At the same time, the mage standing on the flying car muttered something, and then a blue silk thread spurted out of his mouth, and in an instant it turned into a blue giant python that rushed towards Yin Mo's Qinghong sword light.

Then, the blue and green lights intertwined together, making a rumbling sound.

At this time, the mage raised his hand and waved a spell, hitting the windmill below.

The flying car quickly shrank to the size of a palm, then automatically flew into the hands of the mage and was put into the storage bag.

Then, the Fashi looked up at Yin Mo, revealing a gloomy and thin face.

Yin Mo's eyes changed slightly.

This wizard was already over sixty years old, with some strange blue tattoos on both sides of his cheeks and wearing a strange blue brocade shirt.

But what surprised him was not these, but the fluctuations of spiritual energy on the opponent's body. He was actually a wizard who was at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage and was about to be promoted to the middle stage. No wonder he could easily block his two waves of attacks.

Yin Mo had already seen clearly that the opponent's blue light curtain was not cast out of thin air, but was released by a fist-sized round ball held in one hand.

As for the strange blue python, his spiritual sense scan did not reveal any transformed host treasure, and it seemed to be composed entirely of spiritual power.

This made Yin Mo even more wary of the other party.

Yin Mo's face was cold, and the ancient treasure of the flower basket in his other hand began to flash white light, as if it was about to be sacrificed.

"Stop! Although the Venerable has great magical powers, he is too impatient."

"I haven't even opened my mouth yet, why are you so eager to take action?" When the old man saw Yin Mo's actions, he stopped him with a serious face and a slightly stiff voice.

"Can't monks and mages communicate peacefully?" Yin Mo frowned and said coldly.

However, he tapped the silver clock, causing it to stop attacking and float in the air. As for the flower basket in his hand, its spiritual light also disappeared.

"Answer? I don't have anything to tell your Holiness. On the contrary, I have a few questions for your Holiness."

Yin Mo stared at the old man with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

He could guess what the other party wanted to ask.

"It seems that Your Excellency has rejected my kindness!" The old man's face darkened when he heard this.

Yin Mo snorted coldly, and suddenly pointed lightly toward the sky ahead.

The originally tangled green sword lights condensed together and suddenly formed a giant sword about twenty or thirty feet long, which appeared there out of thin air.

Almost like lightning, after a few sword strikes, the blue python was immediately cut into several pieces, and then the giant sword chopped down mercilessly, as if to chop the light curtain and the old man into ashes.

A ferocious look flashed across the old man's face. He raised one hand and raised a fist-sized orb into the air. Then he opened his mouth and a ball of essence sprayed onto the surface of the orb.

The orb flashed with blue light and spun rapidly. Blue threads flew out of it, forming a ten-foot-wide blue silk net in the blink of an eye, covering the light curtain.

At the same time, the old man muttered something, and after he made a hand gesture, a blue light from his body shot up into the sky, forming a huge blue light ball that floated above his head.

The giant sword has been chopped down and collided violently with the light curtain.

As a result, there was a loud bang.

The light curtain was almost split in two, and then the giant sword shattered the giant net below.

What Yin Mo did not expect was that what happened next surprised him.

When the giant sword came into contact with the silk screen, the screen immediately emitted a blue flash, and the crystal-thin lines were extremely tough.

Although the giant sword slashed at the net several times, it could not break it. Instead, under the old man's control, the net continued to wrap around the giant sword. After a while, the giant sword was trapped in the net.

Although Yin Mo was not completely restrained, he was unable to escape for the time being.

Yin Mo frowned and was about to cast a spell, but the old man opposite him took action first.

A hint of coldness flashed across the old man's face. He formed all kinds of strange hand seals with his hands and released colorful spells at the same time, which quickly shot towards the spiritual light above his head.

The blue aura began to shrink and deform, and then exploded instantly along with the sound of obscure incantations.

Countless palm-sized slender ice crystals suddenly appeared around the old man, flashing blue light and covering an area of ​​more than ten feet.

A serious look appeared on the old man's face. He suddenly pointed at Yin Mo with both hands and uttered the cold word "go".

The ice crystals covered Yin Mo like a rain of arrows, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Is this spiritual magic?" Yin Mo thought in surprise, but his hands did not stop.

Without hesitation, he raised the ancient treasure, the flower basket in his hand, and at the same time slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist. A swarm of three-colored gold-eating insects swarmed out and surrounded him.

But this time the gold-eating bugs did not condense into a solid entity. Instead, they flew around nearby, forming a layer of insect cover that was impenetrable to wind and rain, blurring Yin Mo's appearance.

After the flower basket left his hand, it turned into a stream of white air, heading towards the ice crystals flying in the sky.

The ice crystals were curled up by the white gas and were all sucked into it.

The other ice crystals quickly swung to the insect shield in front of Yin Mo, and "puff" sounds continued to be heard.

The insect cover paused for a moment, then continued to return to its original state, as if nothing had happened inside.

The old man surnamed Mu was shocked when he saw this.

His "Ice Crystal Technique" seems similar to the monk's "Ice Rain Technique", but in greater quantities.

But these ice spikes were condensed from his mysterious cold energy. They were extremely sharp, and the cold energy was bone-chilling.

However, now these ice spikes disappeared without a trace, which surprised him very much.

The old man hesitated for a moment and wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate the situation inside the insect cover, but suddenly he heard a loud noise above his head.

He felt his ears buzzing, his vision went black, and he almost fell from the air.

The old man surnamed Mu was shocked and angry. He quickly slapped his body a few times with his hands, and a layer of white protective shield appeared on his body.

Only then did he regain his balance and looked up.

I saw a huge silver bell suddenly appear above my head, and the loud noise just now was made by it.

At the same time, the giant bell flashed silver light and made a loud sound again.

But this time it was not aimed at the alert old man, but released circles of sound waves, aimed at the giant blue net and the struggling green giant sword on the side.

"Not good!" The old man suddenly realized and hurriedly tried to cast a spell to stop it, but it was too late.

The blue silk screen was shattered by the silver sound waves, and the giant sword broke free from its restraints and slashed towards the old man again.

Before the sword reached him, a huge pressure had already come towards him.

Although the old man had a shield on his body, he did not dare to resist such a powerful sword energy. His face turned pale and his body flew backwards, avoiding the attack of the giant sword.

Then, he hurriedly waved at the round bead in the air, and the magic weapon flew back to his head, emitting its essence and protecting him again.

The old man looked across with a serious look.

His face suddenly turned pale.

The insect shield on the opposite side had collapsed, and the cloud of insects reappeared above Yin Mo's head. Yin Mo held a blue ice flower in his hand and looked at him coldly.

The two looked at each other, and the old man felt a chill in his heart.

His gaze turned to the ice flower in Yin Mo's hand, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The ice flowers are crystal clear and extremely beautiful in the sun.

But the old man didn't care. He was surprised to feel the amazing icy spiritual power contained in the ice flowers, which made him feel awe.

The old man restrained his emotions and said with an unpleasant expression: "You just used this item to destroy my spiritual arts? What kind of treasure is this? Can you tell me?"

Yin Mo chuckled:

"This can be considered a treasure. As for what it is, if you are willing to tell me your spiritual skills, perhaps I can tell you."

The old man's shock gradually faded, and his expression became cold again: "Oh, the monk is also interested in the magic of the mage? Interesting."

Yin Mo sensed the old man's vigilance towards the ice flower in his hand from the fear that kept flashing in his eyes. He sneered, seeming to be too lazy to pay attention.

When the old man saw Yin Mo's expression, he became furious.

He snorted coldly, patted the storage bag on his waist, and something flashed in his hand.

The object was pitch black and looked like a small hill.

Yin Mo's eyes widened, and before he had time to observe carefully, the old man had already chanted a spell.

Then, he threw the hill into the air. Suddenly, the hill emitted black light and its size increased rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it became dozens of feet high and continued to expand.

Yin Mo felt a chill in his heart as he watched this scene.

Without hesitation, he pointed at the giant green sword. The sword made a clear sound, turned into a green rainbow, and rushed directly towards the hill, slashing down fiercely.

With a loud bang, stone chips flew everywhere, and green and black light intertwined.

Yin Mo watched as a huge gap was cut in the top of the black mountain by his sword, but it was obviously not enough to split the mountain in half.

However, he saw that the gap was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and before he could strike again, it had recovered by more than half.

At the same time, the mountain continued to expand in the black light and had turned into a huge mountain.

Although Yin Mo was brave and careful, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch and his face turned ugly when facing such a huge black mountain.

His greatsword struck again, but to no avail.

The old man laughed sinisterly and pointed toward the mountain.

The mountain appeared above Yin Mo's head with a "whoosh" sound, and then fell down heavily.

Yin Mo was so shocked that he didn't have time to think about how the mountain moved in an instant. Thunder sounded behind him and he disappeared.

Dozens of feet away, Yin Mo's figure appeared again, with a pair of silver-white wind-thunder wings behind him.

The old man was shocked when he saw Yin Mo disappear in an instant.

His face changed drastically and he stepped back again, carefully distanced himself from Yin Mo, his eyes full of shock.

He understood one thing, that the other party was not an ordinary Nascent Soul early stage cultivator. He was able to perform such a powerful teleportation technique, and he had no way of stopping him. This trip would probably be in vain.

With his cultivation level, he could only use the magical power of moving such a huge black peak in an instant a few times, and each time he cast the spell, his mana would be greatly reduced. He did not dare to use it more than once.

The old man surnamed Mu was suddenly shocked. He had originally thought of retreating, but Yin Mo looked at the black mountain and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

This treasure is so strange and amazing that it is obviously not something that an ordinary cultivator can make. It is very likely some amazing ancient treasure left behind by ancient cultivators.

Yin Mo believed that even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage would find it difficult to resist the power of this treasure, and would be hard to escape if hit once.

If you can hit it, it is almost a means of deciding the outcome.

If he could get this treasure, he could immediately make up for his lack of attack power.

Moreover, he also became interested in the windmill in the old man's hand.

Thinking about this, Yin Mo turned his gaze to the old man. His expression gradually became cold, and a hint of sharp murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

Although they had not fought many times, Yin Mo was confident that he had a general understanding of the other party's skills.

Is this the old man's bad luck? The skills he practiced and the spiritual arts he used were all of ice attribute.

But for Yin Mo, who has absorbed the Qianlan Ice Flame, this does not pose much of a threat.

The attacks from those ice spikes just now were completely dissolved by him using the dry blue ice flame.

As for the black mountain that can teleport, it may be the old man’s most powerful treasure.

But it was completely ineffective under Yin Mo's Wind Thunder Wings Lightning Escape.

It seems that it is not impossible to kill the old man.

Yin Mo made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

He held up the ice flower with one hand, and after a flash of blue light, the ice flower quickly deformed and dissolved, turning into a ball of blue flame the size of an egg, floating in the palm of his hand, revealing a strange aura.

The other hand pointed to the giant sword and silver bell in the air, and then thunder roared behind him. With the wings slightly fluttering, the figure disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared again the next moment, he was holding the blue flame in his hand and was already within a hundred feet of the old man.

The giant sword and the silver bell emitted light, turning into two rays of light, one silver and one blue, and flew towards the old man.

The giant sword suddenly disintegrated halfway and turned into hundreds of feet long green sword auras, which fell down like a flood and trapped the old man in the sword auras.

The green light kept flashing, and the sword energy fiercely pierced the old man's protective light curtain.

The silver bell emitted silver sound waves, causing the light curtain to shake.

This series of attacks surprised the old man, but he was not panicked.

In addition to injecting a large amount of spiritual power into the orb on his head to enhance the light curtain around him, he quickly made a hand gesture with his other hand, and a blue spiritual light flashed on his body before he left his body.

After a rotation, the spiritual light turned into a crystal ice shield several feet in size on all sides. It was small and exquisite, and it rotated slowly, protecting the old man inside.

With the protection of these ice shields, the old man felt a little more at ease. He immediately rushed towards the black mountain in the distance with his other hand. After one move, the mountain turned into a black rainbow light and quickly flew back.

Of course, the old man surnamed Mu was also afraid of Yin Mo's teleportation. His eyes were shining and he kept looking around, fearing that Yin Mo would suddenly appear nearby and attack him.

As expected of a Yuanying stage mage, he is extremely experienced.

When the roar sounded again, Yin Mo appeared in the lightning more than ten feet away from the old man, and waved his hand. Large tufts of dense black hair gushed out from his hand. It was the extremely sharp "Qingming Needle" talisman.

At such a short distance, the old man surnamed Mu had no time to react. The countless black hairs pierced through the blue light curtain and directly hit the four ice shields.

"Crackling" sounds were heard everywhere, and the black hair shot towards the ice shield. White light burst out, and instantly condensed into white and crystal ice needles that fell down one after another.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Mu was surprised at first, then overjoyed, laughed loudly, and a beam of blue light shot out of his mouth, shooting straight at Yin Mo who was close at hand. (End of this chapter)