Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 59 Leaving the forbidden area
Both parties have been in the process of perfecting Qi for many years, and each has its own advantages.

But because they were fighting in a cave, the middle-aged Taoist priest's footwork was somewhat restricted, and he was faintly inferior to the square-faced man from the Jujian Sect.

Seeing this, Mo Fan was also very satisfied.

It would be best if this square-faced man could kill the middle-aged Taoist priest, so that he would not have to do it himself.

In this way, the probability can be increased.

A few breaths later, the middle-aged Taoist priest also discovered this problem.

His proud physical skills were mostly restricted by the small cave.

In addition, the giant sword of the square-faced man was so big that he could not avoid it with his footwork and could only resist the square-faced man's attack.

Using his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength, the middle-aged Taoist priest suffered more and more losses.

The man with the square face showed no mercy when he gained the upper hand. He kept talking about sparring, but in the end, his swords all went towards the vital points.

After finally trapping the middle-aged Taoist priest in a cave where he couldn't use his footwork, how could he miss such an excellent opportunity.

What's more, he also saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest cared about the little Taoist priest behind him.

It's not difficult to defeat opponents at their level, but killing them is difficult.

It is especially difficult to kill a middle-aged Taoist priest who has superior footwork.

Now there is a young Taoist holding him back, and the middle-aged Taoist dare not run away. This is the best time to kill him.

Despite the square-faced man's stout appearance, if someone really thought of him as a simple and honest man, he would probably die without knowing how.

As time passed, the fight between the two became more intense.

"Brother Taoist, are you determined to fight to the death with Pindao? What good will it do Brother Taoist to fight to the death?"

Seeing that he was trapped in the cave and couldn't get out, the middle-aged Taoist priest secretly resented it.

If he wasn't trapped in a cave, why would he be afraid of this square-faced man.

"The Taoist Master overestimates himself. The fish will die, but the net may not be broken." The square-faced man chuckled and continued to control the silver giant sword to attack.

"Third Uncle!~" The little Taoist priest behind also saw that the situation was getting worse, but he was determined to help, but he was afraid of not helping, so he could only worry in the back.

"Ling'er, I'll hold him back while you find a way to break through the cave. Only if you leave first can I give it a try."

The middle-aged Taoist priest struggled to resist the attack of the square-faced man, while secretly transmitting messages to the young Taoist priest.

"Third uncle, take care!" The little Taoist priest also knew that this was the only way, so he no longer hesitated, took out his weapon and started digging holes.

Seeing this, the square-faced man was not in a hurry.

The cave only expanded a few feet under the attack of the two of them. With the strength of the little Taoist priest, it would take at least a cup of tea to break through a hole leading to the outside.

Can this Taoist priest last that long?The square-faced man smiled disdainfully.

His target was the middle-aged Taoist priest, so the young Taoist priest ran away.

What's more, if a middle-aged Taoist priest dies, where can he go?
After half a cup of tea time.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's aura has weakened a lot, and most of his magic power has been consumed.

The man with the square face was much better. At this time, he no longer remotely controlled the silver giant sword, but instead used the giant sword to attack the middle-aged Taoist priest wildly.

He didn't want to give the middle-aged Taoist priest a chance to breathe.

For long-range attacks, the middle-aged Taoist priest can hold the spiritual stone to restore his mana.

But for a strong attack at close range, the middle-aged Taoist priest must resist with all his strength.

Two people, one is dragging, the other is consuming.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was stalling for time, waiting for the young Taoist priest to dig out the hole.

The square-faced man is consuming the Taoist priest's mana. Only by consuming all his mana can he completely establish victory.

Time flies, and another half cup of tea passes.

The little Taoist priest finally opened a hole leading to the outside.

When he got out and looked back, the middle-aged Taoist priest was already covered in scars, and blood stained his clothes red, dripping down the hem and falling to the ground.

The square-faced man didn't feel much better either, and he still had a lot of wounds on his body.

This is because the middle-aged Taoist priest later changed his style of play. He did not defend if he could, and directly traded his life for his life.

It was precisely this way of fighting that he successfully dragged the little Taoist priest out.

"Let's go! Leave me alone, go quickly!~" Seeing the little Taoist standing at the entrance of the cave and not running away, the endangered middle-aged Taoist shouted.

"Uncle San~" the little Taoist priest shouted with tears streaming down his face, and then ran away in the distance.

Seeing the young Taoist priest leaving, the middle-aged Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.

As this breath dissipated, the firm belief in the middle-aged Taoist priest's heart also dropped. "Break!~" When the middle-aged Taoist priest was distracted, the square-faced man seized the opportunity, roared and clenched the silver giant sword with both hands, and struck the middle-aged Taoist priest's long sword with a fierce blow.

There was a flash of silver light, and the huge sword instantly broke the long sword, and struck the middle-aged Taoist priest's defensive shield with unabated force.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who is about to run out of mana has no extra mana to maintain the defensive shield.

"Crack!" With a sound, he was completely cut through by the giant sword.

The square-faced man slashed out with his sword again.

"Pfft!~"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's head fell down.

After killing the middle-aged Taoist priest, the square-faced man looked happy.

Without stopping, he grabbed the storage bag on the Taoist priest's waist and chased in the direction where the little Taoist priest fled.

As soon as he left, Mo Fan jumped down from the tree nearby, put the body of the middle-aged Taoist priest into a storage bag, and chased after him.

After another cup of tea, the square-faced man finally caught up with the little Taoist priest.

Without saying anything, he picked up his sword and struck.

After a few breaths, the little Taoist priest drank in hatred.

Before the square-faced man could breathe a sigh of relief.

With a "swish" sound, a flying sword flew out from behind through his heart at lightning speed.

"Oh~~" The square-faced man turned his head and looked behind him with a horrified expression, blood constantly spilling from his mouth.

"Yes...it's you!"

After seeing clearly that it was Mo Fan, he fell down unwillingly.

What a praying mantis catching cicadas, the oriole is behind!

After waving his hands to put away the two bodies and storage bags, Mo Fan disappeared in a flash.

From then on, Mo Fan's trip to the forbidden land could finally come to a successful conclusion.

……

Trip to the Forbidden Land, afternoon on the fifth day.

outside the forbidden area.

The Jindan leaders of the seven major sects looked at each other and took action one after another.

Channels that were previously closed are opened again.

A dark passage leads directly to the inside and outside of the forbidden area.

The passage here had just opened, and soon there was movement.

After a few breaths, under the gaze of everyone, a disciple wearing Yellow Maple Valley robes walked out.

This man was dignified and personable, and it was Mo Fan who came to the exit immediately.

He temporarily changed his mind and no longer waited for the exit to ambush.

It's not because of conscience, but because I don't dare to kill anymore.

During this trip, five monks who had perfected their Qi refining skills died.

Five of the seven died, and the mortality rate was higher than that of disciples with lower cultivation levels.

This has never happened in any blood ban trial.

He was afraid that if he continued to kill, he would not be able to explain, and he could not go in with so many refined qi, so he could come out alone.

Li Huayuan was also a little surprised when he saw that the first one to come out was his own disciple.

However, before he could speak, a beautiful woman next to him took the lead and stepped forward, pressing towards Mo Fan with the aura of the late stage of foundation building and asking:
"Where is my son Wang Xu? Have you seen him?"

Facing the oncoming oppressive momentum, Mo Fan's face froze, and he did not speak in a hurry, but looked at Li Huayuan with difficulty.

"Junior Sister Song, calm down!" Li Huayuan frowned slightly and waved his sleeves to resolve the pressure exerted on Mo Fan by the beautiful woman.

"I'm asking you something!" The beautiful woman turned a deaf ear to Li Huayuan's words and continued to stare at Mo Fan.

"Oh~, tell your Uncle Song everything you know."

Seeing that the beautiful woman was unmoved, Li Huayuan sighed helplessly and had no choice but to signal Mo Fan to speak.

He was also afraid that this woman would continue to go crazy.

(End of this chapter)