The black-robed old man subconsciously lowered his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
At first glance, he was stunned.
On the half-collapsed mountain peak, a strange-looking child was holding a young man's neck with one hand and lifting him up.
The old man's eyes narrowed. He knew the young man, he was his second disciple.
The problem was, where were his other two disciples?
And who was this child?
He stood in the air and pondered.
The Purple Lightning Lion King took this opportunity to catch its breath. Its body shrunk rapidly. In just a few seconds, it had returned to its original size.
There was still a wound on his body. The dark energy around him surged and continuously corroded his body.
He had no choice but to mobilize all his strength to resist. At the same time, he looked at Mo Yu in shock.
He had no impression of the child in front of him.
However, it seemed like this child had a grudge with Sen Luo Temple? It could be used.
His intelligence was not inferior to humans, and he had already begun to think.
The black-robed old man pondered for about three seconds before saying,""Little kid, which family are you from? Where are the adults at home?”
His initial judgment was that the child in front of him was just a smokescreen, and there were other experts hiding in the dark.
Mo Yu grinned and said," My lord, your little lord is my lord. Why do you have so much nonsense to say? Your disciple's life is in my hands now. If you want him to live, then do as I say. Now, toss that mirror in your hand to me."”
“……”
The black-robed old man was momentarily speechless. Mo Yu's performance was too arrogant and too villainous, causing him to be unable to adapt for a moment.
This was a living demon king.
He took a deep breath and said in a sinister tone,""Little child, I advise you to release him now. Otherwise, even if you are a child, I will show you the means of Sen Luo Temple.”
Mo Yu's eyes twitched.”
It was originally a very normal sentence, but coupled with Nezha's appearance and tone, one could feel the strong mockery.
At the very least, the black-robed old man was already furious.
The Yin Demon Mirror in his hand silently stood up and silently faced Mo Yu.
Mo Yu's eyelids twitched. Without hesitation, she threw the hostage in her hand and slammed it into the other party like a cannonball.
The black-robed old man subconsciously raised his hand to catch the other party.
For a moment, he was puzzled. The other party had returned the hostage so easily?
Although he did not care about his disciple's life or death.
However, the moment he caught it, his expression changed."No!"
Roar!
The figure in his hand suddenly transformed into an amethyst beast, opening its mouth and biting at his neck.
"Hahaha, old man, this young master's camouflage is not bad, right?”Mo Yu laughed from below.
However, the black-robed old man's reaction was extremely fast. He clenched his fist, and a ball of black fog enveloped his fist. He then took the opportunity to smash it toward the amethyst beast's head.
"A mere amethyst demonic beast dares to act so presumptuously in front of me!”
The power of the punch caused an explosion in the air, and the Amethyst Beast's head exploded.
The difference in strength was too great.
The black-robed old man snorted in disdain. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. In the next moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong and his smile instantly disappeared.
The Amethyst Beast's head did not have any blood. Instead, it had turned into a cloud of mist.
Bang!
The Amethyst Beast transformed once more, turning into a long red silk. It swept through the air, intending to bind the old man.
Double camouflage.
Mo Yu had long stopped laughing and looked up at the sky.
From the very beginning, he had never thought of using the Amethyst Beast to launch a sneak attack. He had already secretly judged the old man's battle prowess.
The battle with Leonis had affected a radius of several hundred miles.
This kind of combat strength was definitely at the Mountain Collapsing Level.
Mo Yu judged that he was not inferior to her after her transformation.
It might even be stronger. After all, he was only in the initial stage of transformation, and his compatibility was not high enough. He could not fully release the power of the magic pill.
It was also because of this that from the beginning, he had used a smokescreen to double the changes of the Heaven Chaos Silk.
It would be best if he could directly kill the other party.
The Red Sky Silk soared into the sky like a red dragon. The black-robed old man felt his breath stop and the power in his body was slightly restricted.
He had been through hundreds of battles and reacted extremely quickly.
He retreated slightly and formed a hand seal. Six wisps of devilish Qi shot out of the devilish mirror in his hand and fused into his body. His figure instantly blurred.
The Chaos Sky Sash attacked, falling down in circles, and then suddenly gathered.
Humph!
The black-robed old man let out a muffled groan. His body turned into mist and scattered in all directions. He split into six paths. It was the gas that had appeared in the magic mirror just now.
Three hundred meters away, the six streams of mist merged together, and the black-robed elder appeared once again.
However, his face was paler than before, and his aura was obviously weaker. He looked at the Chaos Sky Silk with fear.
"What kind of treasure is this? How can it hurt me, who is a Yin God?”
He was shocked in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He only lowered his head to look at Mo Yu with a grave expression, as if he was treating Mo Yu as a great enemy of the same cultivation level.
Mo Yu stood below and waved her hand. The Red Sky Silk naturally landed on his body and curled around his elbow, floating behind him like a bright red ribbon.
The black-robed old man looked at all of this coldly and did not stop it. Just now, when they had first exchanged blows, the Red Sky Silk had given him a strong pressure.
He had a vague feeling that this red silk treasure was of a higher grade than the Yin Demon Mirror in his hand.
"Little kid, I'm the thirty-sixth hall elder of Sen Luo Temple, Xuan Mo. I wonder which clan you're from. How dare you interfere in the affairs of Sen Luo Temple?”
The black-robed old man said in a deep voice. He could tell that the Chaos Sky Silk was extraordinary and not a treasure that a rogue cultivator could possess. He was certain that Mo Yu came from a large sect.
Or perhaps some geniuses nurtured by some hidden forces wanted to cheat him of his background.
Sen Luo Temple was extremely powerful and had a fearsome reputation in the Dongxuan Great World. Ordinary forces would be terrified by its name.
"He wants to know my identity and see if I have any backing.”
Mo Yu rolled her eyes and immediately understood the old man's thoughts. She thought about it and realized that she could use the system to continuously transform. She definitely would not keep her identity as Nezha.
Now that the other party was asking, it would be better to take advantage of the situation and make up a faction. In the future, no matter who he transformed into, he could say that he was from the same faction.
But what should he call her?
After thinking for two seconds, his eyes lit up. He had already thought of the name of this organization.
"What Sen Luo Temple? I've never heard of it. As for my background…" he said with a contemptuous smile.
"I came from the legends."
His tone was leisurely, as if it could pierce through endless time.
The black-robed elder frowned." From the legends? What did he mean? The Mythological Era had long been lost in the vast history. There was no trace of it at all.
Or is the force behind you called the Myths?”
"Take a guess." Mo Yu chuckled.
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