"Slow down." Mo Tiange stopped Mosaru from what he was about to say, "How do I know, aren't you lying to me this time?"

Mosado opened his mouth and was stunned.

After a while, it said, "But you beat me, but you didn't kill me..." It thought that for humans, this behavior was a expression of goodwill.

Mo Tiange said lightly: "I won't kill you because you were once the spiritual beast of Emperor Gaozu. For the sake of Emperor Gaozu, you have no threat to me, so it's okay to let you go."

This sentence made Molong feel Mo Tiange's strong confidence, and he couldn't help asking: "Then you..."

"But do you have kindness to me for the sake of Emperor Gaozu?" Mo Tiange looked at it directly, "After all, the spirit beast contract has expired. You are just a monster to me now."

Mosado floated in the air and his eyes became distant. The wound on its body was not light, and the tiny blood kept dripping to the sea.

"Although our monsters are hostile to humans, we will be grateful if humans save us." Mosado said calmly, "Six thousand years ago, I lived in Guixu Sea. The whole clan was slaughtered, and I was almost killed. It was my master who saved me. Therefore, I was willing to sign a spiritual beast contract with my master and become her spiritual beast."

Mo Tiange's eyes moved, his hands reached into Qiankun bag, took out a jade bottle, and threw it over: "Eat it, your injuries are very serious."

Mosasaurus opened his mouth wide and bit the jade bottle. Its eyes were puzzled: "You..."

"I want to talk to you about a deal, too."

Mosado shook his head and said nothing.

"I know that you monsters have no elixirs to eat, so they practice much slower than humans. Moreover, the seventh to eighth levels are the most difficult hurdles for monsters. If you pass it, you can transform into a real spiritual creature, but if you can't pass it, you will always be just a monster." Mo Tiange raised his eyebrows and said with some pride, "I can give you elixirs that may allow you to successfully advance to the eighth level, but as a transaction, you must let your descendants sign a spirit beast contract with me and tell me that secret."

Speaking of this, Mo Tiange smiled: "Of course, the bottle of pill you are biting now is not within the scope of the transaction, it is just for healing you."

"..." Mosado no longer communicated with her with his divine thoughts. A trace of doubt flashed in its eyes, but soon, he bit open the jade bottle and swallowed all the pills inside.

Then, a faint layer of spiritual energy appeared around its body, wrapping its wounds, and then a white light lit up in the wounds. Among the white light, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the light dissipated, Mosaurus twisted his head, shook his tail, and said, "Thank you, my injury has improved a lot."

Mo Tiange smiled slightly: "Can we talk about our transaction?"

Mosado hesitated for a moment and said, "Our Mosado tribe is living happily in this sea. I don't want my descendants to be spiritual beasts for human monks again."

Faced with this answer, Mo Tiange smiled: "Even if I give you the pills that will help you advance to the eighth level?"

The Mosado twisted for a moment, facing downward, as if he was struggling. After a while, it said: "It is not that simple for a monster to advance to the eighth level. I have been with my master for a thousand years, and only went from the fifth level to the seventh level. No matter how much pill the master gave me, I have never broken through the eighth level. I don't think it is worth my exchange for the freedom of my descendants."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Tiange nodded softly: "You care about your descendants very much."

Mosado blinked his eyes and released some kindness: "As long as you stop hunting this sea beast, I will tell you this secret, and this is still valid. Although we sea tribes will hunt each other on weekdays, your killing indiscriminately will destroy the balance between us. Our Mosado tribe is doing well here and do not want to give up here."

"I understand." Mo Tiange sighed, his eyes turned on Mosado, but said, "But, how can I believe that your secret is true?"

Mosaichi was stunned for a moment, shaking his tail, as if he was a little distressed: "This, I..."

"You are willing to risk your descendants to stop me, which means that your race is very caring for your descendants, right?"

This sentence Mosado was silent. After a while, a firm light flashed in its eyes: "Humans, even if you kill me, I will not hand over the freedom of my descendants."

Mo Tiange smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be too busy refusing. Let me ask you, you are just a seventh-level monster and can live for nearly ten thousand years. I think your mosasaurs can live for tens of thousands of years?"

Mosado hesitated for a moment and pointed his head: "Yes, I can live at least ten thousand years."

"For you, the lifespan of human monks is very short, right?"

After a moment of silence, Mosadao agreed again: "Yes. When I followed my master, I had lived for thousands of years. At that time, my master was still very young, but after the master sat down, I lived for thousands of years..."

"Then, let your descendants follow me, even if I am as strong as your master in the future, I will only give more than a thousand years of freedom, right?"

Mosasaur did not object to this conclusion: "That's right."

Mo Tiange smiled: "What if I could let it reach the eighth level? Is it worth the freedom of more than a thousand years?"

Hearing this sentence, Mosasaurus stopped. Confusion, measurement, and hesitation flashed in its eyes.

Mo Tiange knew that it needed to consider, so he didn't urge it. He just shook the fan in his hand and looked up, as if he was just standing here to watch the scenery.

Upgrading to the eighth level is an almost irresistible temptation for monsters. Although this Mosasaur rejected it once, it is difficult to refuse it again.

After a long time, a voice sounded in my mind again: "You are only at the sixth level. Can you really do it? This is something my master couldn't do it either."

Mo Tiange smiled: "You will know if it's possible if you wait for a moment."

After saying that, she lit up her eyebrows and drove the magic trick. In the shocked gaze of Mosado, she entered the Xutian Realm.

In order to heal Jing and Daojun, the fig fruit is gone, but she has other spiritual medicines that can help advance.

After swaying in the medicine field, Mo Tiange grabbed a hundred fruits and then left the Xutian Realm.

Seeing her suddenly appear in front of her, Mosado was shocked. It shook its head, unable to understand. Has humans invented any spell? But then, its eyes were attracted by the Bai Yaoshen singers.

Although it has lived in the sea for a long time, this does not prevent it from seeing that this is a psychic fruit!

The Ten Thousand Years Spirit Fruit contains a huge amount of spiritual energy. If you eat it, it is indeed very likely that it will break through in one fell swoop and enter the eighth level!

Seeing Mosado's shocked look and staring at the fruit in her hand in disguise, Mo Tiange smiled: "Do you believe it now?"

Mosado couldn't help swallowing, and turned his gaze away from the hundred fruits with difficulty and looked at Mo Tiange. This time, it was silent for a long time.

Mo Tiange was not in a hurry, but just waited patiently.

After a while, the voice of Mosasaur sounded: "Human, I believe that although you are not as powerful as my master, you have these treasures. Maybe you can really let your spirit beast break through the eighth level." It hesitated for a moment, and finally said firmly, "Let me do this, I'll tell my descendants and see if anyone among them is willing to be your spirit beast."

Mo Tiange smiled: "Yes, just go, I'm waiting here."

Mosado nodded his head, shook his tail, drilled into the sea, and dived in urgent need.

Mo Tiange looked at the place where it disappeared and put away the hundred fruits. She was not afraid that this mosasaur would come up with any ideas to force it to rob. If it could make it break through the eighth level spirit fruit, it would definitely not be willing to share it with other seventh level monsters. And if she promised her, it might make another eighth level monster among her descendants, which is very attractive to this mosasaur that loves her descendants very much.

She tried every means to collect a Mosasaur as a spirit beast. Although she felt that this race had the wisdom that ordinary monsters did not have, more importantly, her descendants were the weakness of this old Mosasaur. At the beginning, she had such malicious intentions towards her and wanted to deceive her, how could she believe the secret it said? Only when she took its descendants as a spirit beast could she believe that its words were true.

Not long after, spiritual energy fluctuations came from the sea again. Mo Tiange briefly identified that the leader was the seventh-level monster, and there were several fifth-level sixth-level monsters.

After a moment, the massago emerged with its descendants: "Humanity, my descendants are willing to agree to your conditions, you can choose one of them."

Mo Tiange looked down and saw that in front of him, there were five small mosasaurs, three or five levels and two or six levels. He was much smaller than the mosasaur in body. The smallest tail was also injured, which was the one she had injured at the beginning.

"You... are all willing?"

All five little mosasaurs were shaking their tails and did not answer immediately. One of them asked: "Can you really get grandpa to advance?"

Mo Tiange was even more surprised: "Can you speak human language?"

Old Mosasaur said: "As long as we Mosasaur reaches the fifth level, we will have wisdom that is no lower than the eighth level of other monsters."

"Oh." Mo Tiange nodded and answered the previous question, "I can only give it a spiritual fruit that may be promoted. I can't guarantee whether it can really advance."

The five little masalas looked at each other and all patted their tails excitedly: "Then we all want to."

After hearing this, Mo Tiange smiled. It seems that not only the old Mosadao loves his descendants, but his descendants also respect their ancestors very much, so she feels relieved.

She turned to the old Mosasaur and asked, "Are you thousands of years old?"

Lao Mosado said: "Xiao Fan is only eight hundred years old, and the other ones are from over one thousand to over four thousand years old."

"Xiaofan?"

The injured little mosasaur on the tail patted the water surface and said timidly: "It's me."

The old Mosado pointed at the other few with his fin: "This is Xiaoyu, Xiaofeng, Xiaokai, Xiaoyun."

Mo Tiange wanted to laugh a little, but the names of these mosasaurs were interesting. She couldn't help asking: "What about you?"

The old Mosado replied, "My name is Xiaoqing."

"..." Mo Tiange had the urge to laugh wildly. Her ancestor Mo Yaoqing was really a talent! The voice of this old Mosado sounded like an old human, and it was actually called Xiaoqing!

She held back her smile and asked, "Then what's your surname? Isn't it just the surname Cang?"

"No." Old Mosado shook his head, "Our surname is Bai, and my name is Bai Xiaoqing."

"..." This time, Mo Tiange not only wanted to laugh wildly, but also wanted to beat the ground.

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