A sharp sound of breaking through the air crossed the night sky.

Such a huge movement naturally alarmed the two of them. Feng Shuzhu and Mo Boyiyi looked at each other.

Mo Boyiyi looked very calm, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, saying, "They are indeed here."

Although Feng Shuzhu didn't know who they were talking about, she knew that they must be her opponent, and she wanted to go to Tianzhu with her. After saying this, the "they" she mentioned would be her opponent.

In the dim tent, Mo Boyiyi's gentle words came again, but there was a hint of gentleness, saying, "Young Master Feng must remember not to take action."

Although Feng Shuzhu didn't know why she would speak like this, she still nodded gently.

The two sat behind the shorts, without any movement.

A few more sharp sounds came from outside the tent, followed by a sound of footsteps, and it was obvious that someone was coming again.

The people seemed to have discussed for a while, then spread out and surrounded the tent from several directions. Someone shouted a few words in Huyu, and it was obvious that they were a middle-aged man with a thick voice, but with a hint of timidity.

After hearing the man shouting, it was quiet outside the tent, and inside the tent was also quiet. Moboyi was motionless and sat calmly, as if she had not heard the shouting outside at all.

Feng Shuzhu also sat quietly because he couldn't understand what the man was saying.

The people outside seemed to be sure that there was someone in the tent, and that was the person they were looking for, but after waiting for a while, they didn't answer. The people seemed to be getting more and more impatient, and then another person shouted a few times.

Feng Shuzhu turned his head gently and saw Mo Boyiyi closing her eyes, just like an old monk entering into meditation, turning a deaf ear to the people outside.

The people outside became even more impatient, but seemed to be very afraid and did not dare to rush in.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and people outside slowly walked around the tent, but no one dared to step forward.

After another cup of tea, the people outside seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and suddenly stopped. Then there was only a slight sound, a red light, as thin as a slight flash, flew in through the tent.

The red line coiled around the tent for a few times, then "swooshed" and flew straight towards Moboyiyi like a poisonous snake launching an attack.

Mo Boyiyi didn't look at it, but still closed her eyes. She just raised her hand gently, stretched out her two fingers, and clamped the end of the red line.

Before she could use any spell, she heard a tragic scream from the people outside, lying to the ground, and the people around her were even more shocked and dispersed.

The red line in Moboyi's fingers also dissipated. As if she had heard nothing, she slowly lowered her hand and continued to sit quietly.

The people outside seemed to be nervous, and after a long time, someone shouted loudly.

Moboyiyi was still motionless, turning a blind eye to everything outside and listening to it.

After waiting for a while, the people outside seemed to have lost their last patience. After a while of shouting, various magic weapons came from different directions, carrying various colors of light, through the tent.

Feng Shuzhu could see at a glance that the masters of these magic weapons were not inferior to each other, and he didn't feel any movement in his heart. He could see Mo Boyiyi looking at him through the dim light.

Then, Mo Boyiyi gently raised her hand and snatched the magic trick. A white light suddenly rose from behind her head. Like a peacock spreading her tail, various strange-shaped monsters were struggling and scattering, and at the same time, a huge demonic aura was raised. The wind blowing the bamboo clothes were whispering, making it difficult for her eyes to open.

The huge demon stream was like an endless wave, attacking the surroundings with a rush of mountains and seas. Those magic weapons came very quickly, and they had already flew in front of them at this moment, but when they touched the demon stream, they were all stalemate and could not move forward.

Feng Shuzhu looked at it with concentration for a while and frowned slightly because he found that those magic weapons were not unable to move forward, but could not extricate themselves after contacting the demon stream. They were "sticked" in different directions and could not escape. After a moment, the monsters in the white light began to act, pounced on those magic weapons that could not be used, and constantly injected magic power into those magic weapons.

A flower ghost claw at the top corner of the tent was entangled by two monsters and could not escape. The magic power was transmitted, and the light of the ghost claw quickly dimmed and it kept trembling.

Mo Bo is calm and calm, and his palms are changing. It is rare to do this. Feng Shuzhu cannot help but look at him sideways.

Suddenly, there was a scream outside, and a man was lying on the ground. After a sound of sound, his body was split and his bones remained.

Only in this way did Feng Shuzhu understand that the demon flow not only erodes the magic weapon, but also passes it back through the magic weapon, directly killing the owner of the magic weapon.

This kind of magic skill that is not bloodless is really frightening. He finally understood what those people outside were afraid of at the beginning.

Then there were screams and bursts, and the people outside the tent fell to the ground and died one by one.

When only the last magic weapon that was sucked was left, Moboyi suddenly put away the magic tricks and the white light behind her head disappeared instantly. The magic weapon ran away tremblingly like a fish breaking free from the fishing net. The owner of the magic weapon collapsed to the ground outside, not knowing that it was caused by fright or being injured.

I heard Mo Boyi say a few nonsense, and his voice was very gentle, but it was afraid of any violation or resistance.

After hearing this, the people outside fell to the ground, responded several times in horror, and then turned around and turned and turned away.

Everything returned to quiet again, Mo Boyiyi sat behind a short distance, looking as if nothing had happened.

Feng Shuzhu also sat there without saying anything. After a while, Mo Boyi said, "Young Master Feng, how can you not speak?" Feng Shuzhu heard this and pondered for a moment, saying, "Why did you leave a living mouth?"

Moboyi smiled and said, "I want them to fear, fear, and everyone is at risk. I always worry that I will go back."

Feng Shuzhu paused and then asked, "They? Who are they?"

Hearing this, Mo Boyi was silent for a while, and seemed to sigh slightly, and said, "They are another elders of the Holy Sect. Now, he is completely controlled by the Heavenly Prison."

Feng Shuzhu nodded slowly as she heard this, and said, "You are homeless, so you built a villa."

Moboyiyi said: "Not bad."

Feng Shuzhu said again: "You summoned the Yuan Jianxian with the purpose of using their power to attack another elder."

Moboyiyi said: "Not bad."

Feng Shuzhu said again: "Actually, you don't know the actual situation of the Demon Lord."

Mo Bo Yiyi said, "Not bad."

Feng Shuzhu said again: "You want me to sneak into the Heavenly Prison to investigate the real situation of the Demon Sect."

Mo Bo Yiyi said again: "Not bad."

Feng Shuzhu thought for a while and said, "What can I do if I know? Another elder has already controlled the entire sect."

Moboyi seemed to smile faintly and said, "So what, you have seen that the disciples are just being instigated and kept in the dark."

Feng Shuzhu admired Mo Boyiyi's confidence very much, and couldn't help but look over and nod.

Mo Boyiyi also looked over, looked at Feng Shuzhu's eyes and said, "Why, do you regret it?"

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "A gentleman promises, let alone Feng doesn't know what to regret."

Mo Boyiduo looked at Feng Shuzhu and smiled and said, "It's so good. But after the matter is done, I still have to duel with you."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and did not answer. After a while, he said again: "Why, do we still have to wait here? Should we wait for the army of demons or another elder?"

Mo Boyi smiled and said, "You Central Plains people often say that gentlemen seek good fortune and avoid bad luck and avoid sharpness." After that, they stood up.

Feng Shuzhu also stood up, and the two of them slowly walked out of the tent, as if they were not hiding from the enemy, but seeing if the enemy had come.

Outside the tent, they stopped and looked up at the sky, and saw the sky like a cover, shining with stars.

The cold wind blew in the distance, with a little chill, dispelling the bloody smell emitted by the people who had just fought, which was very unpleasant.

Mo Boyiyi withdrew her gaze, turned her head, looked at Feng Shuzhu, and said softly: "Let's go."
Chapter completed!