Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Chapter 48 Master, let me help you!
  Mo Jiao's movements really startled Nangong Wan.

I saw that the Suzaku ring that enveloped and imprisoned the Mo Jiao was trembling continuously, as if it would slip off the Mo Jiao at any time.

"No, please be careful, I can't trap Mo Jiao!"

As Nangong Wan finished speaking, Yan Yun immediately pulled Zhao Mingyue and took a step back.

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Mingyue's eyes, looking at Yan Yun's young face.

But for some reason, it gave him an extremely strong sense of security.

The remaining Yanyue Sect disciples were slightly stunned, after all, in their opinion.

Along the way, no matter how powerful the monster is, it cannot escape the confinement of the Suzaku Ring.

Why did this monster escape so quickly this time?

"Roar!!!"

The ink dragon showed its sharp fangs and hissed continuously.

The entire underground world was shaken.

Everyone felt their souls shaking, and for a moment they seemed to have lost control of their bodies.

And when everyone regained their consciousness, they went to see it again.

I didn't know when, but the ink dragon had disappeared, leaving only the red bird ringing motionless in the air.

Only a piece of tattered black scale skin was left on it, dangling on the ring.

Molt escaped.

Nangong Wan was shocked, her face turned pale, and she quickly looked around.

"there!"

Yan Yun was always wary of Mo Jiao and immediately discovered Mo Jiao's figure.

At this time, the Mo Jiao was already completely snow-white and scale-free. His length had grown from three to four feet to five or six feet, and he was now more than a circle thicker. There were only faint scars left on the injured areas, which were so light that it was almost invisible. Not out.

The most surprising thing was that the snake's head actually grew an inch-long black sharp horn, which was faintly shiny, and there was also a pair of white claws on its abdomen, which were extremely sharp.

The ink dragon clung to the underground world, constantly swimming, waiting for opportunities to attack.

After seeing Mo Jiao's face clearly, Nangong Wan's face turned pale, and then he shouted:

"Everyone exit immediately. Mo Jiao has evolved to the second level, and its strength is comparable to that of a monk in the middle level of foundation building!"

"We are no match for him, leave here quickly!"

As he spoke, he pointed with one hand, and the Suzaku ring in front of him quickly burned with wisps of flame.

Obviously he wanted to protect the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect from leaving this place after breaking up.

But just this moment of hesitation.

Mo Jiao's body swayed and appeared above the crowd like lightning, his mouth slightly opened.

Dark purple venom spurted out.

Yan Yun, who was well prepared, had taken Zhao Mingyue and hid at the back of the team.

No matter how much venom the ink dragon has, it can't contaminate Yan Yun at all.

"Hide, don't pick up!"

Seeing that everyone was refusing to dodge, a trace of anxiety flashed across Nangong Wan's face, and the spiritual energy in her body continued to pour into the Suzaku Ring.

I saw that it was able to grow in the wind, growing rapidly, and directly blocked most of the purple venom.

But there are always those who are not afraid of death. There were only five or six Hidden Moon Sect disciples who did not dodge.

Instead, he sacrificed several defensive magic weapons and protected them above his head.

"idiot!"

Nangong Wan's face turned green and she yelled angrily. She could only watch the venom fall.

The venom missed by the Suzaku Ring instantly fell on the heads of the five or six people.

Those top-level defensive instruments only flashed a stream of light, then stung and turned into several streaks of green smoke.

It was completely dissolved directly.

Seeing this scene, the five people tried to escape, but they only had time to scream a few times before being eroded by the poison and turned into a pool of blood.

At this time, when the demonic beast Mo Jiao saw that he had eliminated those disciples, his tyranny subsided, and he finally shut up and stopped spewing.

He turned his attention to Nangong Wan, who was the most threatening to him. "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you get out quickly? This beast has just transformed into a snake and a dragon. There shouldn't be much elixir left, and he won't spit it out easily!"

Nangong Wan glanced at the remaining people and shouted with a cold face.

The remaining Yanyue Sect disciples had already rushed towards the passage before Nangong Wan could finish her words.

Obviously, only when you really see your fellow disciples die before your eyes can you know how to cherish your life.

Yan Yun looked at the fleeing disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect, but did not follow them.

Instead, he turned his attention to his surroundings.

There was such a big movement, but there was no sign of Han Li.

It seems that Han Li really did not come to this underground world.

With this in mind, Yan Yun looked at Zhao Mingyue and said, "Just let them go, and I will help the master!"

A trace of worry flashed in Zhao Mingyue's eyes, and when she was about to speak, she saw Yan Yun say: "Don't worry, I won't joke with my life!"

Although the strength of this black dragon is already comparable to that of a mid-stage foundation-building monk, Yan Yun is good at speed.

Even if he is not his opponent, escaping is still easy.

As the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect left, Yan Yun walked towards the battlefield instead.

At this time, Nangong Wan was dripping with sweat and kept wandering around with the ink dragon.

No matter how skillfully he used the Vermillion Bird Ring, his cultivation during the Qi training period was here.

Now that his spiritual power is not enough, he can only hold on to Mo Jiao.

"call out!"

Suddenly, several sharp sounds broke through the air, and green wind blades pierced the air.

It hit Mo Jiao hard.

"Stab! Stab!"

The extremely hard scales of the ink dragon were shattered in an instant, and streaks of bright red blood slowly appeared on the surface of the ink dragon's body.

Seeing the scars left by the Wind Blade Technique on Mo Jiao's body, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a faint smile: "If you can break the defense, it will be easy!"

"This?"

Nangong Wan raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the injured Mo Jiao with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

You must know that he drove the Suzaku Huan and continued to attack, but he did not leave any scars on Mo Jiao's body.

Why is this little Qi-training monk’s wind blade so powerful?
  Could it be that the spells cast by Fenglinggen are so powerful?
  And just when Nangong Wan was surprised, Yan Yun's figure swayed and turned into a long, slender black line.

When the figure appeared again, he had already landed next to Nangong Wan.

He stepped on an emerald green flying sword and raised his right hand.

A series of tiny wind blades continue to gather in the palm of the hand, and are continuously compressed into a ball shape.

Nangong Wan, who had long wanted to retreat, looked at Yan Yun who refused to retreat but advanced, and couldn't help but ask:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Yan Yun looked at Nangong Wan and smiled lightly: "Master, maybe I can help you kill the evil dragon!"

Looking at Yan Yun who was full of confidence, Nangong Wan was slightly stunned.

A mere qi training boy actually has such confidence.

As he spoke, the wind ball in his hand was thrown out instantly.

The cyan wind ball instantly cut through the air and appeared in front of Mo Jiao in the blink of an eye.

Mo Jiao, who was injured by the wind blade, was extremely angry at the moment.

Seeing the wind ball approaching, he actually didn't dodge and just opened his bloody mouth.

A stream of purple venom spurted out.

"Stab!"

As soon as the wind blade came into contact with the venom, it exploded instantly.

The wind blade exploded, and tiny wind blades penetrated directly through the venom.

The green-purple wind blades were densely packed and struck Mo Jiao continuously.

(End of this chapter)