But soon, the expression of a monk named Han changed slightly. He looked at the other side of the island and said in a cold voice: "There is the bloody smell of a monk." This man practiced to control beasts and distinguished the subtle smells was very accessible. In the divine island area where he could not move his divine thoughts, this was obviously very advantageous.

The so-called skilled and brave man, a few people looked at each other and touched them quietly.

But there was a bit solemn in his expression.

After all, if you can come one step ahead of them, your cultivation level will never be too weak.

But soon, it turned out that the caution of several people was superfluous.

A monk was covered in blood and lay on the ground. Looking at the cracks like spider webs on the ground behind him, it was obviously hit hard and now he has fainted.

"Holy Holy!" the beautiful woman exclaimed in disbelief.

The one-eyed old man obviously recognized the elder of the Third Holy Land.

The third step of cultivation would be enough to make him extremely respectful at other times, but at this moment, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The third step of a serious injury and fainting is tantamount to a treasure within reach!

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and naturally remembered that the cultivator of the third holy land he let him go that day, but at this moment he had no intention of coming forward to protect him.

The atmosphere became weird for a moment.

Just as everyone's mind was turning, Ming Sheng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. He fell on Mo Yu's body at first sight. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by the gushing blood.

However, the word "Mo" can show that he is indeed speaking to Mo Yu.

The one-eyed old man frowned immediately, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist, you probably don't plan to protect this person, right?"

Reason told Mo Yu that the best choice now is to stand by and watch, and his final gains are naturally indispensable. But at this moment, looking at the pleading in Ming Sheng's eyes, he frowned and said lightly: "No matter what you want to do, I must first know what this person has to do with me."

"Of course I'm asking you to save him!"

"If this is the case, Mo would never say a word about this matter." The line of voice came out smoothly, Mo Yu stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it on the head of the Nether Saint, and a force poured into his body.

The one-eyed old man's face became extremely ugly, "Everyone..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a monk named Jin, "One-eyed sorrow, please give fellow Daoist Mo some time."

Although the beautiful woman and the monk named Han were dissatisfied, they had no intention of jumping out.

The one-eyed old man snorted coldly and stopped for the time being, but his eyes turned to Mo Yu's, but his eyes became terrifying.

Huang Long put his expression into his eyes, calm on the surface, but sneered in his heart.

Things that don’t know how to live or die should be better to jump out immediately and attack Mo Yu. Then you will definitely be left with no place to die!

Temporarily suppressing his injury that was about to collapse, Mo Yu took back his hand and spoke lightly, "Holy Ming, what do you have to say to me? If you really ask me to save you, don't waste your time."

The Nether Saint gasped for a long time, and had difficulty accumulating a little strength. The light of his hand flashed slightly and took out a leaf.

This leaf is green and verdant, like a carved jade, exuding a magnificent vitality.

However, at this moment, the Nether Saint did not use this vitality to restore his injury, but instead handed it to Mo Yu.

"The third holy land, the leaf of the holy tree!" The one-eyed old man spoke in a deep voice, took a step suddenly, and was about to take it away after slashing his hand.

Mo Yu's eyes turned cold, and he waved his sleeves, and a powerful force burst out, pushing the one-eyed old man back with one step.

"Mo said that we must first figure out this matter. Who dares to take action? Don't blame Mo for turning against him for being ruthless!"

As he finished speaking, he turned around and took the leaf into his hand.

The one-eyed old man's face was in a state of uncertainty, but after hesitating, he did not take action.

Now, it’s not time to turn against each other!

But in my heart, I hated Mo Yu to the core.

The function of the leaves of the holy tree is similar to a jade slip. There is a command from the Lord of the Third Holy Land, with only one sentence: Pass on the position of the Lord of the Holy Tree, destroy my projection cultivation on Xiaohu Island...

Mo Yu's expression froze. Even with his mind, he could not keep calm at this moment, and his heart was filled with storms.

The Lord of the Third Holy Land was actually going to be in him... What's going on!

The monk surnamed Jin frowned, coughed lightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly is the content in the leaves of this holy tree?"

The faces of the one-eyed old man and others changed, and then they realized that the leaves of the holy tree were actually hiding some information, and their eyes suddenly became gloomy. It was obtained by everyone together, so how could they belong to the one with the surname Mo! What's more, it is difficult to guarantee that these two people would not reach some kind of deal through the leaves of the holy tree.

"Fellow Daoist, please hand over the leaves of the holy tree and let us check it out." The beautiful woman spoke first, her voice calm, but she was somewhat unrefutable.

The one-eyed old man sneered, and finally couldn't sit still. So what can you do!

"Fellow Daoist, hand it over. Could it be that I have to go and get it myself?"

Mo Yu looked up, and his strong mind had suppressed all emotional fluctuations, and his expression calmed down. "The news about this thing is only related to Mo, and it involves privacy, so it is not convenient to inform you."

He turned his hand and put away the leaves of the holy tree regardless of the ugly faces of the few people.

The vast aura contained in the majestic vitality is enough to show that this thing is indeed from the Lord of the Third Holy Land. However, there is a trace of death energy that cannot be concealed in this majestic vitality, which indicates that the Lord of the Third Holy Land has now died.

And it is precisely this that we can prove that the commands in the leaves of the holy tree that the Holy Saint gave him are facts!

If he can successfully take over the third holy land, he will be a big step away from completing it and integrating the power of the Chaos Realm!

Therefore, Mo Yu made a decision in his heart that he wanted to protect the Holy Saint of the Underworld.

He was determined, and he spoke without any concealment, "And you can't move this Holy One."

The space suddenly fell silent.

The one-eyed old man laughed in anger and his voice was hoarse and shrill, "What an arrogant person! Could it be that you have to take everything by just your empty mouth and white teeth!"

He stepped forward and his strong aura burst out, "Super the leaves of the holy tree and hand over the man of the Nether Saint, otherwise I promise you will regret it!"

The beautiful woman had a gloomy face and slowly spoke, "Don't think twice, don't be happy for a moment!" Although she had not turned her back, her breath had locked him.

"Interesting." The monk surnamed Han said indifferently, holding his shoulders with both hands, "Fellow Daoist, if you are willing to give this little turtle to Han, I will stand by and watch this matter, how about it?"

Mo Yu shook his head calmly, "Fellow Daoist Han wants Mo's turtle, so he can take it with them."

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Han, but it turned into a sudden revelation, "Okay! Then Han will come and learn about the confidence of not having any fellow Taoist!"

He stepped out in one step.

boom--

The auras of the three people burst out at the same time, united together, and came overwhelmingly!

A sharp look flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Jin, but before he could react, Huang Long sneered and stood directly beside Mo Yu, saying in a sequel: "If you want to attack fellow Daoist Mo, then count Huang!"

Mo Yu glanced at the monk surnamed Jin. On his shoulder, the mini turtle suddenly roared. It raised its head high, and the cold eyes were covered with coldness. The powerful aura erupted wildly from its small body like a volcano. In a blink of an eye, it reached a level comparable to the peak of the second step!
Chapter completed!