Hearing this, Dongfang Zimo seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes fell on a headless corpse.
He reached out and grabbed it, and a heavy storage bag fell into Dongfang Zimo's hand.
His mind swept over the storage bag, and Dongfang Zimo's face showed a look of surprise.
Not only is the magic weapon in this storage bag, there are also many spiritual stones and elixirs for improving cultivation.
Dongfang Zimo grabbed inside and took out a gleaming blue sword.
The storage bag was put away by Dongfang Zimo.
"The power of this magic weapon is still greater than that of my golden brush. It seems that my junior brother is blessed with a lot of blessings." Yang Chen felt the suffocating aura coming from the sword and said in admiration.
"The gold pen in my senior brother's hand is no worse than mine. Well, let's deal with that devil first." Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly, raised his hand and took back the short green blade that fell on the ground into his body.
"This demon should have a cultivation level of golden elixir or higher, so don't be careful!" Yang Chen flashed a cold light and rushed over with a golden brush in hand.
The ancestor was constantly flying out of black energy to blast the white jade Ruyi in the air.
Suddenly his face darkened, and he looked back and slapped him away with his palm.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound, and a golden rune about ten feet in size was smashed into pieces by the ancestor's palm.
"How is that possible!" Yang Chen looked at the ancestor with a look of disbelief. He had seen the power of this magic weapon with his own eyes. Even a late-stage foundation-building monk couldn't resist it, but the man in front of him could easily resist it.
"The boy was killed by you two? What a useless guy!" Ancestor Yin Zhi glanced at a certain space and said with some annoyance.
"Two Taoist friends, come and help me! This demon is extremely powerful. Only the three of us can have a chance to fight by using magic weapons!" There was blood on the corner of Zhou Yin's mouth, and his face was pale and looked like he was seriously injured, but when he saw Black
The man in the robe was killed, and he felt happy. Seeing the two men holding magic weapons in their hands made him even more hopeful.
"Hahahaha! Just the three of you want to fight this ancestor? Even if you have magic weapons in your hands, you will die here today!" The ancestor smiled ferociously, and the next moment his face melted into a pool of blood like snowflakes.
Dongfang Zimo's face was full of confusion when he saw this, his expression suddenly changed and he leaned behind Yang Chen.
"Watch your back!"
"Hahaha! Go to hell!" The ancestor appeared behind Yang Chen out of nowhere, and raised his sword-like claws to pierce Yang Chen's stomach.
Yang Chen felt a chill running down his spine, and before he had time to think about it, he took out the golden brush and it swelled like a pillar.
The golden writing brush flew out with a slap from the ancestor, returned to its original size, and fell to the ground without any aura.
Although the golden brush withstood a large amount of damage, Yang Chen was still scratched by the sharp aura with three deep scratches, and his blood immediately flowed wildly.
Yang Chen's expression changed drastically, his sleeves and robes shook, and dozens of talismans still came out. He jumped back and kept a sufficient distance from his ancestor. He took out a few pills and drank them, and the blood on his body was stopped.
When the ancestor saw that Yang Chen was not killed by one blow, he couldn't help but feel angry. He held his five fingers in vain, and a ball of black energy condensed in front of him, blocking the flying talismans.
"Fellow Taoist Dongfang, take action!" Zhou Yin was anxious when he saw that Yang Chen was seriously injured. If one person was missing, there would be no hope of survival.
Zhou Yin bit his tongue and squirted a mouthful of blood into Ruyi.
All the blood was absorbed by Ruyi in the blink of an eye, and turned from white to red. It emitted a dazzling light in a blink of an eye, and countless beams of light shot out.
Dongfang Zimo's face darkened when he heard this, he took out the blue sword in his hand, circled around, and shot out several sharp sword energy.
The ancestor snorted coldly, his body suddenly turned red, he raised his hands, and countless blood beads condensed into two blood pillars and washed away.
The ancestor suddenly looked at a mummy, and a stream of demonic energy shot out and fell on the mummy. With a grab with his five fingers, the soul inside was directly pulled out.
The soul looked like a Confucian man.
The ancestor chanted a strange spell, and his originally sluggish soul suddenly became ferocious and rushed towards Yang Chen, who was meditating and adjusting his breath.
Yang Chen opened his eyes calmly, and still issued a talisman with disdain.
The talisman turned into a ball of fire and hit the ghost, but it had no effect.
Yang Chen frowned and didn't care to continue meditating. He summoned a golden giant sword and struggled with the ghost.
The ancestor sneered, then ignored Yang Chen and looked at Zhou Yin with narrowed eyes.
Zhou Yin controlled Ruyi in the sky with a pale face, and suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing towards him.
"Not good!" Zhou Yin was shocked and turned pale. He didn't care to continue to control Ruyi. The light flashed and a golden shield appeared in front of him.
A big bloody hand appeared silently behind Zhou Yin.
As soon as it was fished out, the golden shield instantly shattered like paper.
The big blood-colored hands grabbed Zhou Yin tightly and squeezed hard, only to hear a scream echoing all around, and countless flesh and blood spurted out on the ground.
The wish-fulfilling magic weapon in the sky lost its magical control and fell down dimly.
Just as it was about to hit the ground, it was suddenly sucked away by a force of gravity and fell into the hands of the ancestor.
"Brother Zhou!" Dongfang Zimo looked at the mass of flesh and blood in the distance in disbelief, feeling extremely sad in his heart.
But now he was also in deep danger. After the grief, Dongfang Zimo looked solemn and glanced at the ghost who was fighting with Yang Chen.
I don’t know what kind of tricks the ancestor used on this ghost.
His strength was actually comparable to that of the late stage of foundation building, and Yang Chen really couldn't get out of trouble for a while.
Dongfang Zimo swung the blue sword in the air towards the ghost, and the terrifying power instantly killed the ghost.
"Let's go!"
Before Yang Chen could react, he found himself being carried by Dongfang Zimo and running out of the cave.
"Do you think you can escape in front of my ancestor? Just stay and become my ghost slave!" The ancestor turned into a ball of blood mist and blocked the exit. The blood mist condensed into a monster with an open mouth, and he wanted to kill him in one bite.
Both of them swallowed it.
"Get out!" Dongfang Zimo roared angrily. He made a hand seal, and the green sword flew out, slashing wildly around the monster.
Although this magic weapon has not been refined by Dongfang Zimo, the instinctive power of the magic weapon still killed the monster and screamed in agony.
"Damn you brat!" the monster roared angrily, spitting out a mouthful of muddy blood and hitting the blue sword.
The sword suddenly floated tremblingly in the air. Dongfang Zimo's expression changed and he realized that he could not control the sword no matter what.
After a while, the cyan sword fell dimly from the sky.
Dongfang Zimo hurriedly took back the magic weapon.
"Hahaha! Let's see how you deal with it without the magic weapon!" The bloody monster laughed proudly and opened its bloody mouth towards the two of them again.
Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen looked pale.
At this moment, Dongfang Zimo's heart moved. He heard a "dinging" sound from the cave, and a small purple bell appeared in front of the monster.