"You...are you him?"

When Li Mubai heard this, he felt a little shocked. He ignored Zhang Xiaomao who was staring at him, but stared at Mo Li in amazement.

"Can I hear my voice now?"

A voice that was unaware of by the male and female suddenly came out of his mouth. Li Mubai's originally peaceful heart seemed to throw a huge stone into it, stirring up a splash of water about a foot high. This voice was so familiar. Since he became sensible, this voice has been appearing in his dreams. However, since he mastered the Yin-Yang Soul Conjuring Lamp, he no longer appeared. Unexpectedly, he appeared today, and was still a monk.

Mo Li said that he was a disciple of Demon Romon. If that was the case, the Yin-Yang Soul-Summoning Lamp and Demon Romon were afraid that they would be closely related. Could this Soul-Summoning Lamp be a thing of the Demon Sect?

"Haha, I don't have much relationship with the current Demon Romon. I am only responsible for protecting the soul-summon lamp. Demon Romon was born more than ten years ago. At that time, you were already aged. The reason I left you some time ago was because I just returned to Demon Romon and retrieved my body."

Mo Li seemed to know what Li Mubai was thinking. After a smile, he patted his chest and spoke softly.

"Are you finished? I won't make things difficult for you if I hand over the green lamp."

Zhang Xiaomao just knew that the two were talking, and as for the content, he didn't hear it clearly.

"It seems that this person must be decided first."

Li Mubai smiled bitterly and turned around, looking at the angry Zhang Xiaomao.

"Does it directly destroy it, let its souls be dispersed?"

Mo Li's voice was still gentle. He did not have a trace of fireworks when he said this, but saying this made people feel cold.

Is this still a monk? No, absolutely not. Monks are compassionate and must not have a random idea of ​​killing, but Mo Li said it very easily and strangely.

"Of course not, are you crazy? This is a school, so I will teach you a lesson."

Li Mubai sweated coldly and said.

When Zhang Xiaomao, who was far away, saw Mo Li standing up, took out the Taoist robe from the bag beside him and put it on the Taoist crown, because they attached great importance to wearing Maoshan fighting. He also pulled out a yellow talisman, clamped the yellow talisman with one finger, and stomped his feet on the ground desperately, and muttered something in his mouth.

"The art of divine strike?"

Mo Li frowned slightly, and then his brows unfolded.

A very famous spell in Maoshan Technique. If you ask the gods to go up and increase your own strength, this spell has a strong sequelae, but it is not as easy as the TV says. Especially, if the gods you invite are powerful, the body consumes particularly severely. If the gods you invite are not powerful, the consumption is not strong. Of course, asking the gods is just a superficial statement. In fact, it is borrowing magic. The power borrowed by the caster's own ability is borrowed. However, there is also time limit. If the enemy has not been eliminated within a certain period of time, then the caster's own power to ask the gods will fade away, and then he can only be slaughtered.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger around it, and there were no other people in the cherry blossom forest except for three people.

A heavy rain is coming, who will come out again?

The yellow leaves were rolled into the air and hit the face and felt aching. The wind carried sand, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Are you sure to deal with it?"

Li Mubai hid behind Mo Li and asked.

In this strong wind, Mo Li could still stand straight, only the black monk's robe blown by the wind, and the silver cloud pattern lace was rolling in the wind, and his face actually brought a smile.

"I haven't returned to my body for a long time. The level of fit has not yet recovered before, and my strength is only one-tenth of that before. If you can borrow the soul-summoning lamp for me, I think you can directly burn it with the fire in the lamp, which will make him lose ashes. Amitabha, I have a murderous thought again, so good."

Mo Li glanced at Zhang Xiaomao who took out a handful of sandalwood in the distance in the strong wind and smiled slightly. The bundle of sandalwood in Zhang Xiaomao's hand, no, was a tribute incense. It was a little yellower than the fragrance that worshiped his ancestors on weekdays, the fragrance body was longer, and the fragrance body was slightly larger.

Amitabha Buddha, he had a murderous thought and was so kind. What kind of monk is this? He is simply a demon monk. Li Mubai rolled his eyes, and only a fool would lend him the soul-suming lamp.

"Master Mo Li, I know that behind your strength, why not let me see it? You have been watching the soul-summoning lamp for eighteen years, so why bother to hurry up?"

Li Mubai smiled and whispered.

"It's not just eighteen years? You have been in charge of this lamp for so many years, but without me, the soul-summoning lamp wouldn't have been able to exert its true power. Okay, let's go back to the dormitory and chat slowly."

Mo Li turned his head and looked at Li Mubai, and said with a smile, but his face was very heavy, as if he was recalling some past.

At this time, a roar came from afar. Zhang Xiaomao's Taoist robe had been torn off, revealing his strong muscles. His skin was very white. He could not have imagined that a small boy could have such a toned figure. A small red light suddenly appeared strangely. The red light had spread throughout his body. His originally fair skin turned red at this moment, as if it was scalded by boiling water. Compared to before, Zhang Xiaomao's expression was completely different, and he rushed towards Li Mubai with big strides.

"I'll help you take these things for me."

Mo Li pointed to the shopping bags on the ground and said with a smile.

"good."

Li Mubai grabbed the shopping bag on the ground and followed Mo Li. Because after Zhang Xiaomao invited the gods to the body, his momentum was completely different, and he was even more fierce than fighting with Na Sheng that day.

"stop!"

Zhang Xiaomao shouted suddenly, and the sound exploded next to Li Mubai's ears. The sound was loud, and his ears were numb and continued to ring in his ears.

"Amitabha!"

Mo Li clasped his hands together, and his two thumbs wrapped around the Buddhist beads between his neck. A faint sound of Buddha singing began, and the shout was gradually covered up.

Zhang Xiaomao's expression remained unchanged, and his body suddenly jumped up and slashed Mo Li with a palm in the air.

Now Zhang Xiaomao borrowed the magic and became extremely powerful. His brute force was beyond imagination. It seemed that he was planning to rob. Faced with this powerful force, Li Mubai was like a chicken.

"I didn't expect that this Taoist Technique is quite high, but I actually borrowed a low-level magic power."

After Mo Li sneered, a murderous intent emerged from the eyes of the phoenix.

"Mo Li, just teach him a lesson. This is not the magic world, so be careful."

Li Mubai rubbed his ears and spoke out to remind him.

"I have my own sense of responsibility."

Mo Li swung his sleeves and took Li Mubai away from his original position. Zhang Xiaomao cut the air and rushed towards Li Mubai again. Mo Li reached out and grabbed Li Mubai's waist and threw it away. He only felt that his body was wrapped in a very gentle energy and sent it out.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Zhang Xiaomao missed the hit and rushed to Li Mubai's position again. Mo Li stepped a little and flew out lightly. Zhang Xiaomao felt his shoulders tight and was caught by a big hand.

"Bald donkey, seeking death!"

Zhang Xiaomao slapped his backhand in anger and just hit Mo Li's palm. Zhang Xiaomao couldn't help but take a few steps back, while Mo Li stood there, motionless, and looked at Zhang Xiaomao with a cold look.

"Drink! Demon-subduing Seal!"

Zhang Xiaomao's face turned red, he took mysterious steps, and pinched a magic seal with his palm, and came to Moli's seal with an extremely powerful aura.

After asking the gods to go up, you can actually cooperate with the Maoshan Secret Seal method. This secret seal is Maoshan’s kung fu, which is specially used for the gods to fight. It is extremely powerful. Even a tree will be interrupted by this demon-subduing seal. This is a combination of martial arts and magic, and the power is so great that you can imagine.

Mo Li saw this demon-subduing seal on him, his face was not very good-looking, but he still stood there motionless, with one hand standing in front of his chest, and began to whisper in his mouth.

"Amitabha, since you are still obsessed with it, I will teach you a lesson with the Buddhist Palm of Compassion."

Mo Li spoke lightly and jumped out.

The Great Compassionate Palm is a Buddhist kung fu. Due to the name, this palm technique is not very lethal. The characteristic of the palm technique is to use various clever forces such as entanglement, push, cut, and so on.

Originally, Zhang Xiaomao sneered at it. Although this Buddhist palm technique is exquisite, it is impossible to win against him in his current state, because he invited the magic power of the giant god, and his strength was extremely powerful. With the magic seal, the big tree could be knocked down with one palm. However, time is limited, with his current Taoist technique, it can only last for five minutes. So as soon as he invited the gods to the body, he couldn't wait to catch Li Mubai.

Mo Li's body movement was very strange. Li Mubai, who was watching the battle from a distance, exclaimed in surprise. He seemed to be a little familiar with this palm technique. If he could practice it, he would be very confident that he could perform such exquisite palm techniques.

Zhang Xiaomao asked the gods to go up, but he just blindly brute force, but Mo Li was different.

When this magic seal came in the sky, Mo Li avoided sideways, and his sleeves swept across his arm. Zhang Xiaomao suddenly felt that his distance was led forward by something, and he almost fell to eat shit. He was shocked and angry and planned to turn his head, and a angrily scolding came from his ears!

"Kneel down!"

Mo Li's voice was not loud, at least to Li Mubai, but when he reached Zhang Xiaomao's ears, it was like thunder, followed by a huge force slapped his shoulder.

"Click."

A sound of brittle cracks in the bones sounded, and Zhang Xiaomao was directly slapped on the ground by Mo Li's palm. The beggar was buried in the soil and his shoulders even shook him.

This powerful force hit his internal organs, and a stream of passionate blood spurted out, very embarrassed.

"Let's go."

Mo Li looked at Li Mubai who was dazed beside him, walked over and smiled faintly.

"This palm technique is too cruel."

Seeing Zhang Xiaomao kneeling there without moving, after a closer look, he actually fell into a coma, and just knelt in the cherry blossom forest, his knees were buried in the soil, his eyes were closed, and blood was still left at the corners of his mouth.

"It's not cruel, it's great compassionate palm. Go away quickly, it's going to rain."

Mo Li chuckled and took the shopping bag from Li Mubai's hand and strode towards the dormitory.

【Sorry, it's late tonight.】
Chapter completed!