Mu Jie's personal magic weapon is the Lian Yue Jiao left by her mother. It is not only white as snow, but also feels as delicate as fresh snow. Although it is not a top-grade magic weapon, she has never been willing to throw it away. Firstly, she can't find a better one, and secondly, it is the only memorial left by her mother. After so many years, she has used it with ease and can fully exert the effect of the Lian Yue Jiao.
At this moment, the purple light flew over. Mu Jie raised her arm slightly, and the Lian Yue Jiao in her hand shot out quickly, entangled with the purple light, and began to fight. The white and purple colors were particularly conspicuous in the dark night. The two balls of light rolled in the air like flames, but the white light was obviously weaker than the purple light.
No one knew who emitted the purple light. The other party was in the dark, while Mu Jie was in the light. There was no doubt that the person who could be regarded as a trusted master by the city lord Ma Dong must not be an ordinary person. Even though she struggled to hold on, she soon fell into a disadvantage. The purple light became brighter, while the white light gradually weakened.
The black fog on the other side was much larger in area than the purple light, and its power was naturally greater. Wherever the black fog went, the grass and trees turned into charred black. If it fell on a person, he would be turned into a corpse in a moment.
Zhou Yin held three talismans in his hand, chanted some incantations, and threw them towards the black fog.
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