Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

The thunder was deafening. Countless golden arcs shot out from his hands.

These golden arcs are extremely strong, far exceeding the previous evil-warming divine thunders.

This was one of the unexpected benefits of his swordsmanship.

The newly refined flying sword not only absorbed the spiritual energy of the Golden Thunder Bamboo, but also absorbed all the evil-fighting divine thunder in it.

In this way, in addition to refining the properties of the flying sword to the extreme, the number and power of the evil-fighting divine thunder contained in it have reached a higher level.

Now being driven out by Lin Mo, he is naturally unstoppable.

Amidst bursts of explosions, and under the shining of large golden thunders, the bloody phantoms rushing towards him were repelled one after another.

However, there were too many blood shadows, seemingly endless, rushing towards Lin Mo desperately.

Some of the condensed ones even directly broke through the power grid formed by the evil-warming divine thunder and approached Lin Mo.

However, with a flick of Lin Mo's finger, the virtual sword light suddenly emitted blocked them.

The green light was bright and dark, and the blood threads were broken and turned into powder.

At the same time, the roar from the black hole became louder and louder, and the spatial fluctuations became more intense.

Lin Mo glanced around and immediately understood the unknown danger he was facing.

His expression changed drastically, and he flapped his wings on his back, trying to fly out of the black hole. There was a loud "boom".

Lin Mo's body shook for a while, as if he had hit an invisible wall and was bounced back by a layer of transparent restrictions.

After he managed to stabilize his body, he was filled with anger and fear.

He was about to break free from the restriction again, but suddenly he felt a strong suction coming from the depths of the black hole.

This force was almost irresistible to Lin Mo, pulling him back to where he was in an instant and continuing to shrink inwards.

Lin Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and one can imagine the panic in his heart.

The bloody light array was trembling more and more violently. The surface of the light array was blurred and became gradually transparent, as if it might disappear at any time.

While this is all a long story, it’s really just a matter of a few breaths.

Lin Mo, who was trapped by the suction of the black hole, released all his magical powers without hesitation in desperation, hoping to get out of the predicament temporarily.

In an instant, golden halo, gray mist, five-color flames, golden thunder arcs and cyan sword light erupted at the same time around Lin Mo.

With so many magical powers being used together, one can imagine their power.

Flames of various colors rose and fell one after another, completely engulfing Lin Mo's figure.

No matter how strong the suction force was, it was still loose at that moment.

Lin Mo was overjoyed. Just when he was about to fly out of the black hole, the blood shadows around him whined, followed by a continuous muffled sound of "puff", and unexpectedly exploded and collapsed at the same time under a strange force, turning into a bloody mist and disappearing. Without a trace.

Lin Mo immediately felt that the surrounding scenery became blurry, and an unusually familiar feeling came to his heart. This was the sign of an impending teleportation that he had experienced many times.

"not good."

Although Lin Mo didn't know where he would be transported, he knew that it was definitely an extremely dangerous place.

So, without hesitation, he released the black light that destroyed the Dharma Eyes and sprayed out a black beam of light.

The beam of light flashed and disappeared in all directions. Then, the blurry scene condensed for a moment, and then returned to its original state.

Lin Mo's face was livid, and the black light in his eyes was dazzling. Black light shot out wildly. At the same time, the three-headed and six-armed Dharma above his head also waved its six arms, and the golden light flashed, trying to interrupt the transmission.

However, there was a loud buzzing sound in the black hole, and all the attacks disappeared in an instant, without seeming to have any obvious effect.

Obviously, this teleportation was different from the previous ones, and it was completely unaffected by the attack.

Lin Mo's heart sank, and for the first time he felt a sense of powerlessness. At the same time, he secretly felt a little strange.

Based on past experience, when the scene becomes blurry, it should be teleported out the next moment. But why is the process taking so long?
Just when Lin Mo was panicking and thinking, he suddenly felt a sting in the palm of his hand holding the Xuantian Fruit, as if he had been pricked by something sharp.

He was startled and quickly looked down.

His shining golden palm was pierced by a sharp wooden thorn at some point, and blood poured out from the wound.

A sharp and abnormal wooden thorn protruded from the Xuantian Fruit that he was holding, and it was covered in blood. It was obviously the culprit.

Lin Mo watched the changes in the Xuantian Fruit in surprise. Before he could stop the bleeding, the fruit suddenly glowed white and all the blood essence was sucked into it.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound came from the fruit and shot straight into the sky.

The next moment, Lin Mo's expression suddenly changed, as if he had been bitten by a snake. He flicked his wrist and wanted to throw the Xuantian Fruit away.

However, this thing seemed to be firmly stuck in his palm, not moving at all.

Lin Mo's face instantly became extremely pale.

He felt the essence and blood in his body pouring into the Xuantian Fruit along the small hole in the palm of his hand. Although he tried his best to activate the magic formula, he still couldn't stop it.

In the blink of an eye, he lost more than two-thirds of his blood essence and blood before reluctantly stopping.

With such a large amount of essence and blood lost, even Lin Mo's tyranny has reached its limit. If it were an ordinary monk, he would probably collapse immediately.

But having said that, if the essence and blood of other monks were replaced, the Xuantian Fruit would probably suck them all away and not be able to meet their needs.

At this time, the originally light yellow skin of Xuantian Fruit has turned into bright red. Then, the emerald green patterns on the surface squirmed and turned into some mysterious runes, densely spread all over it.

At the same time, countless five-color light spots appeared around Lin Mo, flying towards the Xuantian Fruit like moths to the flame.

With a "Puff" sound, the Xuantian Fruit flashed and suddenly shot out a lightsaber about a foot long.

This lightsaber is exceptionally green and bright, its surface is as smooth as a mirror, but in the center, there is a row of strange green runes engraved on it, five in total, arranged in a straight line.

The original Xuantian Fruit turned into the hilt of the sword, and Lin Mo just held it.

All this left Lin Mo stunned.

However, just as the sword appeared, the blood-light array outside seemed to be stimulated. After a loud noise, the entire array and the black hole in the middle suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the scene around Lin Mo suddenly became blurry, and his eyes were filled with blood-red color, followed by a sudden spin.

Lin Mo was so shocked that he almost subconsciously shook the hilt of the sword in his hand and slashed towards an unknown distance.

On a huge altar shrouded in blood-red mist, more than a dozen figures were looming. Under their feet, there was a giant magic circle, shining with a faint blood.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that the shape of this array is exactly the same as the blood-colored light array that appeared above Lin Mo's head before. Under the altar is a huge lake filled with blood-red liquid. Seen from a distance, the lake is vast and boundless.

There are white skeletons floating in the lake, densely packed and of various sizes, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Impossible, I have sensed the existence of the Xuantian Treasure and clearly summoned it back." Someone on the altar made a frightened and angry voice with an expression of disbelief.

“Perhaps Fellow Daoist Jian’s judgment is wrong, the newly-appeared Xuantian Treasure does not seem to be on the territory of our Feiling Clan.

Therefore, it makes sense that it was not summoned by the Blood Sacrifice Technique. "A gentle woman's voice came from the altar.

The person who spoke was a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a white cloak, with a pair of five-color flickering wings spread out from her back.

There seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude in what she just said.

"When Madam Bu summoned the magic circle just now, Brother Jian and I presided over it together. Through the power of the blood sacrifice, we did sense the existence of the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword.

But something seemed to go wrong during the transmission, and the sword disappeared along the way.

Perhaps this sword has awakened and can travel through the void on its own without leaving a trace. "Another young man suddenly spoke.

This young man had a shining white horn on his head. He was the young man from the Jiaochi tribe whom Lin Mo met on the giant island half a year ago.

The one who spoke just now was naturally the fish-eyed man from the Sea Royal Clan.

But at this time, there was a trace of anger and anxiety on the fish-eyed man's face.

"Only the two Taoist friends who preside over the magic circle know whether the Xuantian Treasure really exists. We are just ordered to assist them."

An old man wearing a black robe with two pairs of gray wings on his back said calmly.

He was holding a dragon-head crutch with one hand, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words.

As for the other Feiling tribe members, although they did not speak, they all looked at the Jiaochi tribe youth and the fish-eyed man with some hostility.

However, the young man from the Jiaochi Tribe did not answer. Instead, he looked at each other and the fish-eye man looked at each other. Their lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, as if they were communicating secretly.

Seeing these two people being so presumptuous, the faces of the Feiling clan members present became even more ugly.

"Since the first attempt failed, we will immediately conduct another blood sacrifice. Now that the blood energy has not completely dissipated, it should still be possible."

The two foreigners seemed to have finished their discussion, when the young man from the Jiaochi tribe suddenly said with a gloomy expression.

"A blood sacrifice again? Our mana is not easily cultivated. The blood sacrifice just now has consumed most of our spiritual energy, and doing it again will consume our true energy."

The old man in black robe suddenly hit the cane in his hand, making a muffled sound, causing the entire altar to shake slightly, and said solemnly.

“Min naturally understood that this move was somewhat difficult.

But this kind of difficulty goes beyond wiping out two ethnic groups and defeating thousands of wild beasts in half a year?

If you miss the opportunity to obtain the Xuantian Treasure because of this, it will be a loss outweighing the gain. "The young man from the Jiao Chi tribe narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, the old man in black robe showed anger and took a few steps forward, as if he was going to have an attack.

But at this moment, a slight cough sounded, and a hunchbacked figure walked out of the crowd, shrouded in a faint white mist, and his appearance was unrecognizable.

"Brother Xiong is right. Brother Yao Xian, please be patient. Fellow Daoist Min is here on behalf of the Jiao Chi clan, and we should not offend him."

The speaker was a hunchbacked figure, shrouded in a faint white mist, and his appearance was unrecognizable.

"Brother Xiong is right. Yao is indeed a little impatient." After hearing this, the old man in black robe changed his face, immediately took a few steps back, and replied respectfully.

"Fellow Taoist Hun, do you have anything to say?" The one-horned young man looked slightly solemn as soon as he saw the speaker clearly, but immediately asked with a forced smile.

"I do have something to say. Fellow Taoist, let us use our true energy to help you perform another blood sacrifice. What if it is not successful this time?" The hunchbacked figure sneered, with a hint of chill in his voice.

“If it fails both times, it means the item is indeed no longer in our area.

We left immediately and would not go back on our previous promise. "The one-horned young man replied without hesitation.

While the foreign race was speaking, the fish-eyed man remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to these words.

"Okay, the promise of fellow Taoist is enough. We will help you again, but you guys don't be impulsive. You must try again."

The hunched figure spoke to the others in a half-command tone.

The strange thing is that after hearing this, the other high-level beings of the Feiling Tribe did not feel any dissatisfaction, but silently nodded in agreement.

After a while, the blood lake began to fluctuate, and black air condensed on the lake surface. At the same time, the bloody sea of ​​mist began to roll violently.

The altar in the center of the blood lake was shrouded in a bloody light, and waves of obscure spells were heard.

The severe pain suddenly struck, and Lin Mo finally woke up slowly.

He felt that everything was dark in front of him, and he struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as iron and he could not open them at all.

This surprised him, and at the same time he realized that he seemed to be lying on the ground, so he tried to struggle to sit up, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Lin Mo's heart sank. He endured the severe pain and tried to use his consciousness to check the condition of his body.

The result made him smile bitterly.

Now he has not only lost most of his essence and blood, but also all the mana in his body. To make matters worse, his spiritual consciousness was also severely weakened, leaving only a small part.

The cause of all this was just the sword he wielded not long ago.

He recalled the astonishing scene when he wielded the sword transformed from the Xuantian Fruit, and his heart was churning, and he felt lucky at the same time.

That sword almost shook the world, not only interrupting the transmission, but also leaving traces in the void.

But the price of this sword was very high. Not only did it exhaust his mana, but he also deprived most of his spiritual consciousness. This caused him to fall into a coma while being sucked into the void.

But looking back now, the sword he swung seemed to have only exerted a weak power.

The power of this sword is obviously related to the consumed mana and spiritual thoughts, and may even be related to the previous blood loss.

Lin Mo speculated secretly.

But after understanding his physical condition, the panic in his heart eased a lot. Neither blood essence nor mana and divine thoughts are fatal injuries.

As long as you take some pills and rest for a few years, you can recover as before.

The key is the current situation, and the surrounding seems to be quiet. He can stay here safely, at least he is out of danger. (End of chapter)