Chapter 875 The Final Battle
He spoke cautiously, "So, is he stronger than me?"
Luo Li wrinkled her nose. "Don't tell me, I'm not sure, but it is much bigger than you."
If Hei Shuo recovered his peak strength like Seventeen after coming to the Gods, he would definitely be stronger than Mo Qilin.
But Hei Shuo's situation was somewhat different from Shiqi's, so she wasn't really sure.
Mo Qilin spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I didn't sense the presence of any of my kind, but..."
Luo Li's eyes moved, "But what?"
Mo Qilin lowered his eyes. Decades ago, he seemed to sense a breath of his own kind, but it was very weak and fleeting. At that time, he was attacking the Emperor, and he always thought it was an illusion.
Now after hearing what this human said, perhaps it was not just my illusion.
Luo Li asked, "Did you remember something?"
Mo Qilin said calmly: "Nothing."
Luo Li chuckled lightly and didn't ask any further questions. She just said, "If you sense the presence of a similar species, could you please let me know?"
Mo Qilin snorted, "Why?"
Hearing this, Luo Li raised the corner of her mouth slightly, turned her wrist slightly, and a dark purple bow and arrow appeared under her palm, as clear as lightning, and slowly passed it in front of Mo Qilin.
"In exchange for this, if you get the news and tell me, Luo Li will definitely help you if you need her in the future."
The eighth floor of the Tower of Gods has been opened. It is filled with lord weapons and more than twenty large lord weapons. If this one can get news about Hei Shuo, it will have been used up to its full value.
A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Qilin's narrow eyes, and then turned into deep thought. The surroundings seemed to be quiet, leaving only the subtle fluctuations of soul power between the two people, slowly rippling in the air.
Mo Qilin's eyes moved over the crystal clear bow and arrow. Great Lord's weapon...
He slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the cold bow. A warm spiritual power flowed through his fingertips, making his heart tremble.
Luo Li maintained the posture of handing over the bow, her eyes determined, "I wonder if you agree to this deal."
Mo Qilin's fingers slid slowly along the bowstring. The bowstring seemed to sense his will, vibrated slightly, and emitted a distant and clear humming sound.
He loved it.
Although Warcraft is not very enthusiastic about spiritual weapons, after all, they can transform spiritual weapons themselves.
But this is a top-grade Grand Lord weapon!
Who can refuse this!
He looked up, his deep eyes met Luo Li's firm gaze. At that moment, the space seemed to freeze, leaving only these two souls in confrontation and tacit understanding, reaching a silent contract in this silence.
The corner of Mo Qilin's mouth curled up into a faint smile, which contained both expectations for the unknown and recognition of his allies.
"Can."
He moved his fingertips, and a hint of power merged into Luo Li's forehead. "It's just a piece of information. It's not worth exchanging it for such a precious spiritual weapon. How about this, if you need my help, you can summon me, but only three times."
Luo Li curled her lips, "Then I won't be polite."
Mo Qilin said calmly, "I just don't want to take advantage of others."
Luo Li nodded, "Are you leaving, then?"
Mo Qilin raised the corner of his lips and looked down, "Of course I have to watch this wonderful show before leaving."
Hearing this, Luo Li also looked towards the lake not far away.
Nowadays, those small forces have basically been defeated, and the ones fighting are some well-known big forces on the continent.
Seeing that the God of War Territory and the Eclipse Territory had joined forces, other forces followed suit and decided to join forces with friendly forces first to obtain the ancient god's inheritance.
On the lake, the fighting spirit was surging, and light and shadows were intertwined.
The spiritual masters from the God of War Territory and the Eclipse Territory fought side by side, their soul skills were as brilliant as fireworks, and every confrontation was accompanied by space tremors.
The lake was stirred up by the aftermath of the battle, and thousands of piles of snow were stirred up. The waves were mixed with the fluctuations of broken soul power, which was heart-wrenching.
Wen Xingyan gritted his teeth and said in a voice transmission, "I'll hold them back, you go."
Xuan Mu nodded, and the two cooperated tacitly. Wen Xingyan blocked the young master of the Mu family, while Xuan Mu's figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling among the flying soul skills and light and shadow, aiming directly at the ancient god's inheritance.
He formed seals with his hands, and the soul power in his body surged, condensing into a dark blue sword. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the air seemed to be cut open, leaving behind long and thin cracks in the space.
While Wen Xingyan was fighting with the young master of the Mu family, attracting a large amount of firepower, Xuan Mu seized the opportunity, and his long sword broke through the air and stabbed straight at the ancient god's inheritance that was surrounded by heavy enemies but no one could break through.
Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be split into two, leaving behind a dazzling and cold trail.
The moment the tip of the sword was about to touch the ancient god's inheritance, an ancient and long chant sounded from the inheritance, and circles of visible ripples spread out, colliding with Xuan Mu's dark blue sword light, sparking brilliant sparks.
Xuan Mu's face was solemn, his eyes fixed on the front, his soul power surged again, and he directly and forcibly grasped the ancient god's inheritance in his hands.
Shen Fuzhou gritted his teeth and pierced the air with his long sword, “He got the ancient god inheritance, stop him quickly!”
At Shen Fuzhou's command, the surrounding spiritual masters surged like a tide, and all kinds of soul skills shone brightly, interweaving into an impenetrable net.
The ancient god's inheritance in Xuan Mu's hand shone brightly, merging with the soul power around him, as if the ancient god of war had resurrected, and thunder and lightning surrounded him.
The attacks of the spiritual masters hit the giant lightning blade and were instantly annihilated and turned into nothingness.
He stepped on the wind, and wherever he passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by thunder, leaving behind hideous cracks, like a god descending, unstoppable.
Shen Fuzhou looked stern and rushed forward with his sword.
Xuan Mu retreated violently, shuttling through the dense forest. Every step he took shattered the void, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
The attacks of the spiritual masters all missed, only causing leaves to fly. The air was filled with extremely tense breathing and the sound of swords.
"Don't let him get away!"
Shen Fuzhou's figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly crossed a distance of several feet. The tip of the sword emitted a cold light and pointed directly at Xuan Mu's vest.
He gritted his teeth, "Xuan Mu, if you have the guts, don't run!"
Xuan Mu moved his body strangely to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, and threw a talisman that was flashing with faint light. The talisman exploded in the air and turned into a mist, blurring everyone's vision.
He snorted coldly, "Am I a fool? If I don't run, I'll just wait for you to rob me."
In the fog, Xuan Mu's figure was looming and flying towards the distance.
When Shen Fuzhou and the others broke free, Xuan Mu had already run a long distance.
"Chase him!"
Wen Xingyan stopped where he was and waved his hand, "This way."
The people in Eclipse Territory knew that Wen Xingyan had a good relationship with their young master, so when they saw Xuan Mu had already disappeared from their sight, they could only choose to believe Wen Xingyan.
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