Chapter 122 Meeting Mo Wenjian Again

Chen Luo was flying in the air on leaves. The white python seemed to have intelligence. After it missed the attack, it immediately fled. The huge body shuttled through the forest, knocking countless trees upside down and sending rubble flying.

After the old ghost broke the evil spirit of the Yinmu Forest, the effect of the maze disappeared. Chen Luo and the white python chased and fled, and soon they were out of the range of the Yinmu Forest.

"This python is faster than the giant ape, with such a big body"

Chen Luo stepped on the leaves, and his figure merged with the mountain wind, leaving a residual image in the air. The trees, grass and rocks on the ground retreated rapidly. The giant python in front also noticed the pursuer behind, and kept sweeping away the rubble and trees with its tail, trying to block Chen Luo's progress.

'The wind direction has changed. '

'There is spiritual energy gathering in the snake demon's body, and it may counterattack. '

'Use the fire spell to attack the left side, there is an enemy! '

Three thoughts emerged in the external brain. These three thoughts came from the brain with perfect wind attribute refining, which perceives the surrounding environment. There were two more foundation-building cultivators' brains, paying attention to the actions of the snake demon, and the last one was the brain of the casual cultivator Wan Ming.

This guy was very sensitive to hostility. When Chen Luo killed him, he was injured in the palm of his hand by his instinctive resistance. Now that he was absorbed by Chen Luo, this sensitivity was also brought along with his brain.

Swoosh!

Chen Luo stretched out one hand and put two fingers of his right hand together.

The spiritual energy flowed to the palm of his hand, and the hot energy instantly turned into a magical power, blasting to the side. The hot flame turned into a long dragon, distorting the surrounding air.

Boom! !

There was a loud bang, rolling up a sky-high heat wave, and the hot fire energy blew up that area, burning trees and splashing gravel. A figure rolled out from the woods next to him in an extremely embarrassed posture. The man was wearing a blue-gray shirt, carrying a glass-colored sword on his back, with disheveled hair, looking very embarrassed.

"Mo Wenjian?"

The moment the figure rolled out, Chen Luo recognized this guy at a glance.

This sword cultivator was the genius sword cultivator who had carried out the first mission with him. Chen Luo still remembered his second-year words clearly. It was just that the scene was too chaotic during the first mission. After he rushed out, Chen Luo never saw him again. He thought he had followed the old path of his senior sword cultivator. Unexpectedly, he escaped with the addition of him.

Now it seems that he has betrayed the immortal sect.

He surrendered to the enemy.

The blue-gray clothes on his body are the clothes of the inner disciples of the Nine Poison Valley.

"How did you find me?"

Mo Wenjian's face was a little ugly. He couldn't understand how Chen Luo found him at all. After joining the Nine Poison Valley, he changed his skills. Now, in addition to the burst of sword intent, he has mastered several magical powers.

Don't look at his strength of only the seventh level of Qi Refining. If he really starts fighting, he is not afraid of the tenth level of Qi Refining. Of course, he only has the confidence of three swords. After three sword strikes, he had to run away, otherwise the attack and defense would change, and the strong man of the tenth level of Qi Refining would be able to hang him up and beat him.

"You are a waste who just broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining. Naturally, I saw it at a glance." Chen Luo said condescendingly with the same expression as Mo Wenjian at the beginning.

"Nonsense. I entered the late stage of Qi Refining in a year and a half. Even in the Nine Poison Valley, no one would say that I practice slowly." Mo Wenjian was full of dissatisfaction. But his voice became smaller as he spoke, because he found that he couldn't see Chen Luo's cultivation clearly.

This situation would only occur if he was three small realms higher.

He has tenth level of Qi Refining?

This is impossible!

Mo Wenjian felt that he must have seen things wrong. He was already a genius with a natural spiritual root. How could there be someone in the world who could practice faster than him!

While the two were talking, the white giant python running in front finally gathered its energy, and saw the other side's huge python suddenly turned around and opened its mouth to spray at them.

The storm in the sky sprayed dense wind blades from the snake's mouth, forming a fan-shaped area, flattening the ground.

The two people who were talking quickly dispersed, and Mo Wenjian unfolded his body skills. He kept changing in the air like a leaf. The dense wind swept past his body, but he could never hurt his body.

Chen Luo's way of dealing with it was simpler.

At the moment when the wind blades rolled over, he opened the brains of the two foundation-building cultivators on Wudao Peak. One of the brains had wind attributes in its spiritual roots, so his perception was more acute, and he directly stood from the perspective of the foundation-building cultivator to observe the weak points of these wind blades.

'The middle part is weak, and the spiritual power is chaotic. '

Deviating half a step, Chen Luo transferred the spiritual energy to his index finger and gently scattered a piece of wind blade. Then he stepped again and used the same method to shatter the wind blade.

In the storm, people did not retreat but advanced, and just used their fingers to continuously shatter the air blades that threatened him. Mo Wenjian was secretly proud of himself as he dodged the wind blade in mid-air. His skill of "moving with the wind" was a special magical power for wind spiritual root cultivators, which could avoid the enemy's attack with the least amount of force. It was a magical power that sword cultivators liked to learn the most. He learned it as soon as he entered the sect. Every time he fought, he used this skill to save strength and kill with the last blow.

But when he looked down, he was dumbfounded.

In his eyes, Chen Luo was like teleporting. He used one finger to continuously smash the incoming wind blades, and then his figure kept changing. Every time he appeared, he would move forward a lot. In just a short while, he was almost at the python's mouth.

"Is this wind blade just a showpiece?"

A thought flashed across Mo Wenjian's confused head, and then he stopped and tried to transfer his spiritual power to his index finger, imitating Chen Luo and tapping the wind blade.

call out

A bloody cut was left on the fingertip. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the finger would have been gone.

"Radium."

When he reached the python's mouth, Chen Luo took out his new magic sword and lightly touched the blade. The giant python also reacted. It quickly restrained its demonic aura and wanted to retreat, but Chen Luo was faster than it. The magic sword with the sharp metal technique pierced its lower jaw, and blood spurted out on the spot. come out.

"We can't waste it."

Chen Luo quickly took out a porcelain bottle and put the spurted blood into it. This porcelain bottle was used by him to store elixirs. It was used to store blood essence and prevent the loss of spiritual energy.

The painful white python swept across and hit the ground with its head, exploding a huge lotus-shaped pit.

Then a 'tearing' sound was heard.

The python's body trembled for a while, and the ground shook and then stopped moving.

"died?"

Mo Wenjian flew down and stood by the side with a face full of disbelief. This is a monster that has reached the perfection level of Qi refining. In a normal fight, it would take at least three Qi refining masters of the same level to kill it with confidence.

"Ran."

Chen Luo pulled out the magic sword. After all the trouble just now, the new magic sword he received from the door had cracks, and it was probably not far away from being reimbursed.

He stepped forward and patted it gently with his hand, and the area where his palm touched actually sunk in. Only then did Mo Wenjian realize that what was left in front of him was just a piece of snake skin. He pushed away the molting area and quickly stepped forward, only to find that the true body of the python had used the effort of shedding its skin to escape.

The intelligence of this giant white python is indeed much higher than that of the giant ape. After realizing that something was wrong, it immediately shed its skin and ran away. Although it was a little embarrassed, it was able to save its own life.

"Tell me, why did you change your family?"

Chen Luo put the snake skin away and began to ask about Mo Wenjian's experience.

"I'm poor. I can't learn top-notch sword cultivation skills in the Shenhu Immortal Sect. I asked my master about the foundation building skills. I need merit worth thirty thousand to practice it. With so many merit points, I have to work for the sect at least. It takes thirty years to afford it. I don't want to waste this time in thirty years." Mo Wenjian didn't hold back and stated his choice directly.

He wanted to build a foundation, and even wanted a golden elixir.

But not that many spirit stones.

In the Shenhu Immortal Sect, everything has a clearly marked price. This is a rule set by the founder.

After more than half a year, the two met again.

Their identities have also undergone great changes. Mo Wenjian took refuge in the Nine Poison Valley, and Chen Luo became a garrison disciple with no title. To a certain extent, they all abandoned the Shenhu Immortal Sect.

"It's understandable that when people go to higher places, water flows to lower places."

If it were Chen Luo himself, he wouldn't want to waste these thirty years in vain. The sooner a monk in the Qi Refining Realm reaches the level, the higher his success will be. After thirty years, what is the chance of success in establishing the foundation?

"You came here this time to build a spiritual object, right?" Mo Wenjian suddenly asked.

"Aren't you the same?"

Chen Luo nodded, there was nothing to hide.

"It's best not to go there. The foundation-building spiritual objects here were raised in captivity in the Nine Poison Valley." Mo Wenjian hesitated and reminded Chen Luo.

"There are foundation-building monks on the other side of the lake."

"I sensed it."

Chen Luo sighed, this was the reason why he didn't go over.

When he entered the valley, the two foundation-building brains in his mind had already reminded him.

The three major sects' control over foundation building is unimaginably strict. The foundation building spiritual objects born in places like Mushan City have been distributed a long time ago. That is to say, monks like Zhou Tianyang who have no foundation and are backed by the Loose Cultivator Alliance want to take advantage because they have no access to and do not know the division of interests among the three major sects.

"Let's go, be careful. After I build the foundation, I will fight with you again."

Mo Wenjian packed up his magic sword and turned around and left without looking back.