Lin Mo reacted very quickly and looked back at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha. He had an excellent face, but unsuppressed cold energy burst out from his eyes. Before the other monks could react, they felt that their eyes suddenly went dark, and they fell into Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The space where Zu casually activated the Black Wind Flag.
The white-robed scholar reacted immediately, but it was still a step too late. By the time everyone realized it, everyone had already been sealed in this space.
The white-robed Confucian scholar's face turned even pale, and he reminded loudly, "Teleport out quickly."
Lin Mo looked at the monks with brows like flies, and raised his eyebrows at the white-robed Confucian scholar. When Yin Yue appeared from the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha, although she didn't dare to stare directly, she couldn't help but glance at him from time to time.
On the other side, I heard the monks asking, "Why can't it be teleported?"
"Transmission failed?"
"It's not motivating at all."
There were sounds, some were frightened, some were angry, and most of them were panic.
Lin Mo couldn't help but be surprised, because he didn't find out where the missing people had gone. But compared with what he saw before him, it seemed a little worse.
Lin Mo frowned slightly and drifted away from the side of the Jiuzhen Demon-Conquering Formation. In front of the teleportation formation, Gui Ling was still in the teleportation formation and found that the formation had not stopped. His brows became tighter and tighter, and he casually made a Jue hit in the teleportation formation.
There was no reaction from the side of the formation.
Yinyue glanced at Lin Mo distractedly, and when she saw Lin Mo's gloomy expression, her bad feeling became stronger.
The white-robed Confucian scholar came to take Lin Mo to his side. Seeing Lin Mo's face, he asked, "Is it serious? What's wrong with the magic circle?"
Lin Mo shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with the formation, but it is prohibited by the space power of the Black Wind Flag. Unless Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha takes the initiative to release the prohibition, we will not be able to teleport out."
"Is there no other way?" the white-robed scholar asked.
"have"
Without waiting for the white-robed scholar to ask further questions, he continued, "The power to break space."
The white-robed scholar took a breath and said, "Break."
space?"
The other monks accompanying him heard Lin Mo's method and sneered, "Break the space? Who do you think you are? This is the space power of the Black Wind Flag activated by the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha. If you have that power, why do you need it?"
in a hurry?"
Although the other monks did not say anything, they all nodded silently and agreed with the monk who spoke.
"What's the point of arguing with me? You asked me, and I answered, why do fellow Taoists bother to ridicule me here? It's not that he doesn't know who he wants to deal with, and he has no time to take care of us right now. He should be thinking about how to get out now
, instead of teasing me with the same hatred." Although Lin Mo was not aggressive or stingy, the tone of his words also made people feel like his whole body's temperament, with a chill.
The face of the monk who was retorted became even more ugly, as if there was still a dark aura in his face. When he wanted to refute, he seemed to remember something again, so he endured it.
The white-robed Confucian scholar didn't say much, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, and he started to make calculations again.
Just when everyone was at their wits' end, they suddenly heard a sneer, and a gust of black wind blew out of nowhere in the enclosed space of the Black Wind Flag. Following the hurricane, Lin Mo saw a huge flag suddenly appear in the sky, and the huge flag was rustled by the wind.
Direct sound.
The surrounding things seemed to be affected by the hurricane. The black air slowly dissipated, and the woman in black robe in front of him became clear.
Lin Mo glanced at Yin Yue beside the Jiuzhen Demon-Conquering Formation. The formation had been destroyed. The woman in black robe looked at everyone sternly, but Lin Mo found that she also looked at the eight spiritual beasts outside.
The spirit beast appeared to be somewhat fragmented under the influence of the hurricane. The hurricane in the space slowly stopped, but the Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha was still surrounded by bursts of black wind. The Saint Ancestor did not dare to step out of the black wind, which was her armor.
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Lin Mo knew that the fragmented spiritual beast was just its phantom, and with the presence of the Eight Spiritual Rulers, the broken phantom soon vaguely reunited.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha glanced at the palace with an expressionless expression, and finally sent this man away.
Lin Moqiang silently noticed the big-headed weirdo next to him with the eyes of the Holy Ancestor. He raised his eyebrows, but found that this big-headed weirdo was better than him at watching from the sidelines.
Although the hurricane in the power of space is powerful and the damage seems to be extremely high, it will not be affected at all in the center, just like the eye of the tornado, safe and sound.
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Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha said to the direction of the big-headed monster, "Fellow Daoist Ye, how about we make a deal?"
The big-headed weirdo was suddenly called, and was stunned for a moment. When he heard the words of Saint Ancestor Yuancha, a trace of doubt seemed to flash across his expressionless face.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha saw that the big-headed monster didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued, "You don't want to break through?"
The big-headed weirdo was slightly moved when he heard the breakthrough, "What kind of deal?"
When Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha heard the big-headed weirdo's reply, he knew it was done.
"Go and get the Eight Spirit Rulers. I guarantee that Longmeng won't be able to harm you." The sweet voice of the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha passed into the ears of the big-headed weirdo.
The big-headed weirdo hesitated.
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha looked at the big-headed weirdo and remained silent, so he asked again, "Fellow Daoist Ye, don't you believe that the Holy Ancestor can protect you?"
After saying that, without waiting for the big-headed weirdo to respond, he pointed at the frowning monks next to him. Most of them were Ye family monks.
The big-headed weirdo didn't see what the Holy Ancestor did. He only saw him pinch it with two fingers. The Ye family monk's face changed drastically, but he didn't notice that the Holy Ancestor pinched it to stimulate the spirit.
When the monks were all confused, Lin Mo's eyes froze, he raised his finger, chanted in his mouth, activated his spiritual energy, his finger glowed with a dull blue light, and walked out in the direction pointed by the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha.
"Ding, ding, ding." There were several impact sounds, and one of the older monks suddenly felt a pain on his forehead. Then everyone saw a strange black gas left at the old man's seal, and then he felt excruciating pain.
I can endure it till the end.
The old man covered his forehead, looked at the black air in his hands, pointed at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and spat out "You.
The word "you" became silent.
Lin Mo saw that the old man still fell to the ground despite his own defense, and his face became even colder.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha turned his head and looked at Lin Mo angrily, "You dare to stop me?"
Lin Mo seemed not to have heard it and did not reply. He kept looking at the old man who fell to the ground. The Holy Ancestor threw a few ball beads, but he only pawned a few of them, and the old man's one could not be blocked.
The few people who were blocked only heard the clanging sound in front of them, and then felt the old man next to them fall down and took a breath of air.
All the monks looked at the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha. The Holy Ancestor smiled slightly, with a smile that did not reach his eyes, as if he waved his arm casually.
At this time, the monks arrived and made preparations. One of the middle-aged monks stood in front of a female monk. He seemed to be pushed by a strong force and took a few steps back. He was caught by the woman behind him.
The big-headed weirdo looked at the actions of Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha, and his expression became even worse. He looked at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and asked, "What does Saint Ancestor mean by this?"
At this time, the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha ignored the big-headed weirdo, but looked at the white-robed scholar among the monks. The white-robed scholar was hit by the ball, but the phantom disappeared.
"Ying Yue Chang?"
"textile!"
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and Lin Mo spoke together.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the black energy gathered in the old man's Yintang was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly exploded with a bang. When the monk next to the old man felt more and more uncomfortable, he quickly left the old man's side, otherwise who would know
Will it be affected?
Among them, the square-faced monk looked at the two Nascent Souls that suddenly wanted to shoot at him. He took out the bone ring to protect himself with a gloomy expression. The two Nascent Souls were taken into the ring. The monk looked at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha with a keen eye.
The Saint Ancestor of Yuan Cha didn't seem to care, and said to the big-headed monster, "Does Fellow Daoist Ye still miss his Saint Ancestor?"
The big-headed weirdo didn't say anything, and the Holy Ancestor said again, "As long as you put away the Eight Spirit Rulers and wait for me to get out of trouble, I will definitely help you greatly increase your longevity and break through the bottleneck. As for Longmeng, there is no need for Fellow Daoist Ye to take action."
Lin Mo had been watching the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha and the big-headed monster. Lin Mo knew that the big-headed monster would eventually become a demon. He saw that the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha had a confused look on his face, his eyes were red, as if he had residual blood, and his face was extremely coquettish.
The big-headed weirdo glanced at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and then walked in the direction where the Eight Spirit Ruler was floating.
When Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha saw the big-headed monster walking to the Eight Spirit Ruler, he suddenly felt a black hole appear above his head, and a giant palm struck the big-headed monster's head without any hesitation.
The big-headed monster felt the huge spiritual energy, and did not want to respond head-on, so he was about to retreat. The Holy Ancestor of Yuancha waved his hand lightly, and his giant palm seemed to be blocked by something. The big-headed monster no longer hesitated, and ran towards the Eight Spirit Rulers with a flash of yellow light.
go.
Just when the big-headed monster was about to take the Eight Spirit Rulers, he heard a sigh, and then a black-red blade appeared across the sky and flew straight towards the big-headed monster.
The big-headed weirdo only took a breath of cold air. When Lin Mo saw the black blood sword appearing, he put away his dry blue ice sword silently. He did not expect that person to take action.
The big-headed monster would not sit still and wait for death. When he recognized the black blood knife, he called out his yellow sharp blade, which kept growing in size to protect him. The big-headed monster then summoned a spiritual weapon.
The black-blooded sword did not give the big-headed monster any chance to block it, and slashed directly at the monster. The black-blooded sword collided with the yellow blade, making a loud noise, and the two giant swords colliding in mid-air made a trembling buzzing sound.
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The sound of shattering could still be vaguely heard. The big-headed monster saw cracks appearing on the yellow blade guarding him, and his expression changed drastically. Then he felt a burning pain in his chest, which became more obvious, and then he breathed black.
Blood came out.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha's expression changed. He never thought that this big-headed weirdo was useless. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the white shadow behind the dragon pillar in the palace.
The Holy Ancestor did not show his spiritual energy, but just waved his arm, and the white figure behind the dragon pillar let out a soft cry and fell down. Lin Mo saw that the white figure that fell down turned out to be the white figure who was protected by many people just now.
Confucian scholar.
But at this time, the white-robed Confucian scholar fell to the ground as if nothing was wrong, if you ignore the bloody hole on his chest.
The black blood sword that the white-robed scholar ran out was greatly affected. The big-headed monster's yellow blade looked like it was about to break just now, but now it seems to have been repaired. The big-headed monster also clearly felt that the spiritual pressure on his body was not a little lighter.
Taking advantage of the fact that the black blood knife could not hurt him, the big-headed monster turned around and tried to escape. The white-robed scholar seemed to feel something on his side, and activated his spiritual power again, and his spiritual pressure began to surge again.
"You still want to escape? This black blood sword is the treasure of the Ye family and a magic weapon for dealing with traitors. Since you have colluded with the ancient demon saint, you should think of the cause and effect now." The white-robed scholar urged the black blood sword to face it.
The big-headed weirdo said. It was easy to hear that the white-robed scholar was very angry.
The big-headed weirdo's face changed slightly when he heard the word "traitor", but he recovered in an instant, as if he hadn't heard it.
The scholar in white robe saw that the big-headed weirdo was stubborn and made a wheezing sound from his chest. Although it was small, the monks could hear it, although they could not see the rise and fall of his chest.
The Holy Ancestor of Yuancha never thought that the white-robed Confucian scholar could still persist until now after being defeated by him. He raised his hand and grabbed it in the void again. No spiritual energy appeared, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation. However, there was a jingle in front of the white-robed Confucian scholar.
the sound of.
The white-robed Confucian scholar only saw a giant sword faintly appearing in front of him, emitting a blue aura, and actually blocked all the attacks of the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The scholar in white robe shrank, but did not dodge. Suddenly, a fiery red magic weapon flew out of the hole in his chest, and it was still spinning, emitting a dazzling red light.
If you look carefully, you can see that the red light completely envelops the white-robed Confucian scholar.
Lin Mo saw that the white-robed Confucian scholar was using a magic weapon to protect his body, and felt that he was meddling in other people's business.
Seeing this situation, Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha's face became as dark as water.
At this time, another sweet laugh was heard, the laughter seemed to be spitting poison, and he said, "Holy Ancestor, you can let humans get treasures for you, why didn't you think that I can also join forces with the monks? You want to destroy eight
Ling Chi, how can I have the nerve to do what you want?" Question after question followed, asking who it was if it wasn't Long Meng.
"I want to see how well your magic power can be used under the Eight Spirit Rulers?"
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha's face became even more gloomy, but what he said was, "You are such a remnant soul without a body that I have completely forgotten you. There are many elixirs here, will I be afraid?"
"you.
"Longmeng's voice was a little surprised, and there was no sound before she finished speaking.
The hurricane that had just stopped seemed to be blowing again, but this time it was not blowing in the space, but towards a certain direction of the palace. When the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha pointed in the direction of the palace, a dark side appeared in the sky.
Although Fengqi looked small in size, the faint black energy shrouded the place.
At the beginning, the black air was still pale, but gradually the black air became thicker and thicker, and the black wind flag was also wrapped in it. Then, the black air emitted sparkling lights and crackling sounds.
As the black air became heavier and heavier, a shrill scream came from the middle of the black air.
Lin Mo looked in the direction of the black wind flag and saw that the square-faced monk was also among them, and the hurricane was filled with stars like ice thorns, hanging on the people in the eye of the wind.
At this time, it was too late to save him. Fortunately, the square-faced monk also had his own body-protecting magic weapon. He threw the bone ring and circled it around him to completely protect himself.