I saw a pale golden light all over the square-faced monk in the black wind flag hurricane, and the golden light protected the square-faced monk like a golden bell.
This moment happened so fast that no one could react. The white-robed scholar looked at the monk in the hurricane. Before he could let go of his anxious heart, he saw the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha sneered and raised his hand while looking at the black wind flag.
, the nail of the thumb lightly scratched the pad of the middle finger, a drop of black and red blood appeared on the pad of the finger, and then flicked towards the center of the hurricane.
The blood beads seemed to be alive. They flew in the direction of the force and entered the hurricane. The face of the square-faced monk who had been protected by golden light just now changed drastically. Although I don't know what magic power the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha used, but the opponent
The face monk has a great influence.
I could vaguely see tiny cracks appearing on the golden shield. There was one crack at first, then gradually it became two and then four. In an instant, the entire crack was shattered.
The golden shield did not spread out and seemed to stick to the square-faced monk's body, but Lin Mo knew that the square-faced monk's magic weapon had been destroyed.
The black-red light slowly replaced the golden shimmer, and the square-faced monk felt as if his whole body had been cut to pieces with thousands of knives. The pain was unbearable. The biting hurricane seemed to have found the exit, and it went straight to the square-faced monk along the tiny wounds on his body.
Drill inside.
It seemed that the square-faced monk finally couldn't bear it any longer. He heard a thud and the square-faced monk's bone ring fell to the ground. If you look closely, it has turned into powder. The hurricane in the black wind flag has also slowly weakened. I wonder if it is...
Deliberately, I swept it from the bone ring and even the remaining powder disappeared.
At this time, the square-faced monk looked at the bone ring that was blown away by the hurricane with an expressionless expression. He spit out a green flying sword from his mouth, roared and recited a plan, combining the human sword with a final desperate attempt.
When a person is in danger, his five senses will become extremely sharp, and the sixth sense predicted by the package is also very accurate. The monk knows that if he doesn't try, he will only die. So he still has to try desperately.
The white-robed Confucian scholar looked at the square-faced monk's actions, and his expressionless face finally moved, and shouted at the square-faced monk, "No."
But by the time the white-robed Confucian scholar said it, it was already too late, and a green light had already shot into the hurricane of the Black Wind Flag. When the green light shot in, the Black Wind Flag seemed to feel something, and the hurricane began to intensify again.
, people outside can clearly hear the whining sound coming from inside.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha looked in the direction of the Black Wind Flag and said coldly, "You don't overestimate your capabilities." After saying that, he pointed at the Black Wind Flag and heard a shrill scream from the hurricane. In less than a breath,
The square-faced monk was strangled and turned into a puddle of flesh.
When the shrill sound passed, four Nascent Souls were suddenly shot out in the black wind. One was from the square-faced monk himself, the other two were from the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha just now, and the other one was from the old man before.
of.
The four Nascent Souls were running around, but they couldn't fly out of the hurricane. Just when they were about to die, the hurricane seemed to be ordered to stop. Just when they were about to fly out, they felt a burst of blood all over their body, followed by a black light.
In a flash, he was directly in front of Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The four Nascent Souls could not move at all, as if they had been cast by a spell. The Holy Ancestor of Yuancha looked at the four Nascent Souls in front of him, twitched the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and blew a breath at the four pale balls of light. Just now
The dull color was slowly enveloped by a layer of black mist, and in the blink of an eye it completely turned into a black ball.
The white-robed Confucian scholar controlled the black blood sword and slashed at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha. Long Meng, who had been watching the show next to him, said calmly, "It's too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four Nascent Souls had been sucked into the mouth and swallowed by Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha. And all this happened in just one breath and one breath.
The white-robed Confucian scholar watched the square-faced monk disappear in front of him. Even if he inhaled again, his expression turned ugly. He heard the clanking sound of the black blood knife controlled by the white-robed Confucian scholar, which showed his anger.
Not easy.
There was still a big hole in his chest, so he didn't rush to deal with it. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Longmeng. Although his tone was not good, he still tried hard to suppress himself and prevent himself from hitting the senior.
"Senior Longmeng, since you know the plan of the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha, why don't you join me, the Ye family monk? With your ability, you can definitely do it. Is it possible that the cooperation that senior said before is just a trick?" said the white-robed scholar.
His last tone was filled with resentment.
"Why should I save him? Did you make something wrong? You have to remember that you and I just joined forces once, not with the entire Ye family. Also, the monk just now was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
It's useless to come back. The counterfeit spiritual treasure is not even 10% as powerful as the original one. Besides, my spiritual power is limited, why should I settle for someone who is useless to me?"
The white-robed Confucian scholar's expression changed several times after hearing Long Meng's words, and he asked again, "Even so, aren't you afraid that the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha will have a great increase in spiritual power and regain his vitality after eating a few Nascent Souls?"
"She'd better do this. The Nascent Soul she swallowed can indeed give him a short-term boost in mana, but the prerequisite for the increase in his mana is that he needs to mobilize the magic power in his body to refine the four Nascent Souls together.
Transforming four Nascent Souls requires more magic power. She is devouring the Nascent Souls now and is tapping my Silver Wolf body." After Long Meng finished speaking, she turned to look at Yuan Cha Saint Ancestor.
"Yuan Cha, what I said is true or not?" Longmeng asked the black-robed woman with a serious face.
"Haha, so what? This is what I originally planned. Didn't you already know it? You know better than me how powerful your Silver Wolf body is. I originally wanted to save some strength and use the Black Wind Flag to break it.
It is forbidden to drop the Eight Spiritual Rulers, but now I feel that it is a waste of time, and isn't there a saying called Chi Zesheng Change? Use your silver wolf body at the end of the divine transformation to kill you as soon as possible." Yuan Cha Saint Ancestor
Said without concealment.
After saying that, he saw Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha pinching the sword in his hands, exhaling into the air, and saw a silver light appearing, followed by an increasingly dazzling silver light, and then a sound came out of the silver light and rushed out of the sky.
A wolf howled, followed by a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly falling from the sky.
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original sin.
This is the space power of the Black Wind Flag. The space is limited. Coupled with the huge spiritual pressure that suddenly dropped, the entire space trembled. Everything in the palace was making a tinkling sound.
The flying swords and body-protecting spiritual treasures in all the monks' hands that morning seemed to be making painful roars.
Lin Mo squinted his eyes slightly, waved his hand in front of him, and his whole body exuded light blue protection. At this time, he saw that there were cracks on the four pillars of the palace.
With each breath, the silver light suddenly violently increased dozens of times, and then with a burst of silver light, a two-headed silver wolf appeared in the palace.
The two-headed silver wolf looks like a mountain, one head is pitch black and glares angrily, and the other head is silver with eyes tightly closed.
The body of the silver wolf seems to have been suffocated for too long. The sharp claws on the ground are much sharper than those of ordinary silver wolves. The fingertips on each claw are like sharp blades. Each of the silver wolf's heads has dozens of teeth.
Zhang Da, the spiritual pressure does not decrease but increases.
The casual cultivators who came in with the Ye family were filled with regret. What kind of fuss was going on? They just came here to get a glimpse of the Lingbao, so why did they end up handing over their lives here?
Although the white-robed Confucian scholar did not speak, his severe disbelief and fear were clearly displayed. The big-headed rebel next to him was also surprised that the body of the silver wolf was so huge. He did not dare to blink at the giant wolf in front of him.
Just after the giant wolf stood still, Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha appeared beside Yin Lang, and Lin Mo, Xu Qingnian and Yin Yue slowly disappeared around a man whose whole body was glowing with red light.
Lin Mo looked at the person in the middle coldly, but the remaining monks of the Ye family did not notice this.
The monks surrounded in the middle rolled their eyes wildly, and asked with a kind but doubtful smile on their faces, "What do you mean by these fellow Taoists? I wonder where Zheng has offended you."
The person who calls himself Zheng is in his fifties and looks amiable. He is indeed the real person in the area.
"Since your Excellency has been teleported here, why have you been hiding and refusing to see anyone? You may be sneaking around for some other reason."
Scattered Master's eyes rolled around and he replied with a smile, "Fellow Taoist, you have wronged Zheng. Zheng came in rashly and saw so many masters in the palace. However, it became increasingly difficult to distinguish between friends and foes. Of course, you have to be careful."
superior."
"Really? Then what do you mean by hiding next to that stone pillar and staring at me all the time? My fellow Taoist's escape technique is so wonderful that if it hadn't been for the five-color aura of the peacock that swept there, I would have known nothing about it.
"A female monk stood up and asked Master Si San in a very disgraceful tone.
"Well, I'm afraid the fairy may have misunderstood someone Zheng. That's right.
"Sisan Zhenren said to the female monk with a flattering smile.
Lin Mo did not give Master Sisan a chance to explain, but directly interrupted and said, "Before entering the Demon Suppression Tower, you plotted against me, right? Your escape skills are so mysterious that when you hurt me, you escaped very quickly.
But I can still recognize your back. Although you sealed the bloody blade that hurt me, I can still smell the vicious blood coming from you."
"This bloody blade of yours must have devoured many Nascent Soul monks along the way. Why are the few monks who came in with you missing? Were they also devoured by you? Am I right?"
When the monk surnamed Xu and the female monk heard this, they were stunned. They didn't know that there were monks among them who paid such attention.
I once heard that some monks go to any lengths to practice cultivation, but I never thought it was true.
Master Si San didn't expect that he would be seen through so quickly. He was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said to Lin Mo with a face full of laughter and tears, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you can't make such a joke, what kind of bloody evil spirit, I
How could a casual cultivator have such a heaven-defying spiritual treasure? If there is no evidence, don’t accuse Zheng unjustly."
As soon as Master Si San's words fell to the ground, Lin Mo squeezed them in his hands and saw countless blue ice thorns stabbing at Master Si San like silver needles.
Fellow Daoist Xu and the female monk never thought that Lin Mo would take action immediately. They looked at each other and had no intention of helping.
Sisan Zhenren had been prepared for defense since Lin Mo exposed him. When he saw Lin Mo pinching, he quietly drew out the blue flying sword. When the ice thorn came towards him, the blue flying sword had been infinitely enlarged, just blocking his body.
forward.
He was resisting with his hands, and his mouth was not idle, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what are you doing? You really misunderstood, I really didn't. Please spare me."
Seeing that the ice thorn did not hurt him, Lin Mo made a secret and summoned the golden flying sword, which he aimed straight at the blue flying sword of the scattered masters. The two swords collided with each other and made a loud sound.
The two swords were fighting in the air. Lin Mo took a closer look and saw that what the Four Sword Masters were using was probably the imitation Demon Dragon Sword. He didn't know how many Nascent Souls had died on this Demon Dragon Sword.
Looking at the two blades in mid-air, Lin Mo sneered and made a seal with both hands. Yunjian's golden light immediately surged, and the Demonic Dragon Sword that scattered the real people let out a shrill cry and was cut into two pieces by Yunjian.
On the ground, the aura that had just been attached had dissipated without a trace, and the Demonic Dragon Sword had turned into scrap metal.
Master Si San did not expect that although this person was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he would have the spiritual power of the Divine Transformation stage. His psychological surprise became more and more intense, and he did not dare to take it lightly anymore. He had no choice but to summon the bronze shield to avoid it, but even so,
It was cut into several pieces by Lin Mo and fell from the air sparsely.
Fellow Daoist Xu never thought that Fellow Daoist Lin could have such magical powers. The rare material of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was not comparable to that of the imitation Demonic Dragon Sword.
Seeing Lin Mo using a sword, he had to be more wary of him. Which of the monks here can be trusted now? Not to mention other things, just the big-headed weirdo, but the seventh uncle, the head of the Ye family, is not the same
Did you just defect when you said you were defecting?
Over there, Lin Mo did not stop attacking Master Si San. Master Si San was overwhelmed and kept dodging Lin Mo's attacks. Just when Lin Mo fired a flying crack at Master Si San's Tianling Gai, Master Si San suddenly transformed into a white shadow, and from there he
Flying out from the side. Then I saw a white light, and the silver moon was blocking it.
Master Si San was startled, turned around, and ran away in another direction.
Seeing that Master Sisan was about to escape, Fellow Daoist Xu made a move and blocked Master Sisan's way. Master Sisan was helpless, and his body froze. In just a moment, Lin Mo's cloud sword's golden light enveloped Master Sisan again, blocking him.
Get it tight.
Master Si San did not expect to be able to force himself to such an extent. The kind look on his face was replaced by ferocity. With a flick of his sleeves, a golden light accompanied by a strong bloody aura was directed towards Lin Mo.
"You still say no, this sword is the Demon Dragon Blade. What was broken just now was just the imitation Demon Dragon Blade." Lin Mo asked, looking at the golden sword that suddenly appeared with golden light.