"Liu Longyang, is it you?" Mo Wentian's face changed. Although he escaped from danger, the power of the Cold Light Blade made him feel scared. A pseudo-magic magic spell, a third-level talisman, and a high-level spell. He used various means to barely resist the fierce light of the Cold Light Blade. The lower-grade magic weapon was indeed extraordinary.

"Good boy, I'm very alert!" Liu Longyang's sharp voice sounded, and he walked two steps from the front of the cabin door, staring at the treasure hunting rat on the ground coldly, and said in amazement: "The talented skills of this spirit rat are probably treasure hunting. No wonder you can easily find the treasure. With your cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi Refining, I really envious."

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly turned cold and he said sternly: "Boy, if you don't present the jade box, the spirit rat, and your storage bag with both hands, you can't spare your life."

A look of uncertainty flashed across Mo Wentian's face. After a long time, he seemed to be a little surrendered and hesitated: "Fellow Daoist Liu is serious about this."

A sarcastic look flashed in Liu Longyang's eyes and said sharply: "With your cultivation level of Qi Refining, if I want to kill you, I will need to lie without any effort?"

Mo Wentian sneered. The Cold Light Blade is a low-grade magic weapon. Although it is powerful, the spiritual energy consumed is extremely majestic. Although Liu Longyang has the cultivation level of Qi Refining Great Perfection, he can only use it three or five times. If he wants to kill him now, it will be quite tiring, not as easy as he said. Liu Longyang obviously understood this point, so he did not take action immediately.

Suppressing his thoughts, Mo Wentian raised the elixir box in his hand and said respectfully: "Fellow Daoist Liu, this jade box has just been obtained from the lower body. I haven't opened it to check it yet, and I don't know what treasures are hidden inside? If Fellow Daoist Liu wants it, I will offer it to you."

Liu Longyang raised his eyes and stared at the jade box half a foot square, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. I don’t know what material it was made of, it was filled with brilliance and shining with dazzling light.

"It's indeed a treasure, throw it over and let me see it." Liu Longyang's eyes were attracted, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

Mo Wentian did not hesitate and threw the jade box over and said with a laugh: "Fellow Daoist Liu, please take it."

Liu Longyang snorted coldly. His left hand broke when he was picking Yang Lingcao. Now only his right hand is available. He reached out to catch the jade box and was about to hold it in his hand to open it, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that his right hand was extremely stiff, as if the blood was frozen. He looked in shock and his face turned pale. He saw that his right hand had solidified into a stone, and the blue-gray color spread upward along his wrist. Wherever he went, it immediately turned into a cold stone.

"Fossilization!" Liu Longyang exclaimed in horror. He was also a cruel person. He made a quick decision and used the ice blade to cut off his right arm shoulder-to-shoulder. The broken arm fell to the ground and fell into several red gravels. Even the bones and blood inside had turned into cold stones.

It turned out that Mo Wentian put a third-level fossil talisman on the bottom of the jade box. The light of the talisman was hidden under the jade box. If you don’t look closely, it will be difficult to distinguish. While throwing out the jade box, you can activate the power of the talisman. Liu Longyang was very greedy, so how could he notice these details?

Mo Wentian took a good opportunity and activated the strongest pseudo-magic magic spell to bind the snake to entangle the flames. A white fire snake crawled forward, spitting out a bone-broken breath, and entangled towards Liu Longyang.

"Beast, I want to kill you!" Liu Longyang was furious at this time, his ferocious face was full of resentment. However, this strange fire snake forced him to be afraid. He used the Cold Light Blade and slashed the fire snake several times in succession, cutting it into several pieces. However, the fire snake had a change in its magic power and naturally would not die. The cut-off snakes grew their heads and tails, crawled on the ground, and surrounded him tightly.

"What kind of flame is this?" Liu Longyang was furious and was shocked. His ice blade was the nemesis of the flame. As long as he got a little closer, the raging fire would be extinguished immediately. This person not only could pseudo-magic powers and magics bind the snake to entangle the flames, but what was even more incomprehensible was that the flames were so strange. The extremely cold aura made people afraid.

Liu Longyang did not care about the consumption of spiritual energy, and crazily sacrificed the ice blades and cut the fire snakes into pieces. There was no more threats. The fire snakes dissipated, but more than a dozen thick vines grew on the ground and entangled them, but they were soon chopped to the ground by the cold light blade.

Mo Wen's appearance was crazy. After the snail surgery, he casts spells continuously, such as water pricking, fireball, earth pricking, and even the pseudo-magic magic spell, Feng and Water Explosion. However, Liu Longyang has a low-grade magic weapon, and his magical powers are not weak, and he can't fight for a long time. His dantian spirit gradually ran out, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. If Liu Longyang recovered and turned his defense to attack, as long as he sacrificed the ice blade, he would be unable to stop it.

But at this moment, a bad feeling arose in Mo Wentian's heart. It seemed that in the dark, there were eyes watching coldly. It was not a pair of people's eyes, staring at by those eyes, as if he had become its prey. This was not from dangerous instinct, but from the sense of spiritual consciousness. If it weren't for taking the Divine Yuan Dan, Mo Wentian wouldn't have felt this way at all.

Liu Longyang also seemed to notice something was wrong, his face looked particularly ugly. While casting a spell, he roared: "Who is sneaky? Why don't you come out for me?"

Responding to his silence, Liu Longyang had no sufficient spiritual energy to use the cold light blade at this time, so he had to put it into the storage bag and use some earth-attribute spells, such as ground spells, quicksand technique, earthen mint technique and Mo Wentian to fight.

However, the moment Liu Longyang cast a spell, there was a slight "pop" sound, his eyes immediately became dull and his expression became confused. A blood hole suddenly appeared on the cover of the skull, and a mouthpiece that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive was stabbed in. The brain marrow was sucked along the mouthpiece and penetrated into a black shadow above his head.

Liu Longyang's face became extremely ferocious and let out a shrill scream. The invisible monster seemed to be lying on his shoulder, holding his brain and sucking his brain. This scene was really terrifying.

Mo Wentian was so shocked that his hair stood up sharply. He waved his long sleeves and more than a dozen wind blades flew out like lightning. The monster was cut out of a wound and made a loud noise. He threw away Liu Longyang, who had died, and disappeared into the darkness.

But Mo Wentian knew that it had not gone far, and his eyes were still watching coldly in the dark, like a shrewd hunter. When the prey was waiting for its prey to lose its vigilance, the cold gaze made the skull numb.

Mo Wentian was cautious and carefully put the treasure hunting rat into the beast-controlling bag, then picked up the elixir box on the ground, slowly put it into the storage bag, walked two steps, slowly bent down, and took Liu Longyang's storage bag in his hand.

But at this moment, spiritual energy fluctuations came from outside the hatch, and a voice was shocked and said: "Fellow Daoist, it turns out it's you."

Mo Wentian looked up and recognized this person. He was Lu Yan, a disciple of Tianxin Sect, and sneered: "Fellow Daoist Lu, what do you think of the teachings?"

Lu Yan stared at Liu Longyang's storage bag with his eyes tightly. A greedy look flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips and said, "Fellow Daoist, you can get a bargain. It turns out that he has made money here, but the so-called person who sees him has a share. I believe you won't understand this principle!"

Mo Wentian ignored him, but was just alert. The eyes in the dark seemed to be approaching a little, which made him frightened. He didn't understand what the monster intended?

Lu Yan did not have Mo Wentian’s powerful spiritual consciousness, so he naturally would not notice it. Seeing that the god seemed to belong, he ignored him and couldn’t help but feel angry and said, “Fellow Daoist, do you want to force me to take action?”

Before he could finish his words, he heard a slight sound of "pop". There was a blood hole in his head. The monster's mouthpart pierced inside, instantly sucking the brain marrow away.

"Go to die!" Mo Wentian seized the opportunity and used the fastest wind blade technique to attack. The monster hissed, and two bloody wounds were cut on his body. He flashed and disappeared into the darkness, but he escaped far away and no longer appeared.
Chapter completed!