Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Mo Nan frowned and looked at the naked Jiao Xi.

He naturally couldn't do anything to the other party. Not to mention that Mo Nan was not a very lustful person, compared to the huge amount of upgrade points, everything else had to stand aside.

Even if Mo Nan really wanted to do something, he would not do it under such a situation that was no different from being forced.

Mo Nan waved his hand, and the blanket on the ground was rolled up directly, wrapping Jiao Xi tightly and pushing her into the corner.

"Want to take advantage of this young master? You think it's a beautiful idea."

Hearing Mo Nan's words, Jiao Xi was so angry.

In the entire Lingjiao world, I don't know how many young talents want to get close to her and look forward to it. As a result, I made such a great determination to decide to take advantage of her, and in the end, you said I wanted to take advantage of you?

I...

Thinking about it, Jiao Xi suddenly felt a little wronged, and tears couldn't help but roll in her eyes.

"Okay, the survival of the Lingjiao tribe also requires your choice, go."

While Mo Nan was speaking, he waved his hand and took off the soul-locking ring on the other party's neck.

In an instant, powerful energy emerged from Jiao Xi's body, and her cultivation returned.

As for the veil on the other party's face, Mo Nan did not take it back.

If they are willing to surrender, it will be considered as a gift from me to her. If they are unwilling to surrender, it will eventually return to my hands.

But no matter what, the soul-locking ring is no longer meaningful.

Feeling the return of her cultivation, Jiao Xi's beautiful eyes widened and looked at Mo Nan.

"Go, no matter what the result, you don't have to come back."

Hearing this, for some reason, Jiao Xi suddenly felt a little lost in her heart.

She opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She put on her clothes silently, looked at Mo Nan deeply, lifted the curtain of the car, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards Jiao Sheng and others.

Mo Nan retracted his gaze, poured himself a cup of Da Hong Pao, and began to taste it.

After taking a sip, Mo Nan also spent six million upgrade points and a "divine power fragment" to improve his Qi Refining to the seventh level of Wu Yi Realm, officially entering the ranks of the late martial arts grandmaster.

Mo Nan estimated that with his current combat power, it should not be a problem to suppress the blue bird, and even the red bird can fight.

This improvement made Mo Nan sigh that it was really a gold belt for killing and arson.

As for the [live broadcast system], Mo Nan has not closed it yet, so the rewards have not been settled yet. Mo Nan is not in a hurry to take care of these. His figure flashed and entered the [virtual martial arts arena], and began to consolidate his skyrocketing strength.

This is something that Mo Nan must do every time he improves his cultivation through external forces such as the "system".

Speaking of which, after his own polishing and condensation, it is indeed effective, but the effect is also very limited and not very obvious.

However, Mo Nan still felt that it was worth it to do so. Only in this way would Mo Nan feel more at ease.

…

Just when Mo Nan began to stabilize his cultivation, the strong men in the Lingjiao Realm also began to make their own choices.

Surprisingly, almost everyone chose to submit to the human race.

This was beyond the expectations of Jiao Sheng and others.

You know, they have a belief, that is, the God of Lingjiao.

For a race like them with their own beliefs, many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice, but now, everyone has chosen to submit, which surprised them.

No, what about the belief of our race? What about the oath to defend the dignity of the God of Lingjiao to the death?

This made Jiao Sheng feel relieved, but also a touch of sadness in his heart.

Today's young people are really worse than the previous generation.

"Lord Jiao Sheng, what about you?"

At this time, someone asked.

Jiao Sheng glanced at the person who spoke, it was none other than Jiao Xi, who was looking at him nervously.

At the same time, all the others looked at Jiao Sheng and his five companions with curiosity.

Jiao Sheng glanced at everyone, then looked at Ju Sheng and his companions, and then slowly said:

"I also agree to surrender."

After hearing Jiao Sheng's words, some people who were originally a little nervous were relieved.

They originally thought that Lord Jiao Sheng would be furious about this, but now they don't have to worry about anything.

Everyone is a fellow traveler, with the same ideas, heroes think alike.

Among them, Jiao Xi was the happiest.

When she heard Jiao Sheng's words, she was so excited that she almost cried.

She felt like a woman caught between her husband and her fatherThe weak woman, the key is that her father and her husband are going to fight each other to death, which makes her very embarrassed.

Now it's good, the best of both worlds, perfect.

As the Horn Saint spoke, the Giant Saint and several others also expressed their ideas one after another.

Without a doubt, it was passed unanimously.

However, a trace of entanglement flashed in the depths of the Spirit Saint's eyes.

He originally thought that he would first see how strong the human race is. If the strength is not enough, he would do it directly.

If the human race is very strong, then he will pretend to surrender first, and then find an opportunity to turn against it, lead the Spirit Horn Clan to take over all the resources of the human race, and look down on the universe.

But now, after seeing the powerful strength of the human race, he felt deeply desperate.

The guy with the red bird head, just by the momentum, made him suffer a lot of internal injuries. The gap is even greater than the gap between him and mortals.

As the oldest of the five great saints, although he has a loyal belief in the God of the Spirit Horn, he is also the least talented among them.

The moment he felt the momentum of the red bird, he felt deep despair.

He finally realized that even if he was given time to catch up, he would never reach the height of the red bird in his lifetime.

But such an unparalleled strong man was killed by the human strongman with a sword.

How could he not despair?

What he is struggling with now is whether he should choose to fly into the fire for the glory of the God of the Spirit Horn?

However, he also wants to see the wider world and does not want to perish.

In the end, the spiritual saint could only sigh helplessly.

Well, perhaps, the emergence of the human race is the will of the God of the Spirit Horn.

Thinking of this, the spiritual saint raised his head and looked at his descendants.

Unlike the solemn atmosphere just now, after making a decision, a yearning light began to appear in their eyes.

The universe, the myriad races, the most powerful being who has ruled the world for eternity, just these few words alone made them yearn for it.

They even began to envision themselves dominating the universe.