Chapter 1220 (1/2)

Mo Mei was unable to maintain the flight and had to land on the ground.

As soon as she landed, the black fog turned into a tiger and bit her. Mo Mei splits the black fog with his sword, but then a flame gun falls from the air.

A quick stab in both hands.

The thin sword diffused a circle of light, shattering the flame gun. Then the light continued to cover around, protecting Mo Mei in the middle, and layers of ice appeared.

The Musketeer man and the gourd old man also fell to the ground. Seeing this, they did not launch any more attacks. The old Hulu sneered and said, ”how long can you maintain this defensive array? It has destroyed a spirit weapon in vain

As he patted the gourd, a black fog shrouded in the surrounding area and spread around at the same time.

Seeing this, the firearm man sighed and said, ”I'm afraid your colleague hasn't found you yet. You can't hold on to this protective array. I advise you to take the array and spell it at last. ”

Mo Mei clenched her teeth and watched the old man block the surrounding space, which made her more powerless. These people's methods are so sophisticated that almost all possibilities are blocked.

Seeing that Mo Mei still maintained the array, the firearm man did not attack. Instead, he looked at Mo Mei with great interest and deliberately provocatively said, ”we don't need that aura attack, just watch your spiritual power run out.”

”Why don't you just chat? It'll be free anyway.”

”Who the hell are you?” At this point, Mo Mei can't believe that the other party is just a few casual repairs, and then she gets rich for herself, so she wants to know who the other party is even if she dies.

The Musketeer sighed and said, ”I will only tell you that we are just a few casual repairs. I advise you not to waste time on this issue. I know you want to leave a message for your school to avenge you.”

Her mind has been guessed through again. Mo Mei's heart is as cold as ice. Now she understands the cruelty and horror of the cultivation world.

As expected, the firearm man did not attack any more, and continued to speak. Obviously, he wanted to take the opportunity to consume Mo Mei's spiritual power. Said: ”I advise you to die of this heart, it is better to talk about individual issues.”

”For example, what's your name, how old are you, what interesting things have you encountered, or you think that sect's skill is more powerful, which sect Tianjiao is actually a embroidered pillow, and so on, I know some of these.”

”What do you want to know? We can seize this time and have a good talk. After all, you are going to die soon, and it is estimated that the spirit will not stay. ”

Mo Mei has been maintaining the array, silent, she can't think of who will save herself. Of course, she didn't want to talk to this person, and she was not very interested in those topics.

”I advise you to choose a topic to talk with me, or I will be unhappy. If I am not happy, you will not be so straightforward when you die. People, even if they die, they have to be decent, don't you think? After all, we are also monks, and we have finally reached this point. It's a pity that a man who wants to die is not as comfortable as an ordinary man. ”