Fu Mian was sweating profusely and had a spontaneous smoke news. It took him an hour to refine the forbidden monument.

Yuxiao disciples came around and surrounded them. Although they only attacked the magic weapon outside and did not force them up, they also put endless pressure on them.

Yan Zhiliang said with a serious expression: "Following this situation, Yuxiao is using me as bait to lead the sect to rescue him."

He looked out a few times. When he came with Sima Quan, it was almost night. Now the sky was dark and it was dark ten miles away. Except for the flashes of inspiration in several directions, no one came to save him.

The female cultivator of the high-kitten sect said: "There may be someone here in the upper sect. Maybe it was because he had seen Yuxiao's plan and was only lying on the side. It would be better if he had such a stalemate, so he could calmly refine the Jishu and get out of here."

Taoist Tang blocked several stars and snorted, saying, "Where is this good thing? Now there is only one third-level cultivator who has cultivated the Dharma body. It doesn't take much effort, but we can kill us here. Without the help of the sect, we will be dead."

Yan Zhiliang agreed with this and said, "Senior Brother Tang is right. Judging from the outside situation, no one can help him. How could he leave?"

He looked at the bronze tripod, "I can't say it, just as the leader said, I can only borrow this item later."

The two Taoists of the Yuxiao Sect were always staring at the bottom, but at this moment, they were reluctant to see anyone come to rescue him, and they were confused. The thin old Taoist said, "How strange, is it that the Demon Sect ignores this place?"

Taoist Qingyi thought for a while and said, "If Pan Junxia does not occupy this altar, dozens of array plates downstream need to be leveled, but they need to put in several times the strength. The Demon Sect will never fail to reach out, but it is afraid that it is because it is wrong. Therefore, it is not moving."

The thin old Taoist said coldly: "Did you see it? That's okay, so add another fire to him."

The Taoist Qingyi started to press his hand and said, "Brother Dao, don't be anxious, this is not a good time, so wait."

The thin old Taoist nodded and said yes.

Another hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the altar ban monument had mostly turned red. It seemed that it was only a little short of refining.

The thin old Taoist said unscrupulously: "Don't wait any longer. Junior brother will protect me for the time being. I'll weigh these juniors."

After saying that, he shook his body and walked down.

When the Damosan school and others saw an old Taoist with a pair of eyebrows coming over, there was no bullet cloud on their heads. They suddenly realized that the monk who had cultivated the Nascent Soul Dharma Body came here, and they dared not let him approach. They all sacrificed magic weapons and called them.

The thin old Taoist acted calmly, laughed and pointed gently, and started the method of forbidden locking the heaven and earth.

Everyone here sank, like a mountain, and could not move.

At the same time, the thin old Taoist took a handful of Jin Ruyi and gently plucked it. Before he could show his power, he cut the side from the air.

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Damascus wanted to summon the mind and launch another attack, but found that the sensing was delayed and the drive was quite unsatisfactory. Knowing that there was something strange above his wish, he had to withdraw a little. He lingered above and looked for opportunities.

The thin old Taoist did not pay much attention to it. He came here to kill several people, so that the real master could appear. However, he glanced at him at this moment. But he saw that Fu Mian was still sitting in front of the forbidden monument, as if he had not been suppressed by the forbidden lock technique at all, and he was about to succeed.

He frowned unconsciously, guessing that there was a magic weapon to protect his body. He laughed coldly in his heart. He slapped his palm and saw a large number of sparks sprinkled down and left at it.

Yan Zhiliang exclaimed, "Protect the leader."

As he heard his voice, several defensive magic weapons flew up.

They know each other's roots and bottom lines, so they are very well-organized. When they take action, some people will attack and some will defend, and both ends will be taken into account.

However, with the touch of the spark, a defensive magic weapon was melted away instantly, falling from the sky and falling dust. When the old Taoist sacrificed Ruyi, the magic weapon in the sky was knocked down one by one.

Although the monks of the Damascus sect had their best efforts to resist, their strength was inferior to others in the end, and their methods were broken in a short while. Yan Zhiliang was about to be unable to protect them, and he was very anxious. If Fu Mian was invaded, all his efforts would be wasted in refining the forbidden monument. So he did not hesitate anymore and grabbed a card, and made a cruel decision to inject magic power into it.

Almost at the same moment, a bronze tripod placed in the distance shook slightly, and the vermilion talisman paper sealed on it fell down immediately. The top cover sounded a few times, and several cracks emerged. A stream of blue smoke spewed out from the gap and rose into the sky.

The thin old Taoist had seen the three-mouth cauldron before, but he just thought it was a magic weapon of the Demon Sect. Seeing that it was opened, he was very cautious. He did not seek to attack the enemy, but first asked for self-protection. He retreated a little, showing a cautious attitude.

However, after the blue smoke drifted away, he waited for a long time, but there was no sign of any movement. Looking inside the cauldron, the inner part was empty. He raised his white eyebrows, snorted, and said, "It's mysterious!"

When he was about to take action, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by his side. He fainted slightly, and a body-protecting talisman was spontaneously ignited without fire. His expression changed and he said, "External Demon?"

He immediately stretched out his hand to his eyebrows, closed his seven orifices, emitted the light of protective body, and then sacrificed two magic weapons to protect him.

If he is targeting an ordinary devil, his approach to this is definitely wrong, and he can be considered very cautious.

However, the true demon is different. Its power is that once it changes invisible, the protective light and ordinary guardian magic weapons are useless. They can enter the body of a monk. If the opponent's mind is stable and he cannot find an opportunity, he will hide. If there is a slight flaw, he will immediately take advantage of the gap, occupy his body, or engulf his soul, so his actions are useless.

Although the thin old Taoist practiced Taoism for nearly a thousand years, he had never seen a thousand-year-old true demon born with spiritual feet. He thought he was already safe and he was about to take action again, but at the moment when his mind was turning, he suddenly felt dark in front of him.

At first, he used the magic weapon and magical powers, and then suddenly woke up. His eyes were broken. Because he didn't know what tricks he had, he was shocked and angry, and he was still a little panicked.

At this time, if he could stop his horse and keep his mind steady, and with his skills, he could last at least half an hour. If he could hire a master of the sect during this period, he might not be able to save his life. But he didn't know how to indulge in his heart. In just a few breaths, he felt heavy limbs and his body gradually felt tired. He fell into a dream and was still unwilling to wake up.

Yan Zhiliang and others felt a slight slight on their bodies at this time, and they didn't know that it was the real demon who made the achievements.

They were not willing to miss this great opportunity to kill their opponents. They were all sacrificing magic weapons and magical powers, and they all rushed to each other.

However, at this moment, the thin old Taoist seemed to be a little more awake, shouted angrily, and said, "Young man, dare you!"

He waved his sleeves, and a heavy pressure dropped again. The six talents flew away and were pressed down again. However, the thin old Taoist had taken action in a hurry. After a moment in the evening, the six magic weapons had reached their bodies and would smash him into pieces, shattering the treasure light on his body, and he fell to the ground, and his Dharma body almost collapsed.

Seeing this, Taoist Qingyi exclaimed: "Senior Brother!" He just rushed to come down to rescue, but before he could move, he heard the thin old Taoist voice transmitting in his ears: "Senior Brother, don't want to come down."

The voice was extremely rapid, as if there was a great danger ahead. He hesitated for a moment, then paused again, and looked down at the shock and suspicion.

After all, the thin old Taoist is a person who has cultivated the Nascent Soul Dharma Body. At this moment, he has realized that his soul is slowly being stolen by something.

Perhaps the Demon Sect cultivator had some precautions for such a contest, but he had no power to resist. He barely stabilized his body, and showed a decisive look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Good devil, let's go with me."

Once you take the magic trick, starlight burst out from the seven orifices. The Dharma body was washed away by this light rainbow and was shattered in a short while.

This is a method in the Yuxiao Sect that burns his body with sparks and sweeps away all external demons. However, once this method is released, all the skills are gone, and if it is a coincidence, the soul and soul will be destroyed. He obviously knows that his family has no physiology, so this is how it is.

At this moment, a vague demon shadow came out of him, watching coldly until it was completely burned to ashes by the spark. He opened his mouth and sucked a wisp of light spiritual smoke that was difficult to distinguish into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Qingyi was extremely shocked and didn't care to hide on the side anymore. When he stretched out his hand, a star thunder fell.

The demon shadow looked up at him, smiled inexplicably, shook his body, and disappeared suddenly, as if it had never appeared before. The thunder lightning fell, but it smashed a hole.

The Taoist Qingyi was inexplicably panicked and his thoughts changed. He couldn't even understand what his opponent was, so how could he deal with it?

He didn't want to end up like his senior brother, so instead of not falling down, he left here, jumped into a ray of starlight and flew into the sky.

As he left, the demon shadow appeared again. He seemed to have no interest in the Yuxiao monks who were wandering around, but instead looked at Fu Mian and others.

In the eyes of the real demon, the Demon Sect cultivator with a full soul was obviously more attractive to him. This is why there are few cultivators who have controlled this demon for more than ten thousand years, because they are afraid that they will ruin themselves before they can hurt their opponents.

When Yan Zhiliang turned the card talisman, he called the method of controlling demons taught by Mingquan Sect. However, after several urges, he always felt a sense of resistance, and hurriedly said, "Everyone is careful to defend."

They are all from the Demon Sect here, but they know how to deal with it. They all bite the tip of their tongues and spew out a mouthful of blood. In a moment, a layer of blood light appeared on their body.

The devil sucks flesh and blood, but it is just a common devil. However, when it reaches the level of the real demon, it only eats the soul and is contaminated with the essence and blood of the monks. The Yin spirit is impure and it will be difficult to change invisible for a while. Usually it is very resistant to this.

Sure enough, the real demon seemed to be very disgusted with the blood light, and seemed to be a little afraid of the talisman in Yan Zhiliang's hand. After a few circles outside, he did not pounce on them, but turned around and landed in front of the other two bronze tripods.

Yan Zhiliang's expression changed drastically and he screamed in secret. The real magician had just swallowed the soul of a third-level cultivator. If he was swallowed by two other similar species, he would most likely turn into a demon. At that time, there would be no one to control except the cultivator of the cave heaven.

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