Chapter 5289 Tired, Rest Meeting

During this time, he has also been observing the situation of Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun. Normally, he would not be able to detect it. However, because he wanted to hook up with Mo Nest's will, Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun's portal was always open, allowing Mo Nest to swallow it. With his own strength, Ouyang Lie can still see some clues.

In the past few months, the universe that was generally absorbed by the seventh-rank has dried up.

Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun's power is still full, and it has not decreased at all. It is obvious that the creatures he has kept in captivity have played a role.

Now that Yang Kai's Xiao Qiankun is worried that it will be drained by the ink nest, and the soul has the protection of Wenshen Lotus, even if the king takes his own shot, there may not be any way to take him, so in terms of safety, there is no need to worry too much.

It's just that the Mo people used means to trap his soul in the Mocha space, and they don't know when he will be able to escape.

Ouyang Lie secretly estimated that the situation would not change much in a short period of time. He could not do much, just wait here and monitor Yang Kai's status. If there is anything wrong, he can only report it immediately.

In the Mocha space, time passed, and it was two months in the blink of an eye.

It has been almost half a year since the Black Nest space was closed, and half a year is nothing to the domain master or the eighth-grade black disciple.

An ordinary retreat practice, who does not need dozens or hundreds of years, only half a year, but with a flick of a finger.

However, for those surnamed Mo disciples, this half year has been a bit of a torment.

The thorn of the soul is eroding his spirituality all the time, and even if the other two Mo disciples help, it is difficult to reverse the decline. If his soul can return to the physical body, and the body of God can be unified, it will be somewhat helpful to the current situation.

However, the Mo clan domain masters have many concerns and dare not open the ink nest space easily, for fear that the human race will escape. Under this situation, how can the ten thousand surnamed Mo disciples return to their souls and become one with the flesh?

In addition, Mo Chao has been devouring the power of his small universe, making his current situation even worse.

He doesn't know what the situation of his own Xiao Qiankun is now, but if Xiao Qiankun consumes too much power, it will also be imprinted on the soul.

With the assistance of the two companions, after holding out for half a year, Mo Tu, surnamed Wan, finally couldn't hold it any longer.

When the violent fluctuations in the power of the soul raged, the six Mo clan domain owners were monitoring the movements of Wen Shenlian. They turned their heads to look and saw that the spiritual bodies of the ten thousand surnamed Mo disciples burst open, turning into a little fluorescent light, dissipating here. In the ink nest space.

"Brother Wan!" The old man cried out in grief, with a feeling of sadness in his heart.

The other Mo disciple also had a mourning expression.

They have done everything they can, but they are still unable to save the lives of their companions. Before entering the Black Nest space to carry out this mission, no one expected that the situation would develop into this ghostly state.

The lineup of the six Mo clan domain masters and the four eighth-rank Mo disciples, even if the ancestors of the human race came in person, could also touch it.

But now, the two Mo disciples have died and disappeared, and the human race is still hiding in the Wenshen lotus without moving, but the Mo people have no way to take him.

Hu Di's eyes spit fire.

Lost one more!

Counting the previous two losses, the Mochao battle has already damaged two eighth-rank Moth disciples, a domain master, and three other souls.

Such a loss is not too small for today's Mo people.

The Mo people in the Dayan War Zone have gone through a series of battles, and it is no longer the big family business situation that happened hundreds of years ago. The number of both the domain master and the eighth-rank Mo disciples has dropped sharply by one hundred years ago. most of them.

Hu Di suddenly had a question in his heart.

Is it worth paying such a big price just to force the human race to give up the Mochao that they have obtained?

If the plan can be successful, of course it is worth it!

But the plan has been carried out until now, and there have been many ups and downs. Only one person from the human race has been dispatched, which has disturbed their advance and retreat. In the words of the human race, the Mo people are now somewhat difficult to ride a tiger.

The price to pay is too high, and they give up at this time, so how can they explain to the king?

So in any case, we must get rid of this human race and take Wen Shenlian, so that we can have a proper speech in front of the king.

On the other side, the two Mo disciples watched helplessly as their companions surnamed Wan dissipated their spirits, their bodies fell, and they couldn't help but worry about their own situation.

Although they were never injured, it would be troublesome if their souls did not return for a long time, not to mention that Mochao was still devouring the power of their small universe.

They are good at rank eight, but how long can they last?

a year? two years? Or three years? No one can tell.

In fact, they already felt a little tired at this moment. Although it is not obvious, it is definitely because the consumption of physical strength is reflected in the soul.

At the moment, this trace of exhaustion is nothing, but if you let it go, the situation will only get worse.

But they are just Mo disciples. As slaves of the Mo people, who can give advice to the domain masters at this time and let them give up this plan?

It is impossible for the domain masters to give up easily. The two Mo disciples have a faint premonition of their tragic ending. Now they can only hope that the realm of the human race is the same as their speculation. It is not the eighth grade, but the seventh grade, or the sixth grade. .

Only in this way can they last longer than the other.

Time passed in this silence.

One year, two years...

The Mo people's domain masters have not changed, they are still the same, but the spiritual bodies of the two eighth-rank Mo disciples have clearly dimmed, and the fluctuations of the spiritual souls also appear to be extremely weak, as if they are sick.

Divine Soul will naturally not get sick, there is only one possibility for such a situation to occur.

Their physical bodies outside are about to be unable to hold on. For two years, Mo Chao has been devouring the power of their small universe all the time, and the eighth-rank can't stand it.

The weakness of the physical body is imprinted on the soul, and the current situation will naturally appear.

After enduring it for so long, the old man finally couldn't bear it any longer, and tremblingly came to Hong Di's side, bowed and said, "Sir, can you open the ink nest space and let the two of you retire first? We're afraid we will insist. It won't be long."

There was a struggling look in Hu Di's eyes. To be honest, he didn't want to lose two more eighth-rank ink disciples here. After all, he had already damaged them before.

He is also willing to let these two eighth-rank Motu survive.

I didn't open the Mocha space before because I was afraid that Yang Kai would also take the opportunity to escape, but now I naturally have this concern.

But if it doesn't work now, if it doesn't work, the two Mo disciples will die here.

He couldn't figure it out, how could this human race survive better than the eighth-rank Motu? His previous inference should be correct. If this human race is really an eighth-rank, the soul has been nourished by the warm lotus for thousands of years, and it must be much higher than the normal eighth-rank.

Since he only showed the level of a normal eighth-rank soul, it means that his real cultivation is not eighth-rank, but most likely seventh-rank.

The background of the small universe of the seventh-rank Kaitian is naturally inferior to the eighth-rank black disciples, but the two eighth-grade black disciples are almost unable to hold on, but the human race is silent.

The matter has come to this point, we can only let the two eighth-rank ink disciples retire first, and these domain masters will stay and continue to consume with each other.

He was determined to pay attention, just as he was about to open the ink nest space, a very weak voice suddenly came from Wenshenlian, who had been silent all the time: "Yes, yes, let's open the ink nest space quickly, I'm about to be unable to hold on, let's go. Even if it’s a draw this time, we’ll talk about it when we meet next time.”

And next time?

Hu Di's eyes widened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Hugh, if you have the means to reach the sky, this time you will die here!"

The old man's spirit was trembling, and he looked up to the sky and was speechless. If his body was here, he would definitely cry.

The only chance of survival was also destroyed by the human race...

He stepped back silently, and found a secluded corner with another companion, restraining the fluctuations of his soul and minimizing the loss of power.

Hope to last longer than that human race.

In the Wenshen Lotus, Yang Kai was still talking non-stop: "This domain master, why are you doing this? Those two are obviously going to be unable to hold on. If you don't open the ink nest space, they will die here. I don't care. Yes, I killed so many of you, and now I can earn two to be buried with you, no loss."

"The number of domain masters and eighth-grade black disciples on your side is not too many. Think about it. After each battle, the casualties of our human race are so huge, not to mention your black people. If you die two more, The loss will be great. By the way, how is the injury of the king? Does my ancestor of the human race often visit him? Everyone is neighbors, and they should interact with each other.

"Don't be dumb, I'm about to die, and I can't say a few words with me? Hey, I think I've cultivated all my life, and I'm all-powerful. Although I only have a seventh-grade cultivation base, the Mo clan's domain master has also killed so many. Yes, it's a pity that Heaven is jealous of Yingcai, and after all, he will die here."

"For the sake of my dying, I want to ask you a question. If you can go back, you can go back. If you can't go back, that's all. The Mo clan's Mo nest is graded. Whose son is Mochao? And what gave birth to the king-level Mochao? This question has troubled me for a long time, can you help me?

The domain masters kept their mouths shut, but after listening to this human race talking to himself, he finally confirmed one thing, he really is not an eighth-rank, but a seventh-rank only.

Although he may lie, what is the point of lying?

What's more, this situation is the same as their previous inference, all this noisy human race is definitely a seventh-rank.

Shame!

If the eighth-rank messed them up, it would be fine. Now that a seventh-rank is messed up like this, all the domain masters can't help but feel a sense of shame. If possible, they can't wait to drag Yang Kai out of the Wenshen Lotus. Tell him to experience torture all over the world, so that the hatred in his heart can be relieved.

Yang Kai's voice became weaker and weaker: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, then treat me as if I didn't ask, I'm tired, and take a break."