During this period, he has been observing Yang Kai’s small Qiankun’s situation. He naturally cannot detect it normally. However, because he wants to connect the will of Mochao, Yang Kai’s small Qiankun’s portal has been opened, allowing Mochao to swallow its own power. Ouyang Lie can see some clues.

In the past few months, the seventh grade has been sucked to death.

However, Yang Kai Xiao Qiankun's power was still full and there was no reduction at all. It was obvious that the creatures he raised in captivity played a role.

Now Yang Kai’s little Qiankun Wuyu is worried that he will be drained by the Mo Cang, and his soul is protected by the Warm God Lotus. Even if the King Lord takes action personally, he may not be able to do anything to him, so there is no need to worry too much about safety.

However, the Mo tribe used means to trap his soul in the space of the Mo Nest, and I don’t know when he would escape.

Ouyang Lie secretly estimated that the situation would not change much in the short term. He didn't have much to do, so he was waiting here to monitor Yang Kai's condition. If there was anything wrong, he could only report it immediately.

In the space of the ink nest, time passed, and another two months passed in the blink of an eye.

It has been almost half a year since the space of this ink nest was closed. In half a year, it is nothing to the domain master or the eighth-grade Motu.

It takes a retreat to practice for ordinary times, but no one can take dozens or hundreds of years, just half a year, but in a flash of fingers.

However, for the Motu, the surname of Wan, it has been a little torment in the past six months.

The Soul Saving Thorn is constantly eroding his soul and spirituality. Even if the other two Mo disciples help, it will be difficult to stop the decline. If his soul can return to the body and unite the divine body, it will be of some help to the current situation.

However, the Mo tribe's domain masters were very concerned and did not dare to open the space of the Mo Nest easily, for fear that the human race would escape. In this situation, how could the Mo people in the surname Wan return to their souls and unite with their body?

In addition, Mo Chao has been devouring his little universe's power, which has made his current situation even worse.

He didn't know what the situation was like for his little Qiankun, but if the little Qiankun consumed too much power, it would shine on his soul.

With the assistance of the two companions, after half a year of perseverance, the Motu of Wan finally couldn't hold on anymore.

When the violent fluctuations of the soul power rose, the six Mo Clan domain masters were monitoring the movements of Wen Shenlian. Turning their heads to look, they saw that the soul and soul of the Motu who was surnamed Wan exploded and turned into fluorescence, dissipating in the space of this ink nest.

"Brother Wan!" the old man cried out in grief, feeling sad.

Another Mo Tu also expressed grief.

They have done everything they can do, but they still cannot save their companions' lives. Before entering this mission in the Mo Nest Space, no one expected that the situation would develop into this ghost.

The lineup of six Mo Clan domain masters and four eighth-grade Mo disciples can be touched even if the human ancestors come.

But now, the two Mo disciples have died and the human race is still hiding in the Wen Shenlian without any movement, but the Mo clan has no way to deal with him.

Hun Di's eyes blew fire.

Another one was lost!

Including the previous two losses, the Mo Clan's dispute has caused the Mo clan to lose two eighth-grade Mo disciples, one domain master, and three other souls to be severely damaged. Now I don't know whether it is death or life.

Such losses are no longer small for the Mo tribe today.

After experiencing wars, the Mo tribe in the Dayan War Zone was no longer the situation of great family and great business hundreds of years ago. The number of domain masters and eighth-grade Mo disciples was reduced by more than half compared to hundreds of years ago.

A question suddenly arose in Hun Di's heart.

Is it worth paying such a great price to force the human race to give up the ink nest?

If the plan succeeds, it is of course worth it!

But until now, the plan has been carried out, and there are many ups and downs. Only one person has been sent to the human race, which has caused them to lose power. In the words of the human race, the Mo race is now in a difficult situation.

The price paid is too high. Give up at this time and let them explain to the king?

So no matter what, we must also eliminate this human race and take down the Wen Shenlian. In this way, we can have a proper statement in front of the king.

On the other side, the two Mo Tu watched the souls of the companions of Wan's surname dissipate and their bodies disappeared. They were sad and worried about their situation.

Although they have not been injured, if their souls do not return to their positions for a long time, it will be a problem, let alone the Mocha is still devouring the power of their little universe.

They are of the eighth grade, but how long can they last?

One year, two years, or three years? No one can say.

In fact, they had already felt a little tired at this moment. Although it was not obvious, it was definitely because the physical strength was consumed and the soul was shining.

This little bit of fatigue is nothing at the moment, but if you leave it alone, the situation will only become more and more serious.

But they are just Mo Tu. As slaves of the Mo tribe, who can advise the domain lords at this time to let them give up this plan?

The domain lords could not give up easily. The two Mo Tu vaguely foreshadowed their miserable endings. Now they can only expect that the human race's realm is the same as their speculation, not the eighth grade, but the seventh grade, or the sixth grade.

Only in this way can they persist longer than the other party.

Time passes in this silence.

One year, two years...

The Mo Clan's domain masters remained the same, but the soul bodies of the two eighth-grade Mo disciples were obviously dim, and the fluctuations of their souls seemed extremely weak, as if they were sick.

The soul will naturally not get sick. This situation will occur, and there is only one possibility.

Their body outside was almost unable to hold on. For two years, Mochao was swallowing the power of their little universe all the time, and even the eighth grade could not withstand it.

The weakness of the body shines on the soul, and the current situation will naturally appear.

After enduring for so long, the octogenarian finally couldn't help it. He came to Hun Di tremblingly and bowed and said, "Sir, can you open the space of the Mo Nest and let me retreat first? We are afraid that we won't be able to hold on for long."

Hun Di's eyes were struggling. To be honest, he didn't want to lose two eighth-grade Mozang here for nothing, after all, it had already lost before.

He is also willing to let these two eighth-grade Mo Tu survive.

I didn’t open the Mo Cang space before because I was afraid that Yang Kai would take the opportunity to escape, so now I naturally have this concern.

But now it won’t work if you don’t open it. If you don’t open it, the two Mo Tu must die here.

He couldn't understand, how could this human race be able to survive even more than the eighth-grade Motu? His previous inference should be correct. If this human race is really eighth-grade, and the soul has been nourished by the warm god lotus for thousands of years, it will definitely be much more than the normal eighth-grade one.

Since he only showed the normal level of the eighth-grade soul, it means that his true cultivation is not the eighth-grade, and it is very likely that he is the seventh-grade.

The seventh-grade Creation of the small universe is naturally not as good as the eighth-grade Motu. However, the two eighth-grade Motu are almost unable to hold on, but the human race is not moving at all.

Now that things have come to this point, we can only let two eighth-grade motuos retreat first, and then stay and continue to waste time with each other.

Pay attention. Just when we were about to open the space of the Mo Nest, a very weak voice suddenly came from Wen Shenlian, who had not been moving: "Yes, just open the space of the Mo Nest quickly. I'm about to be unable to hold on. We will tie this time, and we will talk about it next time we have the chance to meet."

Next time?

Hun Di glared at his eyes and shouted: "Don't be rampant, no matter if you have the means of enlightenment, you will definitely die here!"

The octogenarian's soul was trembling and silently looking up at the sky. If his body was here, he would definitely cry.

The only glimmer of life was also destroyed by that human race...

He retreated silently and searched for a secluded corner with another companion, restraining the fluctuations of his own soul and minimizing the loss of power.

I hope to last longer than the human race.

Inside the Wen Shenlian, Yang Kai kept saying: "This domain master, why are you? Those two people are obviously about to be unable to hold on. If you don't open the space of the Mo Nest, they will definitely die here. I don't care. I have killed so many of you, and now I can still earn two people together and I will not lose."

"There are not many domain masters and eighth-grade Mo disciples on your side. Think about it, after a series of battles, our human tribe suffered so much casualties, not to mention that if two more deaths are killed, the losses will be great. By the way, how is the King's injury? My human tribe's ancestors often visit him? We are all neighbors, so we should interact with each other. You are more familiar with each other and you don't see you visiting them. It's so boring."

"Don't be mute. I'm almost out of my way, so I can't say a few words together? Alas, I think I've been practicing for a lifetime and have only been a seventh grade, but the Mo Clan's domain lord has killed so many. Unfortunately, God is jealous of the talent and will eventually die here."

"For the sake of my dying, I'll ask you something. If you can, you can go back, but you can't. The Mo Clan's ink nest is classified, and the first level is the next level of the sub-nest. So whose nest is the king-level ink nest? What gave birth to the king-level ink nest? This question has troubled me for a long time. Can you please help me? If you can tell me, I will die with my eyes."

The domain masters kept silent, but when they heard the human race talking to themselves, they finally confirmed one thing. He was indeed not an eighth grade, but only a seventh grade.

Although he has the possibility of lying, what is the point of lying now?

What's more, this situation is the same as their previous inference, and all this noisy human race must be of the seventh grade.

It's a shame!

It would be fine if the eighth grade made them so embarrassed. Now that they were made like this by a seventh grade, all the domain masters couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. If possible, they would want to drag Yang Kai out of the warm god lotus and ask him to taste the torture in the world so that they could relieve the hatred in their hearts.
Chapter completed!