Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 439 Frontline

In this deep, dark world.

Ten mountains stand tall.

The sun hangs in the air.

Everything is dead!

A woman with a pretty face and a graceful figure stood in midair, with a dark wind sweeping around her.

The woman's head was raised slightly, her eyes were dull, and the black cloak behind her back fluttered in the wind like waves.

In this endless darkness, the crystal-clear jade skin shone with the only vitality and vitality.

The slender legs hang straight down, and the exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio outlines a perfect curve.

In this dead and silent world, this graceful figure is like the last embellishment.

but.

A hideous and terrifying phantom destroyed this beauty.

The phantom has seven heads and fourteen arms, and is several feet tall. Each head reveals joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and fear.

The muscular arms each held a weapon, and many weapons pierced through the woman's delicate body.

There is also a dark flying sword, firmly nailed between the woman's eyebrows.

No blood!

The Liuren Divine Weapon is the gathering of the mind and soul, and the Dao-based realm is far from being able to turn the emptiness into reality.

But the sense of reality that the blade penetrates the flesh is not lacking at all.

Soul-fixing sword!

Soul Slashing Knife!

Soul-absorbing beads!

Soul Slaying Whip...

The sword penetrates the chest, the knife penetrates the belly, the orb sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the long whip wraps around the delicate body, making the blood boil.

Mo Qiu's complexion remained unchanged, his spiritual thoughts amplified through the Tongxin Pearl, and invaded the woman's sea of ​​consciousness like a spider's web.

He is trying to search for the soul with the mystery of the great formation of Yan Luo in the ten directions to suppress it, and the magic soldiers of Liuren directly attacking the soul.

and.

Based on the cultivation base of the early stage of Daoji, search for the souls of monks in the later stage of Daoji.

"Crack!"

A pitch-black electric light appeared on the woman's body.

First the eyebrows and forehead, then the heart and dantian, the electric light flickered, and struck on the Liuren Divine Weapon.

"Well……"

Mo Qiu frowned tightly, and the seven faces of the phantom Buddha also showed pain.

next moment.

"Crack!"

The black thunder and lightning spread in all directions, and the phantom in the field instantly dissipated with a single thought.

The flying sword nailed between the woman's eyebrows also retreated suddenly.

"Wow..."

The perfect delicate body in the field quietly turned into dust under the strike of thunder and lightning.

When the wind blows, it melts into nothingness.

But in the blink of an eye, this charming woman had completely disappeared.

Mo Qiu's figure appeared on the top of a big mountain, watching the woman's body and soul dissipate from the air.

Immediately, with a single move, two magical artifacts and a storage bag were brought in.

Rubbing his brows, he couldn't help sighing:

"It seems that even with the help of formations, it is not easy to search for the soul of a late Daoist cultivator."

That said, he wasn't without gains.

For the things hidden deep in the woman's heart, I failed to pry into it, but I also got a lot of useful things.

For example, she originally planned to use it to trade life-saving items.

A cave for a Golden Core cultivator!

This golden elixir is not an ordinary golden elixir, but Xiao Qianjue, who was as famous as the Nascent Soul cultivator five hundred years ago.

Known as: Runner Knife Saint.

According to rumors, this person's saber skills are so unpredictable that they are even comparable to Nascent Soul Daoist.

Unfortunately.

This person seemed to be fascinated by his own sword skills, and actually tried to challenge Daoist Yuanying in vain.

Breaking into the Tianxie League alone, he wants to fight the Potianjian.

As a result, one can imagine.

The superiority of the sword technique could not change the gap in the realm, and finally ended up with the death of body and soul.

But this does not mean that the runner knife saint is not strong.

On the contrary, being able to force a Nascent Soul to kill him and not being able to hold back his strength shows his strength.

"Empty cave!"

Mo Qiu sneered and shook his head slightly.

This woman indeed knew about one of Xiao Qianjue's caves.

But that cave should have been looted, there is nothing else except the place is hidden.

Not even a root of grass!

Said it was used for trading, in exchange for life, but it was just a deceitful deception and a fluke.

On the contrary, after forcibly searching for the soul, he obtained an extremely mysterious method of capturing the Yin Demon.

This method can be cast with mana, or with the help of foreign objects.

In this way, for Mo Qiu who is carrying Yan Luofan, it can be regarded as useful.

Although he is proficient in many methods, the imperial envoy Yan Luofan can only perform actions based on his own quality.

There is no suitable way to arouse the inner power.

Now, with the help of Yan Luofan to perform the great capture of Yin Demon, even in the middle stage of Daoji, he can be imprisoned on the spot.

also.

The flying sword has not been refined and cannot be used for the time being, but the wind-shielding robe is a rare treasure.

Putting it on the body, it can hide the breath, cultivate the base, resist magic weapons, and increase the escape speed by several tens.

Refining is also quite easy.

Other.

In her mind, Mo Qiu also found the origin of the woman she hadn't seen in decades.

Now it is called Kong Qingyan.

The woman that Zhu Niannu brought back in the early years was rumored to be favored by a certain important person.

Think for a moment.

Mo Qiu's eyes lit up, and the two groups of raging flames immediately wrapped the wind-shielding robe and slowly refined it.

At the same time, take a panacea to recover your cultivation.

…………

After half a day.

Not long ago, gunpowder smoke spread all over the battlefield, but now it has long been silent.

The members of the Tianxie League have retreated.

A burly figure stood in mid-air, and the tiger's eyes shone with divine light, illuminating the audience.

This person's facial features are tough, his eyes are like lightning, just standing casually, his power makes people dare not make a sound.

He was dressed in a purple gown, with two bronze maces hanging from his waist, and his body stood upright like a pine tree, like a general on the battlefield.

It is Yue Shouyang, the Grandmaster of Beidou Palace Jindan!

It is heard.

Long before proving the Tao, this one was indeed a general of a mortal court.

"How long?"

"Back to senior." Behind him, a person hastily cupped his hands and said:

"It's been an hour since you arrived."

"One hour." The muscles on Yue Shouyang's face trembled, his eyes were cold:

"That is to say, those who haven't come back have escaped far enough to not come back for so long?"

"This..." The face of the person behind him changed, and he said embarrassingly:

"Indeed."

"Holding back before a battle, timid when facing danger, what use are these people?" Yue Shouyang said in a cold voice:

"The order goes on, and those who return next will be escorted to the front line, and there must be no mistakes."

"yes!"

"Senior." Someone whispered:

"There are some people here who are not good at fighting. They are just supporting the escort. Do they also go to the front line?"

"Um?"

Yue Shouyang squinted his eyes, and a boundless terrifying coercion instantly enveloped the audience.

It seemed that the entire sky had collapsed.

His voice was cold, and he said slowly:

"As a monk, no matter how bad you are, how can you still have Dao soldiers? Since Dao soldiers can do it, so can they."

Everyone felt chilly and bowed their heads one after another, but no one dared to say anything.

Not long.

One after another, figures emerged from afar and gathered towards this place.

Obviously.

Those who escaped were not stupid, they knew that with the presence of sect masters, it would be difficult for people from the Tianxie League to last.

Mo Qiuye hid among the crowd, came together with the other two and received the news.

His complexion couldn't help but sink.

Go to the front?

…………

a month later.

Even though he tried every means and found a few acquaintances, he still couldn't change the sect's decision.

After many postponements, he finally went to the front line.

On the auspicious cloud.

A group of dozens of people with different expressions flew forward, and finally landed in the sky above a sea of ​​forest.

in the past.

Even if you come to the front line of the mountain patrol ceremony, it's okay, after all, the possibility of encountering danger is not high.

Now, it is different.

During this period of time, the members of the Tianxie League made repeated attacks, even launching several attacks on the front line.

Although it failed to stop the general trend of Taiyi Sect, many monks died on the battlefield.

For those who don't want to come, it will not be pleasant.

"master!"

Before Xiangyun fell, a familiar voice came over.

Mo Qiu tilted his head, his eyes moved slightly, and there was a slight surprise on his face:

"Wang Hu."

"It's me." Wang Hu swayed, and instantly appeared in front of Mo Qiu from a hundred feet away:

"Master, why did you come to the front?"

He knew the character of his master well, and it was no problem to say that he was an ascetic monk.

I don't like such troubles.

This time, he actually came to the front line?

"I have no choice but to come." Mo Qiu shook his head lightly, his gaze fell on him, nodded and said:

"Cultivation is progressing well. It seems that you haven't neglected your cultivation these years."

Not seen for more than ten years, Wang Hu's cultivation can be said to be progressing rapidly, almost reaching the peak of the early Daoist period.

Strength, certainly not weak.

Not to mention anything else, the sudden flash just now, the escaping method that did not cause the slightest wind, was extremely extraordinary.

Even compared with Daoist mid-term monks, they still don't give in too much.

"Of course!" Wang Hu clapped his big hands on his chest and said:

"Master, I have been born and died many times in these years, and I have obtained many opportunities, and I have achieved today's achievements."

"certainly……"

He scratched his head and said:

"The help of Xiaochan is also indispensable."

"It's the master."

He turned sideways, blinked his eyes, and showed doubts:

"Why haven't I seen you in these years, your cultivation has not increased but retreated?"

Before waiting for Mo Qiu's answer, he waved his hand again with a proud face, saying:

"Master, don't worry, with me here, even if your cultivation base is not good, you will never be in danger."

"Heh..." Mo Qiu lightly said, lightly cupping his hands:

"Then there is work."

"Hey..." Wang Hu smiled awkwardly:

"I'm joking, I'm joking, I know Master, you must have deliberately concealed your cultivation."

"Tu'er is in front of you, it's still early, it's still early!"

"Slick tone." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"When did you come to the front line?"

"I've always been here." Wang Hu raised his eyebrows with a proud face:

"These disciples have been hanging out in the Yandang Mountains all these years, and they are very familiar with this place. They are also known as Bai Xiaosheng Wang Hu of Yandang Mountain."

"This time Taiyi Zong's mountain tour ceremony, I am also a half disciple, so naturally I have to contribute."

"Of course, you can get some benefits by the way."

Said, with a mysterious smile.

Obviously, this is what he came for.

Mo Qiu nodded slowly, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and stopped at a person in the distance, his eyes changed slightly.

"He Ling." Wang Hu lowered his voice and said:

"The elder brother of the Tianji lineage of Beidou Palace, there is no Jindan master in the Tianji lineage, so he has the final say, his cultivation base is complete, and his strength is even more terrifying."

"In Beidou Palace, the status is not low."

"Master, I heard that you have some conflicts with him?"

"Not really." Mo Qiu shook his head lightly.

"That's good." Wang Hu heaved a sigh of relief and said:

"He is the leader of our area. If you offend him, you and I will have nothing to eat."