Moke had already escaped from the dry well at this moment, looking up at the sky, and felt great joy in his heart. He didn't expect that the depths of his adventure would be so smooth to save everyone.

However, just as the joy in his heart rose, a creepy feeling suddenly lingered in his heart, extremely cold, full of a sense of solemnity, killing everything, slaughtering everything, like cold electricity and frost. What shocked Moke the most was that invisible chains in the void entangled his body, completely imprisoning him, and his figure was like a wooden carving, completely slugging in the void.

The body was imprisoned, and the soul seemed to have stopped. Mo Ke's face flashed with a terrifying expression, and behind him, a ray of light had already sounded through the obstacles of the void and penetrated into Mo Ke's body.

Not bad, just piercing!

Moke's body, comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon, was still pierced through at once, and a blood hole as thick as a thumb appeared.

Like a little sparrow in the storm, Mo Ke felt his soul trembling, and a terrifying and strange power that was extremely cold and sharp, and could not resist suddenly came to his heart.

Although Moke understood the mystery of Prajna Paramita Vajra, his heart was like a Vajra, and his heart was round and solid, he still could not resist it at all. The terrifying power was too terrible, sweeping across the world, stirring up the wind and clouds, and surging like a long river. In comparison, Moke's soul was just a small wave.

"puff!"

All this was just a moment. A dazzling white light that could not be seen directly appeared in Mo Ke's body. It was more than three feet tall, seven inches long, with eyebrows and eyes. Two white lights shot in his eyes, and he rushed towards Mo Ke's soul.

"Amitabha... My life is over!"

At this moment, Moke smiled bitterly, his body was completely imprisoned, and his soul could not resist the terrifying white light, and he would undoubtedly die.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”

The soul was cut by billions of sharp edges and broken, and the white light was about to descend. In such a terror, Moke's heart was extremely painful and he suddenly lost consciousness.

If nothing unexpected happens, the next moment, Moke's soul will collapse and be killed into nothingness. At this moment, the jade Buddhist beads that had been silent in Moke's body suddenly flashed. With a sound of a soothing sound, the gods and ghosts appeared in front of Moke's soul, emitting light, covering it.

"Peng!"

With a fierce blow, the white light suddenly shot on the jade Buddhist beads, and the Buddhist beads suddenly cracked and cracked, and the hideous cracks were everywhere. The white light also buzzed and made a low sound, weakening a lot. With a soothing sound, it suddenly returned and threw itself into the green-skinned gourd.

The blow failed, and the flying sword of the immortal-killing sword lost the ability to fight again.

"Well? Why is there a faint breath fluctuation, and you are not dead?"

Holding a green-skinned gourd in his hand, Xing Wuming hurriedly plugged the bottle plug, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. His body was like lightning and rushed out of the dry well.

In Moke's body, the jade Buddhist beads were fragmented, like porcelain, and were at risk of collapse at any time. When the map of the universe that had been silent in his body moved, a buzzing sound also emitted white light, covering Moke's body.

At the same time, in Moke's mind, a beautiful girl with almond eyes and peach cheeks appeared, with a light and soft body, as if she was composed of white light, wearing classical and erratic ladies' clothing, with six pairs of white light wings behind her.

"Little monk, wake up quickly! The old guy chose you as his heir, and you can't die so easily! This time, this girl spent her original source and woke up from her weakness. You have not yet repaid this great kindness!" The girl called anxiously, with a look of worry.

Deep in Moke's mind, there was a illusory shadow wrapped in dreamy light, looming, with several obvious scars surrounding it, making the entire soul unable to completely condense and feel like it was about to collapse.

Although the real sharpness of the imitation of the immortal-killing sword was blocked by the jade Buddhist beads, the dispersed aura was still cut with scars and was shattered and fell into disarray.

In the desolate house, Moke fell to the ground miserably, with white lights all around him protecting him. Not far away, four old men with great demonic energy were still screaming, and the real fire of the sun on his body was extinguished.

"waste!"

Flying out of the dry well and seeing Mo Ke fainting and falling to the ground, Xing Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. Then, seeing the useless appearance of his four subordinates, he couldn't help but shout and scold.

"The world is infinite, the devil's way is boundless, and the true demon blood!"

Xing Wuming's two Kong Wuwu were powerful, as if they could capture the palms of the heavens, and suddenly trembled. Then, four drops of dark and deep blood appeared in the palm of his palm, emitting an evil aura, which was extremely cold, as if the coldest and most toxic blood between heaven and earth.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

With a trembling palm, the four drops of true demon blood flew towards the four old men, covering the sun's true fire, and hissing sounds continued, consuming each other, and finally extinguishing the sun's true fire on the four people.

"Thank you for helping the sect leader. We are incompetent! Waste!"

The real fire of the sun on his body was removed, and the four old men immediately crawled on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and were in a panic.

"Hmph! This sect consumes a lot of origin. Why don't you look for some mortals quickly and let me remedy them?" Looking down at the kneeling subordinates, Xing Wuming issued an order.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

When he heard Xing Wuming issued an order, the four old men immediately looked like lightning, connected with each other's breath, and quickly left the place. Obviously, they were going to surrender Luo Fanren.

After sending four people away, Xing Wuming sneered and stared at the fainting Moke coldly. When he looked at the white light lingering around him, a trace of greed flashed by. Although he didn't know what the white light was, he could still take the initiative to protect the master after the master fainted, which would definitely be extraordinary! Moreover, Moke had just used the means of Sun True Fire, which made Xing Wuming covetous.

"The Heavenly Palm!"

Suddenly, Xing Wuming swung his palm out, and suddenly the demonic energy condensed. A demonic flame soared into the sky, and a trembling giant palm appeared. His five fingers opened, covering everything, and grabbed it hard.

“Buzz buzz….”

As soon as the huge palm came, the bright white light around him suddenly surged, and a sacred and noble aura was brewing in it, majestic and fierce, and with a loud bang, the stunningly powerful palm collapsed.

With this blow, the bright white light seemed to be stimulated with some characteristic, and mysterious runes flashed on it, constantly disillusioning, giving people a sense of profound, vast and infinite.

"So powerful... Heidu God Evil Thunder!"

His eyes flashed, Xing Wuming waved his hand, and three black thunders as dark as ink rushed out, killing Moke fiercely.

These three thunders are so powerful that they are still like mud bulls entering the sea and are destroyed by the bright white light. Although the bright white light that protects Moke looks weak, no matter how powerful the attack is, it cannot be destroyed, and it has a smell of invincibility.

“Hmph…….”

In Mo Ke's mind, the girl in the Wanli City Picture sneered, as if she was quite disdainful.

"A small fusion stage demon snake, who also wants to break through this girl's defense? If I hadn't been extremely weak at this moment, it would have been easy to kill you!"

He used his methods twice in succession, but failed to achieve results. Jing Wuming's face became gloomy and a irritable feeling began to breed.

It is obviously a piece of delicious fat, but it cannot be eaten into the mouth. This taste is really bad.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and then Xing Wuming smiled coldly, ruthless and cold.

"Take the initiative to protect the master? Humph! This little monk was hit by my immortal-killing knife, and his life was hanging on the line. He waited for him to die and lost his master. I see how you can protect the master!"
Chapter completed!