Chapter 110

Xiao Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that the turmoil in Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness had subsided. It was worth it that he had divided his attention to send power to Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Controlling a large-scale illusion was extremely tiring. Xiao Mo stopped playing the flute and stuffed two seventh-grade Qi-replenishing pills into his mouth. As the pills entered his mouth, his spiritual power slowly replenished his Dantian and meridians.

He asked Qiuqiu to help Mo Zhi, because the battlefield on the Mahayana side needed Qiuqiu's help more. After all, whichever side's Mahayana won would be the final winner.

Although if there is any unexpected incident, Chu Jinglan will be there to provide a guarantee.

I don't know how the fight is going on the Mahayana side, but the fight on the Spirit Severing stage is almost over.

Xiao Mo injected a large amount of spiritual power into Huanyue Heart and launched another fierce attack on the enemy's consciousness. Even if he could not completely drag their spirits into the illusion and bury them, as long as there was a little gap, other cultivators would seize the opportunity.

Although it was tiring, Xiao Mo's control over Huan Yue Xin was indeed becoming more and more proficient. A demon who was carrying a magic weapon that could resist the influence of spiritual consciousness had been holding out for a long time, but he lost his mind in the turmoil at this moment. What was waiting for him was the sound of Xiao Mo's flute that followed.

Blood splashed amid the melodious sound of the flute, and the dazed demon fell to the ground stiffly with an expressionless face, ending his life in the illusion that invaded the sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Mo would not miss the opportunity.

The golden chain on his wrist was shaking. At the other end of the chain, Chu Jinglan killed several more people. Although the spiritual power around him was very intimidating, it was not chaotic. At this moment, his mind was obviously stable and no one needed to worry about him.

After fighting for most of the day, Xiao Mo's illusion was finally lifted. They killed nearly a hundred of the enemy. When the illusion disappeared, there were scattered corpses lying on the ground, and the ground was stained with blood. The remaining monks either dragged their tired bodies or supported the wounded to lie down.

The action on the Mahayana battlefield had not yet stopped, and Xiao Mo also found a place to regulate his breathing. He did not take back the golden chain, and Chu Jinglan stood beside him.

Xiao Mo had no wounds and no blood on his body. Chu Jinglan just watched over him quietly. When Xiao Mo finished regulating his breathing, a monk walked towards him. Chu Jinglan immediately glanced at the person who came, like a vigilant wolf, guarding his territory at all times, and his pupils would rise at the slightest movement.

The disciples who came were stunned by his gaze, but they had just come down from the battlefield, and they were all covered in blood. Many people were still nervous. He understood it on his own and bowed to Xiao Mo: "Thank you, fellow Taoist. If it weren't for you, I would have been in great danger when they blew themselves up."

He was too close at the time. If it weren't for the opportunity Xiao Mo seized, he would have been affected by the impact of the self-explosion.

Xiao Mo: "When we are enemies, we should take care of each other, that's fine."

He was so polite that the disciple was even more grateful: "If there is anything I can help you with, please feel free to ask!"

Xiao Mo saw that his badge was from the Sun Sect. He did have something to ask, but it was not appropriate to say it in front of Chu Jinglan, so Xiao Mo sent him a secret message: "I do have something to ask you, just answer me through the message."

How could the fluctuations of spiritual power that were transmitted secretly escape the perception of the Immortal Lord? The Taoist couple was whispering to someone in front of him. Chu Jinglan looked towards Xiao Mo in surprise.

The sight is not heavy, but it is really deep.

Xiao Mo had no intention of letting him get the wrong idea: "As for your gift, there aren't many surprises left, so give me a chance and leave some suspense, okay?"

With Chu Jinglan's cultivation, he could definitely eavesdrop on their voice transmission, but when Xiao Mo said this, Chu Jinglan's deep gaze froze. He coughed lightly, and turned his face away in a seemingly natural but actually somewhat awkward manner, and whispered, "Hmm."

Xiao Mo noticed his evasive look, smiled, pulled the chain from his wrist, and slowly circled it around his hand. Every time he circled it, he controlled Chu Jinglan's hand to tighten a little more. The sound of the chain rubbing against his skin stuck to his wrist and slid into his heart.

Xiao Mo has already sent a voice message to the disciples of the Sun Sect, asking: "The Tianyuan Secret Realm is in the Sun Sect territory. Are you familiar with it?"

The disciple nodded: "Yes, I have a map here, do you need it?"

"I have a map too. I want to ask where is the best place to find the thread."

The disciple himself had never taken the silk, but someone in his school had. After careful recollection, he said, "Someone took it at the Hanging Lake and the Red Cliff."

Xiao Mo: “Thank you.”

The disciple felt bad for answering this question in return for saving his life. Since Xiao Mo mentioned that he was going to the Tianyuan Secret Realm, he also wanted to go there. So he said that if they met in the secret realm in the future, he would definitely help Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo smiled and agreed, accepting his kindness.

More than one person came to thank Xiao Mo, one after another. Chu Jinglan tapped his arm slowly with his fingers ten times. Many people had gathered around Xiao Mo, but Xiao Mo only whispered to the previous disciple of the Yaori Sect. He did not hide his conversations with the others, and Chu Jinglan could hear them all.

Some people thanked him and simply sat down, taking the time to heal their wounds, looking at the light not far away: "I don't know what's going on over there."

The team escorting Fen Xiu consisted of thirty people on the surface, but once the ambushers showed up, there were more than just these people. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for them to suppress hundreds of enemies. The distracted soldiers didn't know that Immortal Master Chu was here, and none of them felt relieved that they had won. They were so nervous that they couldn't even concentrate on healing their wounds.

Xiao Mo wanted to send his spiritual consciousness over to investigate, but Chu Jinglan held his shoulders and shook his head.

Chu Jinglan sent him a message: "I'll come and take a look."

Xiao Mo nodded.

It would be most appropriate for Chu Jinglan to investigate the battlefield without being discovered by other Mahayana monks. Seeing that there was no change in his expression, Xiao Mo knew that his side must have the upper hand, so he felt relieved.

It was not until evening that the fluctuations and spiritual light in the distance finally stopped. A Mahayana cultivator was approaching this side. The distraction cultivators immediately picked up their magic weapons and prepared for battle. Who would win, the enemy or their own people?

Just when everyone was on high alert, the first thing that flew into sight was... a bird.

Everyone was stunned, but someone quickly responded: "Fellow Daoist Honglian, this is the monster from your Du'e Sect!"

The ball on the battlefield was a majestic golden flaming phoenix, but when it flew back, it had already turned into a flock of birds. It held its little head high, looking heroic and proud. It landed back on Xiao Mo's shoulder, and when it was about to compliment him, it found that the other monks were all staring at it.

Qiuqiu blinked, reacted, and then shook his fur: "Of course we are the winners."

After a brief silence, the monks who had digested this sentence immediately cheered. Some of them laughed and relaxed, lying directly on the ground. After completely relaxing, they really didn't have the strength to move.

The Mahayana cultivators who had fought fiercely followed closely, and Xiao Mo found that they were all injured to some extent, which showed that this battle was not easy. But no one was hurt, and Fen Xiu was still there, just fainted in the prison car.

Yue Ming scanned the surviving Spirit Severing Stage cultivators. The casualties were less than he had expected. His brows relaxed. He said, "Just sit still and meditate. The people from the next ambush point will come over soon to take over from us. They will be responsible for escorting Fen Xiu for the second half of the journey. We will go to the Sun Sect to recuperate."

Everyone agreed immediately. Several Mahayana stage masters had things to discuss and stood not far away. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan left the group of distraction stage masters who were regulating their breathing and walked over to them.

Xiao Mo took out the best medicine and distributed it to them. Yue Ming's hands were still shaking when he took the medicine bottle. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Mo was shocked: "Is he seriously injured?"

"No." Yue Ming said stubbornly, swallowing the liquid medicine in one gulp, "I killed a peak cultivator with my mid-stage Mahayana cultivation, and I only got hurt a little bit. It's worth it."

Xiao Mo saw that he was in high spirits. Although he was tough on the outside, he didn't seem to be forcing it. So there shouldn't be any serious problem. Mo Zhi next to him raised his hand and gave Yue Ming an injection.

Yue Ming vomited blood again.

Mo Zhi: "I've been with Chu Xia for a long time and learned some useful medical skills. You're welcome."

Yue Ming was barely able to speak due to the blood he had vomited, but his angry eyes clearly indicated an accusation: Could you please give me a heads up before you stab me?

Xiao Mo shook his head helplessly: "Have all the people who need to be cleared out been cleared out?"

When the decision was made to transfer and start the Burning Cultivation, the human cultivators estimated a list, with the goal of luring the people on the list to show up. With so many Mahayana cultivators here today, there must be someone on the list.

Yue Ming couldn't speak, so Jun Bu Shu said, "It's almost as expected, but for us in Ling Xiao Sect, there is still an enemy who has not shown up."

Xiao Mo understood: "Su Baimo."

Jun Bushu nodded: "Yeah."

Yue Ming finally recovered and was able to speak again. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said, "If we miss today, it will be hard to find so many Mahayana cultivators gathering together to attack Ren Xiu. If he still wants to attack Fen Xiu, he can only find an opportunity after Fen Xiu enters the Sun Sect."

"We, the human cultivators, have already announced that Fen Xiu will be executed soon after he reaches the Sun Sect. If Su Baimo doesn't come, then the Heavenly Demon Blood is indeed not attractive to him."

The news was released two days ago, which is why it has attracted a fierce counterattack from the remnants today.

Jun Bushu sighed: "If he hadn't come this time, I don't know when we can get the treasures of our Lingxiao Sect back."

Xiao Mo was curious: "Can't you figure out where he is?"

Jun Bushu shook his head: "His fate is too strange. I tried using the things he left behind in Lingxiao Sect, but I couldn't see clearly."

Yue Ming patted his shoulder and said, "We'll get it back sooner or later."

The people who came to replace them arrived soon. After changing shifts, they took the flying boat directly, greatly shortening the journey time, and arrived at the Yaori Sect.

They had fought the most fierce battle of this time and were finally able to recuperate and rest in a safe place. The Sun Sect was also very considerate in arranging accommodation for everyone.

The three people from the Du'e Sect were arranged to live very close to each other. After arranging a room for Mo Zhi, Xiao Mo said to the leading disciple of the Yaori Sect: "He and I only need one room."

The disciples noticed that Xiao Mo had just arrived and was looking around. There were indeed few houses around, but the room layout and scenery were first-class and were used to entertain distinguished guests. How could they possibly neglect the people from the Du'e Sect?

The disciple was afraid that Xiao Mo would misunderstand that because too many people had come recently, their Sun Sect could not provide enough rooms, so he hurriedly said: "Daoyou, we have enough rooms, you can rest assured."

"Ah, that's not what I meant." Xiao Mo smiled, "He and I are a couple, one room is enough."

The disciple suddenly realized what was going on and opened the door for them: "So that's how it is. Then please come in."

He thought for a moment, and then added thoughtfully, "The beds in the house are very spacious, don't worry, fellow Taoist."

...Well, there's no need to highlight this point specifically. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have paid attention to it.