King of the Fairy City

A year ago, Ye Mo got Yin Jiuchen's divine ape nine transformations. This magical power completely replaced the "Thousand Changes Disguise Art", but it was more magical than the latter. No matter what it changed into, it was not just an illusion, but it actually became that thing. It was not an exaggeration to call it a fairy art.

With such a magical power, Ye Mo's heart began to beat anxiously.

If it were normal, he would not be so anxious to break through, but now was a critical moment. How could he get the recognition of the Huangfu family without proving his qualifications?

So, under Ye Mo's careful planning, Yin Jiuchen turned into himself, and he appeared in the home of Huangmu Shenjun Yuhao with another face. With the relationship between Huangfu Qiuyu and Huangfu Feiniu, he got an identity certificate.

After that, Ye Mo changed his appearance, put on a mask, and began to take tasks crazily in the Merit Hall to hone himself. As a result, the Beiming Xiuxian world had an amazing combat power and a mysterious golden-faced man who was elusive.

In order to conceal his identity, Ye Mo even used Yin Jiuchen's powerful stick fighting skills to show his powerful body and stick skills.

It was under such careful cover-up that Ye Mo's true identity had never been discovered in the past year.

As for his own cultivation, he had broken through from the seventh level of the Nascent Soul to the eighth level of the Nascent Soul as early as after Yin Jiuchen's bloodline transformation. After a period of tempering and swallowing, his cultivation rose rapidly. Therefore, more than two months ago, Ye Mo made another breakthrough and was promoted to the ninth level of the Nascent Soul.

Although this speed is not as fast as the Blood Demon, it also makes Ye Mo very satisfied.

Ye Mo didn't want to take this mission, but this was a mission issued by the Tiancheng League. The reward was the Yuan-eating Fruit born in the Netherworld. The grade reached the thirteenth grade. It was not precious, but it was definitely rare.

This fruit was born in the Netherworld, absorbing the dead air to grow, and it was extremely poisonous. It might not be enough as a spiritual material, but as a poison, it was more than enough. Even the Venerable cultivators in the early stage of the God of Transformation would be crippled if they took it.

This fruit alone cannot attract the powerful Xuan Wang hunter, so there are other spiritual materials as a foil. Even so, there are very few cultivators willing to take action.

It happened that Ye Mo knew from A Li that the Nether Spirit Grass combined with this Yuan Xi Fruit can be refined into a very rare elixir. If you are lucky, you can stimulate the vitality in the Nether Spirit Grass and refine a large elixir that greatly increases your life span.

Ye Mo was worried about not having a good birthday gift to give to Huangfu Yan's grandmother. How could he miss such an opportunity, so he took on this task.

Never expected that the people of the Tiancheng League were so shameless. They completed the task but broke their promises, and instead forced themselves to join the pirate ship.

What Ye Mo didn't expect was that he had checked the information of the middle-aged man in green before he came. This person has good qualifications, but that's all. The ninth level of the Nascent Soul is already the limit. Now he has become a God Transformation Venerable!

If it were only physical means and stick techniques, Ye Mo would not be this man's opponent. Fortunately, he was hiding his identity, so most of his means were not used.

Especially the eight-series flying swords. Now all eight flying swords have been refined into small magical instruments. With all eight series, the magical power of the Purple Sword Palace that dominates the world of immortal cultivation is no joke!

With a wave of his hand, a swaying green lotus appeared under Ye Mo's feet. "Tianxu Sword Intention" and "Saint Gold Underworld Movement" were both added to the eight-series small magical flying sword.

In an instant, the eight-series small magical flying sword shone brightly, and the spiritual pressure soared into the sky, which was extremely pressing. Eight demon spirits appeared on the sword body, majestic and fierce.

"Go!"

Ye Mo raised his hand and pointed, and the eight-series small magical flying swords were like eight vast dragons, twisting and winding, howling in the air, and rushing away with a roar.

The gold flying sword flickered with a strange light, destroying everything; the wood flying sword was blood red, and in the blood mist, a Buddha sat cross-legged, with a real dragon entangled, and bloody eyes were terrifying; the water flying sword was blue, and a mini golden-eyed water ape beat its chest and roared, turning the tide; the fire flying sword was surrounded by flames, jumping, and the Vermillion Bird's divine fire was burning wildly, and the red divine bird fought in the sky; the earth flying sword had only a layer of light earth yellow. The wind flying sword had a green light like a knife, the blue phoenix kept singing, and the space blade danced wildly; the ice flying sword was as thin as paper, and a snow-colored translucent mini octopus danced on it, snowflakes were agitated, and the void was distorted; the thunder flying sword had purple lightning and thunder rushed into the sky.

The eight minor magical powers were distributed into a sword formation and strangled to the enemy. The momentum was amazing, and the spiritual pressure that erupted was even more frightening. When the middle-aged man in green shirt saw this scene, his eyes twitched sharply. He felt that if he didn't dodge, even if he was a Venerable, he would not be able to get away.

But... I am only a Venerable for one day. After one day, I will be back to my original form, even worse than before. During this period, I have to be bullied by a Yuanying stage cultivator?

Why!

When the middle-aged man in green shirt thought of this, his face turned grim and he shouted angrily: "Junior, you don't know what you are talking about. Let me show you the magical power of the Venerable!"

The great magical power spell - Qingfeng Dance!

The middle-aged man in green shirt raised his hand, and a jade bone fan appeared in his hand. His eyes suddenly focused, and he swung his hand in the air!

The bone fan rolled up a fierce and unparalleled gust of wind, in which there were dozens of black shadows flashing and swooping down, but around the shadows, there was no strong wind.

Below, Ye Mo looked intently and found that it was actually a space crack. The wind spell sent out a void slash. The black shadow was nothing else but a hole torn by the wind space blade!

The Eight-series Minor Magical Flying Sword soon collided with the sweeping wind, and a large piece of green airflow exploded in the air. The Eight-series Flying Sword moved in the air like a dragon, moving forward without hesitation, but was trembling continuously after being slashed by the void blade.

"Zheng!"

Eight sword sounds resounded, and the eight flying swords spurted out extremely sharp sword light, which was a hundred feet long and swept through the air.

In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of blows, and the boundless green air burst again, blowing away like wind and residual clouds.

With a strong impact, the eight-series flying sword rolled back, and the middle-aged man in blue robe also tilted his body, his face was horrified.

"you……"

The middle-aged man in green shirt stared at Ye Mo coldly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Your Majesty..."

Ye Mo smiled and shook his head, which seemed so mocking to the middle-aged man in green shirt.

"Zhuzi, you are seeking death!"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt was extremely frustrated and his face turned red.

As an older Nascent Soul monk, his cultivation and combat power are naturally not bad. However, after his cultivation has been upgraded to the divine transformation stage through elixirs and secret techniques, his combat power appears to be very weak, especially when he is still using half-baked supernatural powers. The spells and magic weapons in his hands are also at the level of minor magical powers. It can be said that his combat power is weaker than that of the venerable ones with average combat power.

Even so, he still couldn't stand a junior at the Nascent Soul Stage mocking him!

"Reverse Qi Jue!"

The middle-aged man in green shirt looked hesitant at first, but after thinking of something, he firmed up and raised his hand to start the spell.

In the distance, Ye Mo saw the posture of the middle-aged man in green shirt, and without thinking, he used the Qingxuan Luan Feather Sword, creating a pale waterfall. It shot out so fast that no one could react.

The moonlight imprinted on the middle-aged man in blue clothes, making him stunned for a moment. Then he remembered Ye Mo's moonlight spell and subconsciously formed a magic shield to protect himself.

"when!"

There was a resounding sound, and the shield shattered in an instant, and the Qingxuan Luan Feather Sword stabbed the middle-aged man in green shirt fiercely, making a tremolo sound of gold and iron clashing.

"A protective weapon?"

Ye Mo let out a light sigh, and at the same time he was surprised, the second sword had already been slashed out.

"hateful!"

The middle-aged man in green shirt quickly patted the storage bag, grabbed a few rays of light and threw them towards Ye Mo. Then he raised his hand and drew in the void, as if tearing the void apart, and entered it in one step. The next moment, , he walked out from dozens of miles away.

In the blink of an eye, he suppressed several magic weapons and put them back into his storage bag. He looked solemnly: "This person not only has the cultivation level of the Venerable, but also has the unique ability of the Venerable to travel through the air. What kind of elixir is it? Can people be promoted to the level of venerable people in a short time?”

The middle-aged man in blue shirt escaped to a safe distance and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he placed several restrictions and puppets around him and began to prepare the "Reverse Qi Jue" again.

"With a distance of tens of miles, if it is an ordinary monk, there is really nothing that can be done to you. Unfortunately, what you encounter is myself. At worst, I will kill you even if I don't have to spend all the Yuehua I have accumulated in the past two years."

Ye Mo looked coldly at the middle-aged man in blue shirt in the distance, swung his sword without saying a word, and suddenly another moonlight waterfall as pale as snow rushed out.

The moonlight was extremely fast, almost instantaneous, and the next moment, Ye Mo's figure also disappeared.

"not good!"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt was making preparations to avoid Yuehua Falls, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Before he could react, a long cry pierced the sky. In an instant, a vast killing light flashed through the sky, taking away the vision of the middle-aged man in green shirt. In the pitch-black "vision", there was only A beautiful bright moon slowly climbed up, blooming with ultimate brilliance.

"when!"

There was another loud earthquake. It was the magic weapon armor of the middle-aged man in blue. It automatically formed a protective shield and blocked the blow for him.

Ye Mo was not in a hurry and said calmly: "Let's see how many times you can block it!"

The eight-series flying sword came through the air, shuttled and slashed like a floating light phantom, making the shield tremble. In addition, Ye Mo also used the "Destroying Immortal Hand", hitting the shield one after another.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt quickly recovered his vision. The scene in front of him made him extremely frightened and angry. He wanted to run away, but found that he couldn't escape at all. This man's moonlight spell was too weird, and he might not be able to escape. .

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in blue shirt felt even more sad and angry. He, a venerable man, was forced to this point by a little monk who came out of nowhere.

"Junior! Don't force me, otherwise we will all die together."

The fact made the middle-aged man in green shirt helpless. Seeing that the shield was becoming more unstable, he hurriedly threatened.

Ye Mo's silence answered him, which made him feel even more desperate.

"Bang!"

The shield was finally broken, and almost instantly, the middle-aged man in blue shirt saw a light and elegant sword light approaching.

"Since you want me to die, then let's all die together!"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt roared in grief, opened his arms and hugged Ye Mo, wanting to pull Ye Mo to die with him.

"Pfft!"

When the thousands of troops launched their attack, two flying swords fell down quickly, cutting off the arms of the middle-aged man in blue. Ye Mo's figure quickly floated back, and the void opened like a painting, but inside was Another world...

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