King of the Fairy City

"Nine Heavens Leading Thunder" is a high-level spell. In the hands of Ye Mo today, it can exert far more power than a monk at the Golden Core Stage can cast this spell.

But each of these blood puppets in front of him has a body that is not weaker than a small magic weapon. Ye Mo naturally does not expect this spell to cause any harm to them. As long as this thunder spell can play its due role, it is enough.

The sky that was originally extremely clear suddenly changed, and huge dark clouds formed that covered the sky and the earth.

"Boom."

Thunder rumbled and rolled down, shaking the heaven and earth. Thousands of miles of thunderclouds rolled continuously, as if a world-destroying thunderstorm was brewing.

The dark and gloomy thunderclouds did not brew for a long time, but they were so powerful that they gave people the illusion of being over their heads, which was frightening.

Not long after, countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, each one as thick as a bucket, twisting and twisting like thunder dragons rushing down, forming a divine thunder waterfall, aiming directly at the nine blood puppets below.

"Thunder spell!"

The nine blood puppets looked surprised.

It was so unexpected. They thought that Ye Mo could only control the Eight Elements Flying Sword by practicing special skills. They never thought that there would be an Eight Elements cultivator, let alone an Eight Elements cultivator with such mixed spiritual roots. He can actually cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, Ye Mo's high-level grenade spell gave them a blow.

The thunder spell was so fast that few spells in the world could match it. The nine blood puppets were still shocked, and the large thunder waterfall had already enveloped them all.

The earth shook violently, countless cracks spread rapidly, and the overbearing thunder spirit filled the world. In an instant, more than a dozen houses were destroyed by the mana fluctuations and disappeared into ashes. All the fields and crops also disappeared, and the air There was a strong burning smell.

Soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and several tiny lightning arcs appeared on the ground, clinging to the nine black-copper-colored human bodies.

"Is this the real body? It seems that thunder spells are useless."

Looking at the nine puppets standing in the big pit struck by the divine thunder, Ye Mo looked solemn.

Under the powerful power of thunder and lightning, the extremely fragile skin of the blood puppets could not withstand any setback at all, and was easily smashed to pieces. However, the puppet body under the skin did not have any scars at all.

"If the thunder spell works, will it be your turn to dance in front of us?"

There were nine puppets, two tall and seven small. One of the tall puppets opened his mouth and said coldly.

Ye Mo was silent when he heard this. He did take it for granted. He thought that all things are interdependent and there is always a spell to deal with these puppets. In fact, this is also true, but it is not just a simple thunder spell.

From this point of view, ice spells are useless, unless Ye Mo's ice spells can be practiced to the point where they can freeze small magic weapons to pieces.

But in this case, there is no other way. Apart from using the Heaven-Bearing Divine Thunder to destroy the interior, the only option is to fight hard and destroy it by force.

There is really no other way. Ye Mo doesn't mind doing this. However, even if he fights face to face, he must have some plans. He can't just waste it with nine puppets. God knows how long they can fight. Maybe he will be exhausted. These blood puppets are still alive. It's full of life.

The nine blood puppets would not give Ye Mo time to think of a solution. After moving their bodies for a while, they used their magic weapons again and attacked Ye Mo fiercely.

Ye Mo's expression became solemn, and he also controlled nine flying swords and fought with nine blood puppets.

After fighting with the nine blood puppets for a long time, Ye Mo couldn't help but get a headache.

Ye Mo sacrificed nine flying swords, and the nine blood puppets also sacrificed nine magic weapons. Although the magic weapons of the nine blood puppets were slightly inferior, they were not unable to compete. What gave Ye Mo a headache was that these nine blood puppets The puppet is even more ferocious than himself, a monk who practices the "God Splitting Technique". While controlling the magical weapon to resist his own flying sword, he tries hard to bully him and uses his puppet body to fight him at close range.

No matter how confident Ye Mo is, he doesn't think he can fight against a small magical weapon with his physical body. What's more, these are nine small magical weapons. Each blood puppet is equivalent to a small magical weapon. It can be imagined that the physical body is powerful.

It's not that Ye Mo hasn't tried to fight hard, on the contrary, it's only after he tried that he didn't want to fight with bare hands.

However, these nine blood puppets cooperated so well. They were like one body with each other. They entangled Ye Mo so tightly that Ye Mo couldn't escape and could only evade in embarrassment.

"Moon Flower Sphere - Brahma!"

Ye Mo was suffocated by the pressure. Not long after the fight, his five fingers suddenly opened up. The magic power in his palms fluctuated horribly. In a blink of an eye, a moonlight-colored ball the size of a human head was condensed and pushed forward fiercely.

Different from the previous spells, the lowest level of this "Moon Flower Spell - Brahma" is the minor magical power level. The power of this spell is much more terrifying than the astonishing "Nine Heavens Leading Thunder", even if it is a blood puppet. I was willing to take this hard hit and quickly dodge away.

"hateful!"

Ye Mo gritted his teeth, his annoyed and depressed look clearly caught the eyes of the nine blood puppets, and their attack on Ye Mo became more and more fierce.

However, they soon felt something was wrong.

Although Ye Mo has been suppressed by them, he has never been seriously injured, and he still has time to gather the magic balls to attack them. Even if none of these magic balls can hit, Ye Mo still keeps gathering the magic balls to attack.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Mo had condensed six magic balls, but all of them were empty.

No matter how slow the blood puppet thought, he still felt something was wrong at this moment, and looked at Ye Mo with doubts.

"Discovered it? Unfortunately, it's too late."

Ye Mo saw the weird expressions among the nine blood puppets looking at each other and chuckled. The expressions of the nine blood puppets suddenly changed and they hurriedly retreated.

Unfortunately, before they could retreat, Ye Mo uttered a soft chant: "Fanhua - Break!"

The word "break" was like a heavenly sound, and it sounded like the sound of a morning bell, causing the nine blood puppets to tremble slightly, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Boom!"

...

With a "bang", Ye Mo sat down on the ground, lying on the ground without any image, gasping for breath.

While controlling the nine flying swords to fight, he racked his brains to calculate the nine blood puppets, and condensed six moonlight magic balls, and finally cast "Fanhua Break", which really exhausted him.

You know, each moonlight magic ball is equivalent to a small magical spell. With Ye Mo's cultivation, he can only cast six at most, but in this case, the mana to cast "Fanhua Break" is not enough.

Now, Ye Mo not only condensed six magic balls, but also used "Fanhua Po" to detonate six magic balls, which really drained his mana. Physically and mentally, Ye Mo was extremely exhausted and couldn't even pretend to be safe and sound.

If he hadn't killed the two blood puppets at the beginning, it would have been too difficult for Ye Mo to win. This time it was also a very risky approach. Ye Mo shook his head secretly in his heart and never did it casually in the future.

Not long after lying down, Ye Mo sat cross-legged again, took out the pill from the storage bag and swallowed it, and then summoned five kangaroo monsters from the micro world, and then he felt relieved to restore his mana.

Three hours passed.

Ye Mo stood up energetically and let the five kangaroo monsters return to the micro world.

It was unclear how many cultivators came from various forces this time, but as long as a little check was done, it would definitely be found out. Normally, Ye Mo would not let the kangaroo monster, A Li and other monsters come out, and this was also a trump card, it would be better not to show it.

After all, Ye Mo knew the horror of inertial thinking. Everyone knew that he specialized in magic and used flying swords. Suddenly summoning several Yuanying-stage pets would make anyone panic. This was his trump card. Including Ye Mo's "Tian Kui Tyrant Body Art" and the forbidden array plate given by Su Zizhen, the combination of the two made Ye Mo even more ferocious in some cases.

Afterwards, after checking the small village, Ye Mo walked out of the peach blossom forest and walked up along the river.

After walking out of this area, Ye Mo soon met other foreign cultivators. Ye Mo did not show hostility, and the cultivator of the Immortal City Alliance did not take the initiative to provoke Ye Mo.

After walking a distance, Ye Mo felt the horror of the blood puppet.

From other cultivators, Ye Mo learned that the hidden dangers of blood puppets in various forces had erupted, and many cultivators died because of it, and even two venerables died, which was shocking.

Not only that, because of the teleportation, the various forces have been completely separated and dispersed. Countless blood puppets took the opportunity to pretend to be cultivators of various forces. After approaching, they waited for an opportunity to attack and kill, with a very high success rate. As a result, the forces were panicked. What they feared most was not seeing the indigenous demons and hostile cultivators, but their own people!

In short, the various forces were in chaos. Many cultivators would rather travel alone than travel with cultivators of the same force. This news was told to Ye Mo by the demon cultivator of the Demon Sect. Ye Mo easily gained trust after proving his identity.

In addition, Ye Mo also learned a shocking news: it turned out that after entering this place, the Venerables were not completely the same as the Nascent Soul cultivators. They had privileges, that is, they could cast a weakened version of the great magical spells, which consumed a lot of mana, but absolutely crushed the Nascent Soul cultivators.

After learning this news, the Venerables finally breathed a sigh of relief, and some unlucky Nascent Soul cultivators, because of their arrogance, offended the Venerables, so they were wiped out.

So many things happened in just a few days, which was something Ye Mo had not expected. However, he did not pay attention to these things. He continued to go up the river and had already walked a very long distance.

On this day, Ye Mo cast a wind spell and galloped quickly in the forest.

As fast as lightning, his graceful figure left a trail of afterimages, passing through tall mountains, with cold smoke drifting under his feet, maintaining his incredibly amazing speed.

Still crossing a mountain, Ye Mo's keen perception noticed the difference of this mountain, and his fast figure suddenly slowed down, and then hid behind a hidden rock, with a faint breath like soil and stone.

Looking into the distance, a figure as straight as a gun and a slightly hunched figure confronted each other on the top of the mountain, with a heavy breath like a mountain. The two figures were like straight mountains on the mountain, constantly colliding violently.

The straight figure was wearing a black tight-fitting coarse linen shirt, holding a gray-white sword like a rock, with thick sword eyebrows across his eyes, revealing a bit of sharp and murderous aura.

The other figure was covered with thick and lush hair, with a pointed face and monkey cheeks. There were eight strong and powerful arms with blue veins between his ribs. His eyes were full of spirituality and evil spirit, and he was extremely fierce. He beat his chest and forcibly attacked the monk holding a big sword. The huge fluctuation of mana stirred up the wind and clouds.

"The monks of the Sword Demon Palace and the eight-armed demon ape? How did this man and this demon fight?"

Ye Mo hid in the dark, and he couldn't help wondering.

The eight-armed demon ape is a demon tribe that has been extinct for a long time. In other words, it is an indigenous demon tribe. Unless the human race takes the initiative to provoke it, or competes for natural materials and treasures, the indigenous demon tribe will not provoke foreign monks casually.

However, even so, Ye Mo had no interest in the fight between this man and this demon.

What really interested Ye Mo was the powerful body of the eight-armed demon ape. For some reason, Ye Mo actually felt a familiar taste on it, which was incredible.

This indigenous demon clan was trapped here a hundred thousand years ago, but Ye Mo felt a familiar feeling in its demon skills, which was enough to make Ye Mo interested.

The battle between the monks from the Sword Demon Palace and the eight-armed demon ape quickly determined the winner.

Although the monks from the Sword Demon Palace have a higher level of cultivation than the Eight-armed Demon Ape, the Eight-armed Demon Ape is really overbearing and unparalleled. He beat the monks from the Sword Demon Palace until they lost their temper. In the end, they seized on the flaw and beat the monks from the Sword Demon Palace until they vomited blood, and then It was torn in half on the spot and fell directly!

However, even though the eight-armed demon ape won, it was also a miserable victory. One of his arms was cut off, and he was in an extremely embarrassed state.

This is the time.

Ye Mo dusted off the dust on his body, and Shi Shiran walked out from his hiding place, looking at the eight-armed monster ape with a smile, walking slowly and slowly.

The eight-armed demon ape discovered Ye Mo immediately. It never expected that there would be a human race, an outsider, hidden on this mountain so close.

The eight-armed demon ape is also well-informed. He has seen this kind of mantis stalking cicadas and the oriole behind countless times. Although it happened to him this time, there were not many accidents. His ferocity remained unabated and he was ruthless. He bared his teeth at Ye Mo and warned Ye Mo not to get close.

"The little monkey is quite fierce."

Ye Mo saw this and said lightly.

Little...monkey?

The eight-armed demon ape was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. His seven arms were flailing around, pointing at Ye Mo and screaming continuously. He was obviously very angry at Ye Mo's understatement.

After hundreds of years of practice, few monsters dare to call themselves little monkeys. How could such a bold alien human race dare to be so disrespectful to me? It is simply unreasonable.

"Hey! Are you, a human race, looking for death? If you are interested, kneel down and salute quickly, and then get out of this mountain. Otherwise, he will be your role model."

The eight-armed demon ape warned with a sharp voice and bared teeth.

Con Ye was silent and casually said: "If you were not injured, I could do two things for you. What a pity, what a pity. You were so badly injured, I'm afraid I can't even do one."

"Despicable, shameless!"

The face of the eight-armed demon turned red with anger.

"Well said, now I give you two choices: First, resist to the end, and I will torture you to death bit by bit. I heard that there is a way to eat monkey brains alive. Maybe I can try it this time. Second, I ask, you answer, be obedient, and I will give you a pleasure."

Ye Mo's expression remained unchanged, as if everything was under control and he was confident.

The poor eight-armed demon ape was so upright that it even asked itself how to eat monkey brains alive. Naturally, it became very angry. At the same time, there was a sense of fear in its eyes. At this moment, it actually felt that those mortals in the world were more powerful than others. The monsters here are terrifying.

The eight-armed demon ape turned pale when he thought of eating the monkey's brain alive. Under Ye Mo's eyes, which were like looking at delicious food, the eight-armed demon ape finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to cooperate.

Seeing that the eight-armed demon ape cooperated obediently, Ye Mo didn't waste any words. The "Tian Kui Ba Body Art" started to operate, and the strength of the dragon-like dragon surged several times again. At the same time, the eight-armed demon ape's eyes widened.

"Immortal combat body! It turns out that you are also cultivating a branch of the immortal combat body."

The high-pitched voice of the eight-armed demon ape was full of vibrations.

"What is the immortal battle body?"

Ye Mo's eyes flashed with a bright light and he asked.

Knowing that Ye Mo was cultivating the branch of the Immortal War Body, the eight-armed demon ape's eyes became much more complex. He looked at Ye Mo for a long time before sighing, turning his head to look at the distant sky, and said: "You don't know about the Immortal War Body, but You should know the original nine most powerful princes of the Kunpeng Divine Sect."

Ye Mo nodded, of course he knew this.

The eight-armed demon ape continued: "Immortal Blood King, Immortal Martial King, Undefeated War King, what can you think of?"

"Immortal Martial King...Immortal Battle Body...you mean..."

Ye Mo's body shook and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"The Immortal Combat Body, to be precise, should be called the "Immortal Combat Body Dao Cultivation Technique", which is above the great supernatural power spells and at the same level as the Dao Dao spells."

The eight-armed demon ape's voice was suddenly filled with pride.