I am a mortal, a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain

After reading the content of the sound transmission talisman, the middle-aged sword cultivator and female cultivator still had serious expressions.

But the young male cultivator had a flash of expectation, and said in his heart: "I hope this Yu Mo will be more stubborn and don't let go easily. In this way, he can only destroy his body and wipe out his traces, lest Junior Brother Long know, and that Yun Jun. Hehe"

woo woo woo~

There were bursts of clear and crisp sounds from the Dunkong sword, and the spirit patterns on the sword were brighter than before, and the speed suddenly increased by more than half, and it quickly approached the flying boat.

"I'll let the boat slow down first." The young male cultivator picked up the long flute and played it after finishing speaking.

With the sound of melodious Xiao Xiao, waves of spiritual power rippled towards the surroundings, and these ripples were accompanied by wind spiritual power.

Under the influence of Xiao Sheng, the blue spiritual wind covering the surface of Yu Mo's flying boat began to become disordered.

Shortly after.

huh huh~

The cyan spiritual wind was still unstable, and finally with the flash of blue light, the spiritual wind entwining the entire flying boat turned into a hurricane and scattered in all directions.

The clouds in a radius of tens of miles were blown away, and the foundation cultivators on the boat were blown by the wind so that it was difficult to stand still.

Without the blessing of wind power, the speed of the flying boat also suddenly decreased. After a while, the three of them came to the front and sides of the flying boat, surrounded on three sides.

The foundation-building monks on board were shocked by this accident. They recognized that the three of them were all alchemy cultivators, and their faces were full of panic.

One of the fat monks saw the logo of Haoran Pavilion on their clothes, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior, don't do anything, we are the Lingshoushan Mission. Not long ago, the embassy sent a congratulatory gift to the noble sect. It is definitely not a villain!"

Yu Mo didn't say a word, took out two bags and threw them out.

Dozens of second-level puppets appeared on the deck of the flying boat, some of them looked like turtles, and the rest were female puppet soldiers holding bows and arrows, obviously created by Lu Xuejian.

Weng buzz~

A large number of black spirit insects flew out of the other bag, thousands in number.

Each spirit insect is no more than the size of a fist and looks like a migratory locust, but its body is relatively slender and its head is very sharp like a dagger. Due to the huge number, the area of ​​the black cloud formed has reached five or six acres.

The amazing thing is that so many spirit insects didn't make any noise of flapping their wings, but were extremely quiet.

When Yu Mo was young, he was valued by Jiang Jingchen and taught the art of breeding insects, and eventually became an insect cultivator, while also minoring in puppet art and Dayan Jue.

The current imperial envoy's spirit insect is named Xuanjia Sword Locust, and the gold water attribute spirit insect has the same attributes as Yu Mo's spirit root, ranking fifty-third on the spirit insect list.

Although this kind of spirit insect does not know spells, its body is hard and sharp, and its flying speed is extremely fast. Especially after the spirit insect mobilizes the spiritual power in the body, the overall ability will be greatly enhanced.

Interestingly, this worm is an aquatic spirit worm, which builds nests and breeds in water. It is completely different from ordinary locusts that reproduce in dry places.

After decades of cultivation from generation to generation, each spirit insect can head-to-head with a high-grade magic weapon flying sword after being covered with spiritual power, and the speed is not inferior. A few of the elite individuals can even fight against ordinary magic weapons.

The spirit insect came from the collection of a certain insect idiot.

After decades of nurturing and envoys, Yu Mo has long been familiar with it. He once relied on this spirit insect to defeat several monks of the same level.

Jun Yun at the side was even more fierce, and let out a deep roar at the three of them.

"Quickly form an array and protect yourself, I may not be able to take care of you in the future."

"Yes, uncle!"

With Yu Mo's loud shout, the foundation-building monks in Lingshou Mountain quickly realized and began to cast spells, and soon a white light envelope enveloped everyone.

The fat man wanted to say something before, but was dragged into the shield by two senior brothers.

The three people in Haoran Pavilion did not intend to rush to attack, after all, the strength of the two sides was very different, and this place was their territory.

In their opinion, can the fish jump out of the pot when it is in the pot and covered with a lid?

And from their point of view, if Yu Mo wanted to escape wholeheartedly, there was still a slight chance of escaping by relying on the speed of the fifth-level Yun Jun and so many spirit insects to fight to the rear.

Now it seems that this person seems to be the Foundation Establishment disciple who wants to save his death, he is really naive and stupid.

After observing the situation behind with his spiritual sense, Yu Mo nodded slightly, took care of the three of them, and finally focused his eyes on Jianxiu who was directly in front of him.

"What do the three friends want to do?"

Although Yu Mo knew in his heart that the previous incident had exposed his flaws, he still asked.

The female cultivator was expressionless, while the male cultivator snorted coldly with mockery in his eyes.

In the end, the black-faced sword cultivator said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, why bother to ask questions knowingly? It's about Haoran Pavilion's Qingyu, and today you will not be able to leave."

"But for Junior Brother Long's sake, give Fellow Daoist a chance, as long as I let my subordinates use the ban to seal the cultivation base, Cui can guarantee the lives of Fellow Daoist and those disciples! When we return to the sect, the Supreme Elder will take care of himself."

"There is no need to say more about the consequences of refusal. Give fellow Taoists three breaths of time to think about it, and don't wait when it is too late."

Yu Mo didn't answer, but looked at the three of them indifferently.

Jianxiu surnamed Cui frowned slightly, and the other Lingshoushan disciples just killed them as soon as they were done, but this Yu Mo heard that he had a close relationship with Long Hao, so he really didn't want to kill unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, there is no impenetrable wall in this world, if the matter gets to Long Hao's ears, it will be a lot of fun if he is hated.

The young male cultivator on the side had long been overshadowed by greed, and was a little eager to try.

after three breaths

"Brother?"

The young monk saw that Jianxiu didn't move, and urged him.

Jianxiu glanced at him, finally looked at Long Hao and gritted his teeth: "The others are all killed, this old ancestor Yu Mo ordered to try to capture them alive, I need to obey the order."

Just as Jianxiu finished speaking, a voice came from all directions.

The surrounding space produced subtle waves, like a drop of water on the surface of a lake.

"Fellow Daoist is so lenient to the villains, Jiang must reciprocate."

"Let go of the resistance and let me impose a few bans on Paul and the others, but Jiang is more generous, so I will give you five breaths of time to think about it."

This voice seemed to have some kind of power attached to it. The sword energy in the sword cultivator's soul space stimulated the body independently, so it was not affected.

But the minds and souls of the remaining two were a little turbulent, their faces turned pale, and they quickly guarded their minds under the shock.

They understand that this is meeting a real strong man.

But what really made the three of them feel like they were facing a big enemy was that they couldn't detect the source of the sound and couldn't find the location of the enemy.

Without needing to communicate, the three of them quickly approached each other and stood in a triangle, guarding their surroundings.

The female cultivator took the lead in offering a brocade handkerchief and sacrificed it.

I saw that the brocade pagoda rose with the wind and turned into a huge curtain, then the brocade pagoda began to become transparent and gradually disappeared, and the cloud patterns embroidered on it seemed to come alive from the brocade pagoda, turning into real clouds .

After a while, the dense white clouds reached the size of more than ten acres and rolled endlessly. The three of them were completely enveloped by the white clouds.

Jiang Yun, who was hiding his figure, was very satisfied with the secret method of sound transmission just now.

In recent years, Jiang Yun has studied the dragon singing technique in his spare time, and developed a special sound transmission technique by combining part of the spellcasting skills with the sound transmission technique.

Jiang Yun named it: Dragon Sound Technique.

Although the power of the dragon sound technique is less than one-fifth of the original version, the consumption of the power of the soul is also negligible, and it can be used almost unlimited times.

"There are three breaths left."

Jiang Yun's voice came again. Dozens of Yunjun suddenly appeared around, five of them were high-ranking, and the leader was Qinghuo.

At the same time, spiritual swords glowing with blue light began to appear in the sky, and the number increased extremely rapidly, one hundred, three hundred, five hundred, one thousand.

In a blink of an eye, the sky above the three of them seemed to become a blue ocean.

The faces of the three people in Yun Nei turned dark. The other party claimed to be Yu Mo's master, so it was obviously Jiang Yun himself. It was said that he was a monk in the late stage of alchemy.

But this person's method actually gave them the feeling of Nascent Soul old monster making a move.

Now they are caught in a dilemma. Their purpose of coming here is to capture or kill the Spirit Beast Mountain team alive.

But now that Jiang Yun appeared, it was meaningless for them to win even if they tried their best. With the opponent's cultivation base plus the seventh-level Lord Yun, couldn't he run away if he wanted to?

This mission of murder and silence is doomed to fail.

The middle-aged sword cultivator understood that it was meaningless to fight here, and now it was time to consider how to return to the sect to report.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Jiang Yun is here? Today's incident was a misunderstanding. It's better for the two parties to stop and act as if nothing happened. This will be a good thing for both of you and me." Jianxiu's voice came from the clouds.

"One more breath."

"This is the site of my Haoran Pavilion. As long as the battle is in full swing, reinforcements will swarm in. By then, it will be too late for fellow Taoists to leave!" Jianxiu threatened.

"Time is up!"

As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, the Yunjuns disappeared again.

woo woo woo~~

The wind suddenly picked up, and it was noon when the sun was shining brightly, but with the flying sand and stones brought by the wind around, the light also began to dim, creating a scene of apocalyptic wind disaster.

In just two breaths of effort, a world of wind with a diameter of ten miles was formed.

The flying boat on Lingshou Mountain and the large number of blue spirit swords in the sky were blocked by the wind and could not be seen. Their divine senses were also disturbed and could not function at all.

Gradually, the three of them couldn't tell the direction.

Back then, Jiang Yun took some jade slips from the prairie people.

Those prairie people have a very high status, and there are some powerful spiritual spells recorded in the jade slips.

After Jiang Yun's study, he had to admit that at least in terms of the five elements of magic, the grassland people are better than the countries in the south of the sky.

And what the Yunjuns performed was one of the spiritual arts.

In terms of the control of Feng Lingli and the tacit understanding and trust among the groups, how could the Yunjun group lose to the grassland people. Coupled with the enhancement of the innate spirit pattern on Jun Yun's body to the wind spells, the power will only become stronger.

Qinghuo is naturally in charge of spiritual arts in Yunjun's group, and other Yunjuns provide spiritual power.

In fact, the spiritual power of monsters is generally higher than that of humans, which may be related to the huge size of monsters.

Exceptions are monks who have practiced advanced exercises.

These dozens of Yunjuns, including five high-ranking Yunjuns, performed this spiritual art, and its power was no less than double that of monks of the same level.

The name of this spirit technique is: Thousand Winds and Clouds