Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Chapter 248

Thinking of this, Mo Nan looked at Qingniao.

His tone was cold and his sword intent was piercing.

"Gather all the strong men above the seventh level in your Holy Bird Realm here. I will only give you one hour."

Hearing Mo Nan's words, Qingniao and his men were really pardoned and breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter why the other party wanted them to gather all the strong men above the seventh level, whether they wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop, that was a matter for the future. At least, they were out of danger for now.

It is not easy to practice, especially for people like them who have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years, so they cherish their lives even more.

Death is the most unacceptable thing for them.

At least, after some buffer time, they can also discuss countermeasures.

Thinking of this, Qingniao immediately bowed his head: "Yes, sir, I will go now."

After speaking, Qingniao stood up, winked at the other people, and stepped into the world channel.

The Dark Birds also hurriedly followed, not daring to stop for a moment.

Watching the Blue Birds disappear, Mo Nan's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

Blue Bird, the dignity of the Holy Birds cannot be trampled on, you must defend the glory of the Holy Birds to the death.

As for whether the other party will escape, or seal the world channel, Mo Nan is not worried about it.

First of all, it is impossible to escape. The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. With their strength, it is impossible to escape from the Holy Bird Realm.

Sealing is possible, but Mo Nan has already left a mark on them, which is equivalent to leaving coordinates.

As long as a huge amount of reputation points is spent, an interstellar teleportation talisman can be exchanged in the [Reputation System]. At that time, he can naturally go to the Holy Bird Realm at will.

Moreover, since the world channel has appeared between the Holy Bird Realm and the Spirit Horn Realm, it proves that the two realms are now "bound" together. In the ocean of the universe, these two waves are wandering in the same trajectory.

With their strength, they are not yet able to cut off this connection.

In short, they can't run away.

Moreover, Mo Nan hopes that they can do something small.

Although it is more beneficial for the human race as a whole to subdue them, for Mo Nan himself, killing them is the most beneficial to him.

Of course, if Mo Nan tells his secret to the human race leaders, I believe they will find countless such worlds and send them to him for him to kill.

He doesn't even need to do it himself. Someone will beat the opponent to a pulp, send him in front of him, and then pull up his hand and make the last cut.

However, Mo Nan will not do this.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and a dam that is higher than the shore will be destroyed by the waves.

Who knows whether the internal leaders of the human race are really as united as they seem on the surface, and whether there are termites or spies of the Ten Thousand Races?

You know, there are countless golden fingers in the human race alone, and the strange abilities of the Ten Thousand Races are probably countless.

In this case, it is not impossible for someone to infiltrate the human race.

If he was exposed, Mo Nan had no doubt that those guys hiding in the dark would give up tens of thousands of years of business and attack him with all their strength, strangling him in the cradle.

Putting away these chaotic thoughts, Mo Nan's mind moved, and the five shadow clones disappeared.

Turning around, Mo Nan looked at the Jiaosheng people who had retreated to the end of the sky.

The Jiaosheng people felt Mo Nan's gaze, and their bodies immediately tensed, as if they felt the gaze of the god of death.

However, before they could speak, Mo Nan's faint words came over:

"I have given your tribe enough time. I will give you another hour to give me the final answer."

After saying this, Mo Nan's figure slowly disappeared and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The five Jiaosheng people looked at each other, and they all saw the solemnity and other meanings in each other's eyes.

At this moment, those seventh- and eighth-level warriors who were previously suppressed by the red bird's momentum gathered together, and there were more than a thousand people.

Among these people, except for some eighth-level warriors in Manghuang City, the others did not know what the terrible warrior meant.

Many people even did not know who that person was.

Therefore, these people looked at the five great saints of the Lingjiao clan, waiting for their explanation.

The Horn Saint looked at the people who were staring at him in confusion, slowly exhaled, and said:

"Remember the passage above the Savage Plain? The warrior just now was a human warrior..."

Above the sky, the Horn Saint beganHe told everyone about the human race and the two choices they gave to their clan.

Coincidentally, the human race required more than half of the seventh-level masters to agree, and now, all the masters above the seventh level have gathered together, which saves them some time.

So, Jiao Sheng began to tell everyone everything.

…

Below, in the carriage.

Mo Nan's figure slowly emerged.

Jiao Xi hurriedly walked up and bowed deeply to Mo Nan.

Mo Nan glanced at the other party and said lightly: "You don't have to thank me. I didn't take action because of you. Moreover, if your Lingjiao clan is unwilling to submit to the human race in the end, I will personally take action and bloodbath the Lingjiao world."

Jiao Xi was stunned when he heard this, and then his face turned pale and pursed his lips. I don't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Jiao Xi seemed to have made up his mind and slowly untied his belt.

Mo Nan just picked up a cup of tea, and just as he looked up, he saw a picture that made his blood boil.

Snow-white skin, proud peaks, flat plains, straight and slender legs.

Mo Nan almost spit out a mouthful of tea. When had he ever seen such a scenery when he was single for two lifetimes?

Fortunately, his current state of mind is very different, otherwise, if it were a few months ago, before he entered the martial arts, he would probably have a nosebleed now.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Nan frowned and spoke lightly.

He did not try to avoid her eyes, but looked directly at the other person. Of course, he did not look at her deliberately like Chen Xiaoer did.

"I..."

Jiao Xi's blushing face flashed with shame.

Can't you see what I want to do? How can a girl like her speak about such a thing?

"I... please, sir, spare my Lingjiao tribe. I am willing to be your maid and serve you from now on." Jiaoxi used up all her strength to say this. Her head was already deeply buried in the mountain. Her two long antlers were about to hit Mo Nan's face.