Sure enough it's you!

Seeing this face that was facing each other almost day and night, Mo Xiao was not shocked, but felt a chill to his bones.

He took a deep breath to steady his body and not fall down.

He wasn't surprised that Ye Ze would take action against him, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated Ye Ze's methods.

So well hidden!

Mo Xiao closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

yes……

Who would have thought that the most noble prince of the Fengling Tribe would actually be a fallen species?!

"It's me." Ye Ze was very close to Mo Xiao, almost touching, without missing a beat.

The blade was between the two of them and had completely submerged into Mo Xiao's body.

Drop by drop of blood slowly flowed down, dyeing the dry land red, which was shocking.

Yeze pursed his lips and smiled: "You seem to have guessed it."

Mo Xiao took a few steps back and leaned against the tree.

He raised his head, his eyebrows were cold, and his face was as cold as ever: "I guessed it, but I'm not sure yet, because I really can't convince myself that you, Yeze... will take the initiative to become a fallen species!"

As early as in the Sky Realm, when Ye Ze took the initiative to talk about those stone slabs, he had already noticed it.

But why?

The fallen race is mostly a path chosen by lower spirit races, because they are not satisfied with the present and want to seek more power.

However, as His Royal Highness Ye Zegui has the purest blood, his choice to fall is simply harmful rather than beneficial.

Ye Ze laughed again and said something that was difficult to understand: "Because only by becoming a fallen species can I realize what I want in my life."

"Yeze, you are a madman." Mo Xiao raised his hand with difficulty, condensing his spiritual power, and his tone was still very calm, "Do you know how much the news that you are a fallen species will bring to the Spiritual Clan?

Big impact?"

"How many members of your Fengling tribe will have their faith collapse?"

"...Of course I understand what you said." Ye Ze was silent for a moment, "But I have to do this, but Mo Xiao, don't worry, no one can see us from this position now."

Hearing these words, Mo Xiao turned his head and found that the other Ling clan members seemed not to have seen this place, and were still doing their own things.

However, a few high-level spiritual saints seemed to have noticed the abnormality, but they only glanced briefly in this direction and then withdrew their gaze.

Mo Xiao was silent. The white light between his brows was shining brightly, and the spiritual spell root was running at high speed.

Huge spiritual power was mobilized, and the surrounding four elements also began to riot.

However, no matter how the elements are gathered together, there can be no improvement in the place where the dagger passed through.

The blood is still flowing, even faster and faster.

"Stop struggling, it's useless." Yeze took a step forward, held Mo Xiao's shoulders, and whispered, "I have tempered the power of the shadow plane on this dagger. For the Spirit Tribe people, the cultivation level is

The higher it is, the greater the damage will be."

He paused for a moment under Mo Xiao's extremely cold gaze, and then said: "You are now a spiritual saint, and you have a rare spiritual magic root. You can't resist at all, unless you take the initiative to degenerate now and become

Just like me."

But before Mo Xiao could respond, Ye Ze laughed at himself: "But you are so upright and noble, even if I let you die, you will not become a degenerate."

"So..." Mo Xiao really stopped the treatment, "Your purpose is to make me die."

"If you die, the Spiritual Tribe will be leaderless." Yeze looked dazed, as if he was talking to himself, "The war is coming, and I can't let you stop them."

Mo Xiao sneered twice: "The Spirit Clan gave birth to you and raised you. Is this how you treat us?"

Whether he dies or not, it doesn't really matter.

But he is the future leader of the Fire Spirit Tribe, and the Fire Spirit Tribe is the head of the four major Spirit Tribes. He wants to protect the entire Spirit Tribe.

"Mo Xiao, I'm sorry." Ye Ze turned away, his voice a little difficult, "Forgive me, I just want to save her."

"Her?" Mo Xiao was startled at first, then became even more furious and said in disbelief, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

He didn't know where the strength came from. He suddenly burst out and grabbed Ye Ze by the skirt of his clothes: "She was originally a corpse. She died thousands of years ago! Save? How do you save her?"

"No, she can survive." Ye Ze let him pull her and clenched his hands, "I can do anything for her."

"I can fall, I can die, as long as she can survive."

"Madman." Mo Xiao said coldly, "I don't know who told you that she can survive. What I can tell you is that you were deceived."

"Impossible!" Yeze said flatly, "She has begun to recover, and I can feel the anger in her body."

Mo Xiao was speechless at this moment, the power from the shadow plane had eroded his heart.

He coughed violently, and the blood he spit out was black.

"Mo Xiao, don't worry, as long as the Spirit Clan doesn't interfere with what happens next, I swear in the name of heaven, no one from the Spirit Clan will die." Ye Ze put Mo Xiao down, "And you're not the one, I can't help it.

Gather together the Wordless Heavenly Book."

He took off Mo Xiao's spiritual ring and forcibly broke the barrier. With a thought, a stone slab appeared.

Mo Xiao took everything in his eyes, but he couldn't stop it at all.

"Mo Xiao, all the Spirit Tribe people will remember you." Ye Ze stood up, a little unbearable, "To express my apology, I will revive those Spirit Tribe people, including your sister."

He took out a jade bottle and opened it, and white mist floated out and hung faintly in the air.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy in the air did not increase, it did wake up many spiritual people who had fallen asleep.

Mo Xiao was about to fall asleep when he heard a call.

With a still-awake expression: "Brother, brother, where are you? Didn't you promise to tell me a story?"

Mo Xiao's body trembled, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Maple Spirit rubbing her eyes with her little hands and walking out of the tent in a daze.

Ye Ze naturally saw it too, and he took a few steps back: "Mo Xiao, I'm sorry."

After apologizing again, Yeze entered the shadow plane again and disappeared.

After he disappeared, the surrounding barriers were lifted.

Maple Ling had the strongest perception of Mo Xiao, and could only see him at a glance.

"Brother?" She was still a little confused and walked over with hazy eyes, "Brother, why are you sleeping here? It's so uncomfortable."

After speaking, Mo Xiao didn't wait for a response.

Maple Spirit jolted and woke up.

When she saw everything in front of her clearly, she was stunned.

However, Mo Xiao raised his head and smiled at her: "Are you awake?"

"Brother!" Maple Ling was already crying, "Do you feel any pain? Do you feel any pain?"

What's going on? There's so much blood...

Maple Ling's fingers were trembling and she didn't dare to touch.

She remembered that one time she accidentally fell down and only scratched her skin a little, but it was already very painful and made her cry and sob.

But why didn't her brother cry?

"Brother, it doesn't hurt." Mo Xiao's eyes were gentle and he touched her head, "Be good, listen to brother, find a place to hide where no one can find you, go, go now."

He would not believe the words of a fallen species. He no longer had the strength to protect the entire Eldar race.

But no one can hurt his sister.

"No! I won't leave." Maple Ling bit her lip and said stubbornly, "Brother, I know very powerful people, and they will definitely be able to save you."

Mo Xiao just laughed silently, and his eyelashes slowly closed.

But at this moment, Maple Ling suddenly screamed, and she jumped in a hurry: "Sister! Sister, please save my brother!"

"Shua——"

In an instant, there were two more figures in the open space.

One crimson and one purple complement each other.

"Oops." Jun Maqian's expression changed when he saw Mo Xiao's condition, "Qingmei, we are late."

Mount Sumeru had just been integrated, and they had already received news of the riots in Wanling Continent, and they spread out in all directions without stopping.

With just one glance, Jun Muqian could tell that Mo Xiao had been eroded by the power of the shadow plane.

"Sister! Sister!" Maple Ling tugged at her clothes, tears still flowing, "Come and see my brother, he will be fine, right?"

"Okay, let me take a look." Since they were acquaintances, it was naturally impossible for Jun Muzhen to ignore him.

She squatted down, channeled her soul power, and asked, "Who is the fallen species who hurt you?"

Mo Xiao was still conscious, and after hearing these words, he opened his eyes again.

But he didn't answer, instead he held her arm.

At this moment, Mo Xiao's dim eyes suddenly came alive, and his voice was still calm: "You are a spirit-eating body, right?"
Chapter completed!