As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Wuque raised his hand and pointed gently.

The countless wind blades under his feet suddenly flew out.

Silent.

Cut through the space.

The speed seems to be faster than lightning.

Because, this is the wind blade.

It also contains a little power of heaven and earth.

Although Mo Ye, who was moving rapidly, did not look back, his divine sense had already sensed a sense of crisis coming from behind.

He subconsciously flashed to the left.

The next moment, Mo Xie's right arm was broken with his shoulders, and blood suddenly burst out from the wound.

Mo Xie was shocked and didn't care about his face at this time. He rolled up suddenly to avoid the next few wind blades.

Mo Xie breathed a sigh of relief, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He was surrounded by dense wind blades at some point.

Mo Xie slowly stood up, not caring about his dusty appearance, and looked at Zhan Wuque not far away, with an extremely ugly face, "How did you control these wind blades?"

This is not only Mo Ye's question, but also a doubt in the hearts of the audience.

It is too incredible to turn other people's attacks into your own use.

What's more, the difference between the two is so big.

It's simply impossible.

"You don't need to know," Zhan Wuque's face calmed down, "I said, I will give you a happy life and die."

Zhan Wuque raised his hand gently.

"etc!!"

Mo Xie's heart skipped a beat and he immediately spoke.

"There is no grudge between you and me in the past, and there is no grudge in the near future. Why do you have to share the life and death? Let me leave today, and from now on, the water of the well will not break the river. How about it?!"

Everyone was shocked to see Mo Ye begging for mercy.

Diyin Cave has been a disaster to pacify the city for many years and is very rampant. The master of Diyin Cave Mo Ye is even more rampant. With the power of the wind, he is extremely fast and comes without a trace.

In addition, he is good at poison skills.

All the warriors were very afraid of Mo Ye.

The warriors in the Diyin Cave are all a group of madmen, and Mo Ye is even more madman. No one dares to fight against Diyin Cave openly to avoid revenge.

Many bystanders present had heard of Mo Xie's reputation. This was the first time he saw him. He never thought that this fierce person who was enough to scare children crying in the middle of the night would also beg for mercy.

For a moment, Zhan Wuque's image completely replaced Mo Xie in everyone's hearts.

Their eyes looked at Zhan Wuque, with a look of awe.

How could even Mo Ye beg for mercy?

"You're right," Zhan Wuque's eyes were calm and he spoke slowly, "There is no grudge between you and me, but the people in your dark cave first robbed my treasure in front and then killed me, which is the dead grudge."

"But they have been killed by you," Mo Xie was so angry that he could only smile reluctantly and said angrily.

Zhan Wuque seemed to have not heard of it and continued to speak, "Do you know my principles in doing things?"

"You said," Mo Xie said with a smile.

"No one is allowed to rob the things I like, whoever robs them will die!"

Zhan Wuque's voice gradually spread out, although it was dull, but it had an unspeakable domineering aura.

"Yes, yes," Mo Xie kept nodding.

When people were under the eaves, they had to bow their heads. Mo Yesuan thoroughly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The two guardians looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

This is the first time they have heard such arrogant words, and they are extremely arrogant!

"It's very simple to live, hand over a drop of soul blood." Zhan Wuque continued.

A half-step martial spirit, and it is also one of the best among them, can control the power of wind and have great hope of breaking through the martial spirit. It would be a pity if you just die in your own hands.

Since Mo Ye was reborn from Zhan Wuque, he saw the first half-step martial spirit to master the power of the attributes of heaven and earth.

If you can get your company, it would be better.

Although Zhan Wuque has no intention of forming a force for the time being, having an extra helper can help him solve some troubles.

"Soul Blood?"

Mo Xie's face immediately became extremely ugly.

Soul blood is the blood of the soul. Even if it is only one drop, if it is controlled by others, it is equivalent to entrusting one's life and death to others.

Others only need to destroy their soul blood. At worst, they will die suddenly on the spot. At least, they will suffer severe damage to their souls and lose all their cultivation.

In other words, once the soul blood is handed over to Zhan Wuque, he must unconditionally wait for Zhan Wuque's arrangements in the future.

Zhan Wuque only needs to place his soul blood in the soul sea. Once he dies, Mo Xie will have a high probability of dying.

On the contrary, if Moye dies, Zhan Wuque will have no effect at all.

"No, this is impossible!"

Mo Xie spoke out and refused.

He would rather die in battle than be enslaved for the rest of his life!

Zhan Wuque's expression had not changed, and seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and said lightly, "I only need you to serve me for ten years. In ten years, whether to leave or stay is up to you."

"This is true?"

Mo Xie's eyes lit up.

In his eyes, just ten years was just a blink of an eye.

"If you swear to me with the heart of martial arts now, I will believe you." Mo Xie was worried that Zhan Wuque would go back on his word and wanted to force Zhan Wuque to swear.

Zhan Wuque heard this, a cold curve rose from the corner of his mouth, "You have no conditions to bargain with me."

"If you don't agree, you'll die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dense wind blades suddenly approached Mo Xie.

Mo Xie's body surface suddenly appeared dense wounds.

This is injured by the blade energy.

He did not have a golden body as strong as Zhan Wuque. He was only tempered by a little power of heaven and earth, and was stronger than ordinary warriors.

Mo Xie's face was gloomy and hesitant, and finally sighed deeply, "I promise you."

Does he have any choice in this situation?

If he dared to say no, he would have no doubt that Zhan Wuque would kill him immediately.

Just now, Zhan Wuque shot the dragon with arrows, and he knew that Zhan Wuque was a cruel and decisive person.

It’s useless for anyone Zhan Wuque to kill.

If Zhan Wuque will continue, he will be cut into pieces of meat at any time.

Promise, there is also a chance to survive and even be free.

If you don't agree, you will die immediately.

Even if Mo Ye is unwilling to accept it, he can only bow his head.

Anyway, it only took ten years, so he endured it.

Mo Xie pointed his left hand at the center of his eyebrows, and a drop of translucent blood shining with a trace of golden light was slowly pulled out from the center of his eyebrows.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Mo Xie let out a low roar.

The pain of taking out soul blood is ten times better than Lingchi!

Because this is to pull out soul blood from the soul.

Finally, the drop of soul blood was pulled out.

Mo Xie's face was pale and his face was covered with cold sweat as big as beans.

"for you!"

He swung his backhand, and his soul blood flew out, drawing a long arc in the air.

Those half-step martial spirit powerhouses hidden in the secret, including the guardians of the two auction halls, were very jealous and subconsciously wanted to grab the soul blood.
To be continued...