King of the Fairy City

As soon as the head of the Xiao family said this, everyone subconsciously looked at Ye Mo, wondering how he chose.

Everyone can see that the head of the Xiao family has made it clear that he wants to kill Ye Mo, and he also covets Ye Mo's Ten Thousand Thunder Ancient Tree and Nine-Transformation Divine Ape. Most monks can also see the loopholes in the rules, but they don't. Who says it.

Even Huangfu Qingyan didn't say anything about this. She just looked at Ye Mo. She wanted to know how this young man made his choice.

Ye Mo, on the other hand, sneered in his heart and said without hesitation: "Since senior and fellow Taoists from the alliance are interested in this, Ye Mo should accompany him, but before that, I would like to ask senior to show me the stakes."

"Okay, young man is happy enough."

The head of the Xiao family did not hesitate. He turned his palm over, and a brilliant light shone in his palm. When the light faded away, a strange purple spiritual grass appeared. Upon closer inspection, there were actually traces of mysterious lines and imprints. On the grass blades, there is a mysterious charm.

"This is a sacred herb used to transform gods. It is as famous as the spiritual ointment of the Southern Demon. Not long ago, you failed to escape the tribulation. Fortunately, you survived, but you were knocked down. Now I am betting on the sacred grass of transforming gods. This Is it sincere enough?”

The head of the Xiao family smiled lightly.

"How stingy."

Gu Tianfang immediately sneered.

The heavenly materials, earthly treasures and magical herbs used to transform gods are indeed extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary monks, but in the eyes of these Southern Demon Saints, they are nothing more than that. If needed, it is very simple to give Ye Mo a share. Things are even more incomparable to the Ancient Tree of Ten Thousand Thunders and the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape.

The head of the Xiao family did not change his expression and said with a smile: "My friend, this is wrong. Although the Ancient Thousand Thunder Tree has a great name, it is not worthy of its name. It can withstand tribulation thunder well, but it cannot withstand all tribulation thunders. It needs to be Only when the extremely precious treasures of heaven and earth are cultivated together with the calamity thunder can the true transformation be completed. It is now... just a sapling, and its value is actually not that great. "

"The same is true for the nine-transformation divine ape. No, it is the eight-armed demon ape. After all, we don't know whether it has transformed successfully, but my friend is so sure. Could it be that the demon ape has transformed successfully? If that is the case, Naturally, I want to change my bet."

"No, that's fair. This junior does lack the tools to transform into a god. However, this god alone is not enough. If the senior is really sincere, he should also bet on the auxiliary spiritual materials needed to transform into a god."

Ye Mo thought for a while and said this as he didn't want to expose that Yin Jiuchen had become the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I would also like to ask the Pei family leader to take action and set up a magic circle so that the young people can fight."

The head of the Xiao family nodded slightly and commanded the family members through his spiritual consciousness. Soon, other auxiliary spiritual materials were also delivered. They were piled up on a small table, like a hill, blooming with misty colorful rays of light and dense spiritual energy. The fragrant fragrance makes people jealous.

On the other side, the head of the Pei family didn't get up and leave the table. He turned his palm and a mini array disk appeared in his hand. Then he tossed it lightly, hit a few spells at will, and shouted softly: "Quick!"

I saw this formation disk skyrocketing, the sky filled with rays of light, hundreds of formation disks disappearing into the void, and then large amounts of extremely rich white smoke surged out from the void.

The smoke was extremely rich, and quickly gathered and condensed together, turning into a huge arena, suspended in mid-air, with a translucent magic circle covering the entire arena, shimmering with clear rays of light.

"This is a set of formation disks that I have refined by my own hands. It is called Qingyun. It is now a semi-finished magic formation. It is powerful enough to trap the middle stage of the transformation of gods for an hour. It is enough for these young people to use in magic battles."

The head of the Pei family has a confident and arrogant tone, but there is no room for disdain or doubt. Without him, the name of the Pei family in Qimen is there, and the formation master association is controlled by the Pei family. There is nothing strange about this little trick.

Seeing that the magic circle arena was set up, Ye Mo rolled up the sleeves of his robe, dressed in ordinary green clothes and danced. His figure swept away and arrived at the magic circle arena in an instant.

"There are all the top elites of the alliance here. Is there anyone who wants to have a battle with Lord Ye City? Don't worry, I won't blame you if you lose. The Xiao family can still afford to lose with a piece of spiritual transformation material. But if we win Yes, this spiritual material belongs to you.”

The head of the Xiao family glanced at all the young monks around him.

At any other time, the head of the Xiao family would never say such a thing. After all, it is a spiritual material that can transform gods, and it is extremely valuable. If a few more copies are wasted, a big family like the Xiao family will be heartbroken, but this time At that time, I couldn't care about that much. Compared with the Nine-Transformation Divine Ape and the Ancient Tree of Ten Thousand Thunders, this price was nothing.

Of course, the purpose of doing this is because he doesn't understand Ye Mo well enough.

In the past, Ye Mo was fine, but now after three years of "quiet cultivation", they had no idea what methods Ye Mo had and what kind of progress he had made. Therefore, the Xiao family leader wanted to use a piece of spiritual transformation material to attract others and let a cannon fodder go. Test Ye Mo's skills.

It's a pity that no one is a fool. They can see what the Xiao family's master is planning, and there are loopholes in the rules. Who would inexplicably sacrifice their life for the Xiao family?

Although there are some people who are taking chances, they are also hesitant. They don't believe that Ye Mo is a good man and a believer who will show mercy to them. If they dare to come to power, they will be an accomplice of the Xiao family without any other actions. Yi Mo Given the location, they will never show mercy.

Other families did not let their children be used as cannon fodder, and the monks from Feixianxian City, the main city and other cities did not come forward. For a while, the scene was a little cold, and the head of the Xiao family seemed a little embarrassed.

The head of the Xiao family didn't care about these things. He still smiled and glanced at the many young cultivators. After a long time, a middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old stood up and sighed: "I am not qualified enough. I have no chance to become a god in this life. I don't have much life left. Instead of waiting for the opportunity, I might as well give it a try. Head of the Xiao family, I am willing to fight."

The appearance of this person attracted many eyes, and some people recognized him.

"He is a famous cultivator in the main city of Lingyun Feitian under the Xiao family. He was born over 400 years ago, so he is not young. Now, more than 300 years have passed, and he is also a veteran Nascent Soul cultivator. Although his aptitude is not very good, he has a very rich life experience and his magical powers are not simple. His combat power is at the level of the top sect master in the ancient East China Sea Tiandao League."

"Converted to the combat power of the South Demon Fighting Arena, it is about 20 rounds, which is stronger than the average Nascent Soul ninth-level cultivator."

"It seems that this Taoist fellow has great magical powers."

"Of course he has great powers."

...

The middle-aged cultivator ignored the discussions of many cultivators, looked straight ahead, stepped into the air, and when the magic circle barrier was opened, he flashed into it.

When Ye Mo met the middle-aged cultivator, he just bowed lightly, and then quietly accumulated momentum.

One was fighting for an opportunity.

The other was protecting himself, there was nothing to say.

"City Lord Ye, I'm sorry!"

The two confronted each other for a moment, and the middle-aged monk suddenly shouted, his eyebrows suddenly became sharp, his eyes shone with divine light, raised his hand and slapped the storage bag, and immediately a large piece of dazzling green light flew out, spinning in the air, it turned out to be a group of green bamboo magic swords, a total of 108, rushing like a cloud.

Each of the green bamboo magic swords was branded with golden veins, which was extremely extraordinary, and made a whistling sound of breaking through the air. Such a large number would be a headache for even the monks of the same level.

However, Ye Mo did not move, and his calm and bright eyes looked at the middle-aged monk from a distance.

Suddenly!

Two white lights flashed in Ye Mo's eyes, hazy like water, curling like smoke, making people involuntarily intoxicated.

Moonlight Killing Domain-Descend!

The moonlight magic was activated, and Ye Mo seemed to have two rounds of noble and bright moons rising in his eyes, and the moonlight cold smoke continued to spray all over his body. At the same time, his figure slowly became blurred and finally dissipated.

The middle-aged monk felt that everything in front of him was suddenly pitch black, and he was alert. But the next moment, he was attracted by a round of ancient bright moon that slowly rose in front of him. The vast, desolate, ancient and beautiful breath came to his face.

"Not good!"

After being attracted for a moment, the middle-aged monk suddenly woke up and bit his tongue in a hurry. He felt a sharp pain in his mouth and the smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, but he finally woke up.

The crisis did not really come. When he woke up, the middle-aged monk found that a dark and unparalleled sword light had already appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged monk was not panicked in the face of danger. Blood spurted from his mouth. He raised his hand and made a gesture. A string of fragrant beads on his hand burst out with unparalleled divine light, and flew out of his hand to meet Ye Mo's withered and mutilated Youyuan sword.

"Reacted quickly, but unfortunately, the purpose of cannon fodder is to test you, let your death be worthwhile."

Ye Mo's expression remained unchanged, and the Withered and Destroyed Nether Yuan Sword moved forward without retreating at all.

"Dang!"

The vibration sounded like the sound of metal clashing, deafening. The small string of beads seemed to be extraordinary. It did not break at the first time, but trembled and hummed, constantly colliding with the Withered and Destroyed Nether Yuan Sword. The power of the magic weapon burst out endlessly. The divine light here was surging and surging, like the sky fire jumping and rushing up to the sky.

"Break!"

Although the beads were extraordinary, they could only barely fight against the Withered and Destroyed Nether Yuan Sword. The next moment, Ye Mo shouted, and the Withered and Destroyed Nether Yuan Sword trembled violently, and the dark black light surged, as if it was constantly swallowing the light from the beads. In the end, it was like a round of black devil sun, which was amazing.

In the end, the beads were shattered, and dozens of beads broke, with cracks all over the sky.

The middle-aged monk spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes dimmed quickly.

He still had many tricks that he hadn't used, so he shouldn't have been defeated so quickly. He just didn't expect Ye Mo's tricks to be so strange and so fast that he couldn't react. He could only use his life weapon to resist, but unfortunately, he still couldn't block it.

At this moment, he was already seriously injured and could no longer be Ye Mo's opponent.

"What a pity... my Qingwu Pearl."

The middle-aged monk sighed, closed his eyes and waited for death.

The black light of the withered and dark sword was bright and blazing like fire. Ye Mo raised his hand and took the sixteen beads in his hand, strung them together with a strand of hair and threw them to the middle-aged monk, and then he didn't hesitate to swing the sword!

"Puff!"

The sword light was like a rainbow, annihilating the middle-aged monk's vitality.

"Thank you."

He only had time to say two words, and the light in the middle-aged monk's eyes dissipated, his Nascent Soul was also chopped off, his Yuanshen collapsed, and he fell completely.

In the snow maple forest, everyone was shocked, their eyes full of disbelief.

A cultivator of the ninth stage of the Nascent Soul with a combat power of twenty rounds could not survive more than three moves under Ye Mo!

Where is his thunder magic! Where are his various magic spells! Where are his physical martial arts!

With just one magic spell and a magic sword, a cultivator of twenty rounds was killed in three moves. What kind of joke is this in the world of immortal cultivation?

And many of the gods and the strongest cultivators stared at the young man on the stage with a fierce light in their eyes, knowing that they had underestimated this young man.

On the stage, Ye Mo lifted up the corpse of the middle-aged monk and gently threw it off the stage. The withered and dark sword slowly released radioactive black light, floating beside him, causing the void around him to distort slightly. The sword light was dark, like a rainbow and stars. Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net