Chapter 889
"Do you want to blackmail me?"
Mo Nan looked at the Seven Clan and the others coldly. Under such circumstances, they dare to hold Yiner to blackmail him. .
At this moment, Yin'er's neck is already a piece of purple. As long as the seven-ethnic elders use a little force, it seems to be able to break it directly.
"Mo Nan, don’t talk nonsense! Throw me the ancient zither over there, hurry up-anyway, this beast pet already hates us, we are also impossible to get her, just kill , Everyone shot two!" The Seven Clan old man shouted loudly.
As he talked, the movement on his hand was a bit bigger, he wanted to put pressure on Mo Nan.
The cultivators outside also realized the desperate efforts of the Seven Clan elders. With the support of Uncle Shan and the others, the defensive power of the entire array became even stronger.
According to Mo Nan's speed, no matter how fast they are, they will definitely be able to kill Yiner before Mo Nan arrives.
At this time, there are also several other practitioners shouted from a distance:
"Mo Nan, don't you hurry down on your knees, do you really want them to kill Spirit? Race?"
"Spirit Race is the Spiritual God of our Foreign Domain. If she dies, you will be the only one to ask!"
When the others saw the support of that many practitioners in an instant, they were all calm. But Yin'er was struggling constantly at this moment, and it was hard to speak if he wanted to speak.
"You are brave enough to use a little girl to blackmail me, I will kill your whole family!" Mo Nan's eyes burst into bright radiance.
The seven clan old turn pale with fright, shouted loudly: "Impudent! We West Monster Race, you are bold enough, do you know how many powerhouses in our clan are more powerful than Daxian Shizhe? You are Courting death! Throw away the ancient zither obediently and kneel down! Unless you really want to try someone who is faster!"
"Good——"
Mo Nan consumes After these few words, I just wanted to communicate with Yiner secretly, he said a word, and his whole body flashed away suddenly.
Everyone simply couldn't see his silhouette clearly, they just saw that there was a stream of light passing by, and instantly rushed to the front of the Seven Clan Elders!
Boom——
There was a loud bang. When everyone saw it clearly, they had already discovered that Mo Nan was already suspended in the sky, and it was exactly that in his arms. Yiner almost suffocated.
At this moment, the only difference between Mo Nan is that a long streamer cloak appeared behind him.
"This, what speed is this?" When Uncle Shan saw him, he was shocked.
But then he smelled a faint blood-reeking qi in his nose.
"Ah..."
Uncle Shan suddenly screamed. He found that his body was cut straight past by rays of light. The body has been cut into two pieces.
As for the seven elders in the middle, a bloodstain slowly appeared on his body. It looked like a bloodstain, but it was actually a wound cut directly by the streamer cloak.
Mo Nan's streamer cloak borrowed his Sea of Consciousness power, and now his is Sea of Consciousness, so using streamer cloak is of course formidable power!
"You, do you dare to kill me, my Western Monster Race must find you, and will not let you go..." The seven clansman still wants to protect his body, but the spiritual power simply is It's hard to get together.
"You don't need to come to the West Monster Race, I will find you!"
Mo Nan watched Yin'er slowly recover, he was only slightly relieved now, but now With West Monster Race, Jin Clan has already forged an enmity, and then there must be only killing!
Mo Nan stomped on the air, and slammed down on the body of the seven tribe elders.
hong long!
All the cultivators in that area were trampled into flesh and blood.
Wow!
With this huge shattering sound, Mo Nan's figure began to flicker. He wants to kill these homing realms, the Heaven and Earth Dharma Idol realm, just using the streamer cloak, Xingyi Disillusionment is enough.
"Ah...Run!"
"Mo Nan, let us go! We just came to watch the excitement!"
"Spirit Race On the above, we, we are the bloodline-connected acquaintances, please don't care about us with Spirit Race."
They all want to escape, but Mo Nan is not planning to let it go. If it was really a matter of no concern to oneself, they would have escaped long ago, and those who are still here now must have coveted him.
shua shua ——
Mo Nan’s several flashes have already killed more than half of the cultivators. The rest were scattered in horror and fled to a farther place. Place to go.
But among the many fugitives, only one stood still.
That is the lingpo with the Xianfu in one palm!
Her eyes looked at Mo Nan, and her almost airtight clothes began to tremble slightly, obviously very excited.
Mo Nan naturally saw her. Once he fights against him, unless he uses the Nine Heavens scroll and Asura War God, he really doesn't dare to ask him to kill the psychic.
"Yin'er, are you all right? Wait a while for me!"
Yin'er covered her sore throat, nodded with tears in her eyes: "Well, I know! You said that my throat won't be incapable of eating, right?"
"It will be better!"
After Mo Nan finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards After Lingpo, a touch of indifference flashed in his eyes.
He had sacrificed his life to help the Lingma in the seabed before. I didn't expect her to kill him so mercilessly today. Now it's time to settle the accounts.
"You didn't even run!" Mo Nan coldly said.
Lingpo looked at Mo Nan in a daze, and suddenly said something that made Mo Nan froze in an instant: "Mo Nan - you, are you a descendant of the senior gentleman?"
hong long!
Mo Nan's heart trembled: "Do you know Qinghan Han?"
Moreover, listening to the words of Ling Po, it is also called Qing Qing Cold is senior, it seems that the relationship is not ordinary.
He saw that the Lingma was still hesitating, he couldn't help but step forward, shouted angrily: "Say-where is the gentle cold?"
The Lingma looked handsome when he saw Mo Nan Cold, her eyes are like electricity, she thought for a while, and then slowly said: "Of course I know... 700 years ago, I was here for a period of time with the senior cultivation of Qinghan. Friendship! My daughter Xiaojing and I are close friends."
"Daughter?"
Mo Nan's head suddenly buzzed again, standing in the middle of the sky. Zi actually took a few steps back, as if he had suffered a fierce blow. His heart was surging. He became an emperor at the age of more than three hundred years. He reigned for more than six hundred years. He was finally reborn and returned for another thousand years.
Even when he was in the emperor teacher, Qinghan had already left sadly!
According to this calculation, it has been more than a thousand years since Qinghan had separated from him. Even if he found Dao Companion, it would not be surprising that he gave birth to offspring.
It's just that hearing such news in his ears makes him unwilling to believe it!
"She, how is she doing well?" Mo Nan murmured after a while.
Lingpo looked towards Mo Nan strangely. She knew that Mo Nan was able to obtain the protection of the ancient zither of Qinghan, which must have something to do with the senior of Qinghan, but from Mo Nan’s age, even one hundred The age is not enough, how can such an age overlap with Qinghan senior?
"Fortunately! I remember that she also came back to see if anyone touched the piano, and finally, she left..."
Mo Nan listened , Could not help but close his eyes gently!
Sometimes, forgetting and not terrifying, the most fearful thing is to hear news about her suddenly!
"When the senior was leaving, she went to a place where she would often be in a daze. If you are really a senior's deceased, maybe you can go and see." said the Lingpo He continued to the other end of the mountain, and said some old things.
Lingpo actually doesn't know the identity of Mo Nan, but according to her contact with Qinghan, since Mo Nan can obtain the ancient zither of Qinghan, the relationship is absolutely extraordinary.
Mo Nan was frowned after listening, and then he picked up Yiner with one hand, said solemnly: "Lead the way, let's go and see!"
Lingpo hesitated, She reminded: "That place is more dangerous than here, and this journey will definitely provoke West Monster Race..."
"West Monster Race? What terrifying is there? I'll cut as many as they come. How much!"
Mo Nan knew some news about Weihan. He was impossible to find out. He now has the ancient zither of Weihan, at least to make sure that she is still alive.
Lingpo hesitated a bit, but seeing Mo Nan's posture, she had to lead the way.
Yin'er stretched out her neck and looked towards Lingpo. She is a Spirit Race and her recovery ability is naturally amazing. Now her neck has been swollen a lot. She curiously asked: "Mother, what is that place? Something? Is there anything to eat?"
"Hehe, no! I just heard Xiaojing mention it, it seems to be a grave for an important person by the senior gentleman!"