intersection of the fishing rod and the long sword, and quickly spreading upwards.

The scenery in his vision quickly blurred and disappeared, and he saw a dark night sky in a trance.

Countless stars twinkle in the night sky, slowly illuminating the waterfall-like starlight, coating the darkness with a layer of cool color.

Suddenly, these starlights turned into indestructible iron chains, binding Mo Junrong so firmly that he couldn't even move a single finger.

The phantom in the field of vision quickly faded, and the normal scene reappeared.

What, I was actually locked in mid-air.

The long sword in his hand was still pointed at the top of the middle-aged man's head, but it remained in place, unable to continue downward.

Mo Junrong found that his body seemed to be fixed by this strange spell, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

No, the dragon kowtow of mine should be the fog dragon formed by gathering the power of heaven and earth. Why did the fog dragon not hit him when he was pinned down.

Mo Junrong immediately felt it carefully, and found that there was still a large amount of flame and metal power of heaven and earth behind him, which proved that the fog dragon still existed.

It's just that the mist dragon condensed from this dragon kowtow and sword move was fixed in mid-air just like Mo Junrong himself.

What kind of spell is this, is it some kind of immobilization technique?

But this body-holding technique is too strong, it can actually hold a False God Realm 2 turn firmly in place, and it can also hold the power of heaven and earth in a sword move.

Wait, there is something wrong with this immobilization technique, it is definitely not a simple immobilization spell.

Mo Junrong found that the movement of qi in his body was not affected, his muscles could twitch freely, and there were no abnormalities in the meridians and acupoints.

There is indeed a freeze spell on Yunxiu Continent, but that spell is very rare, and its working principle is different.

Mo Junrong had read from Wen Jianzong's classics that the principle of the body-holding technique was to disrupt the movement of energy and muscle control through spells.

Make the person who has been hit by the hold spell stop moving because he cannot control his body.

But now the immobilization effect is different. What restricts oneself is an indescribable force.

This force is constantly suppressing himself, as if he has built a cage and locked himself in it.

And the firmness of this cage is unimaginable. Mo Junrong tried to break the cage several times by releasing his energy, but after the energy hit the surface of the skin, he couldn't go out any further.

What kind of power is it?

There is such an effect unexpectedly, and the sense of magnificence faintly revealed in it even surpasses mountains and rivers.

That majestic and magnificent power is definitely not something that heaven and earth can possess.

How powerful is a person with such power, perhaps a hundred times stronger than Ren Hua, the lord of Wenjian Sect.

It is enough to die at the hands of such an expert.

Mo Junrong waited for the middle-aged man to make a move to kill him, but after a while, the other party did not make a move.

He wondered what this incomparably powerful cultivator wanted to do, so he fixed himself in the air like this, could it be purely for fun.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the man pushed down the old fishing rod. With a bang, the sword move Wulong fixed in mid-air was directly crushed by a hazy yellow-white halo.

The power of heaven and earth contained in the fog dragon crazily manifested into raging flames and galloping molten iron, but none of them could break out of the shrouded range of the hazy halo.

In the end, just like extinguishing burning charcoal, the flame and molten iron were directly squeezed into irregular iron lumps, which fell to the ground in a semi-molten state.

The grass on the ground was quickly scorched and ignited by the heat, creating a circle of mud half a foot in diameter.

And Mo Junrong was thrown heavily on the ground, falling out of a pit, but the restraints on his body were released accordingly.

Mo Junrong rubbed his back and sat up from the pit, raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, while moving his limbs and putting away his strength to stop exercising.

After such a fall just now, he already understood that the middle-aged man in front of him didn't want to take his life.

Since he didn't want to kill himself, he took the initiative to provoke him to attack.

The only explanation is that this man wants to see his own strength and try to intimidate him.

After thinking about this, Mo Junrong became more courageous, and put the long sword back into the grid buckle on the back, stood up and bowed to the opponent.

"I don't know how to call the senior, what is the purpose of finding the next?"

The middle-aged man put away his previous flat and indifferent look, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

He picked up the bamboo hat on the ground, slowly reeled the fishing line on the fishing rod, and asked, "How do you know that I have business with you?"

"Senior's cultivation is far higher than mine, even beyond what I can imagine.

I was fixed in midair just now, if senior wanted to take my life, I would have died a hundred times already.

What's more, when the seniors threw me to the ground, they didn't use heavy hands to ensure that I would not be injured.

Such an obvious expression, how can I not understand it, presumably I still have value in the eyes of the seniors. "

After listening to Mo Junrong's answer, the middle-aged man clapped his hands while holding the fishing rod, with a smile on his face.

"Not bad, indeed not bad, Mo Junrong, you are indeed a talent."

The smile on the man's face disappeared immediately, and turned into a serious expression: "Let me introduce myself, I am the star official left in charge of the Palace of Destiny, and I am here to invite you to join the Palace of Destiny and become a disciple of the Palace of Destiny."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Junrong was stunned, and even forgot to be happy.

He didn't understand that the Destiny Palace was the head of the top ten sects, and it was also the most powerful sect on the Yunxiu Continent.

A cultivator with such a bad reputation, a cultivator who was known by many people to have colluded with evil cultivators and murdered disciples of various sects and sects, unexpectedly received an invitation from the Palace of Destiny today.

It's not a dream, but it's definitely not normal either.

This man claimed to be the left palm star officer of the Destiny Palace, which sounds like a big position, at least similar to that of a sect elder.

There must be a reason for such a person to invite him personally, and it is definitely not some nonsense about his cultivation talent.

Mo Junrong stood there for a long time, making sure that the man in front of him was not out of his mind.

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