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"If you want to use these ghosts to kill the devil, you can't do it yet."
Suddenly, a shout sounded from a distance, followed by several bangs. Following several shrill howls, a monstrous wave suddenly appeared in the distant mountains and forests.
"Junior is looking for death and actually seriously injured my five ghosts in the Mysterious Master Realm."
As the banging resounded, the middle-aged monk suddenly exclaimed an angry word. As the sound rang out, fluctuations suddenly appeared around him, and in an instant, he disappeared on the spot.
"Be careful, Demon Commander, this person can make a sneak attack with the help of the magic circle." Suddenly seeing the fluctuations in the middle-aged figure, Qin Fengming shouted.
Before Qin Fengming could finish his words, a dull roar suddenly came from a distance.
Amidst the roar, a figure was suddenly ejected, as if being thrown away by some powerful force, and fell towards the distance.
"You can't do anything to the demon if you attack him secretly." The body that was suddenly thrown out flipped in the air and was suspended steadily in the air. At the same time, a cold snort sounded on the spot.
"Your body is so tough that it can withstand my blow." Amidst the roaring explosion, the middle-aged monk who had just disappeared reappeared in the air.
This middle-aged monk's movements were strange, and he was obviously able to do so with the help of the restrictions placed around him.
Within the confinement, he can teleport to any direction in the surrounding confinement at will, with great speed and no trace.
Although Mo Ye seemed to have easily resisted a sudden attack, his body was not as relaxed as his expression showed at this time.
At this time, Mo Ye's body's energy and blood surged, and his bones all over his body felt a dull pain.
Fortunately, Mo Ye's body was tough enough and he suppressed the surge of energy and blood in his body with all his strength, so he did not show any abnormality. If it had been any other monk at the top of the Xuan level, even a mastiff beast would have fallen to the ground, covered in blood and flesh.
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You know, Mo Ye is wearing Xingluo Yi at this time.
Mo Ye's figure was suspended in mid-air, his eyes were looking at the middle-aged man with fierce coldness. He did not stay away from the scene, but the spells surged in his body, and he was ready to fight again.
The opponent's attack was powerful and strange, but Mo Ye was not frightened away by the opponent's attack.
The middle-aged man's attack was quick and sudden, but Mo Ye believed that if he went all out, the opponent might not be able to attack his body so easily again.
When Mo Ye and Qin Fengming fought in Yuheng Mansion, the speed of their movements was extremely frightening.
Except for Qin Fengming, he had never encountered anyone who could make him feel irresistible under close range attacks. Facing the middle-aged man, the war in Mo Ye's heart suddenly became more intense.
"Senior Brother Chongji, this is a misunderstanding. Please stop for the sake of Yingyi."
Seeing the middle-aged man and Mo Ye separated with one blow, Fairy Yingyi immediately flashed and approached the two of them. Before she could reach them, she had already spoken the words in her mouth.
"No wonder you can withstand my blow. It turns out that you are Mo Ye from the land of Yuheng. I have long heard that your body is powerful. But no matter who you are today, since you have damaged my ghost spirit, you will have to pay an equivalent price.
Fairy Yingying, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave here quickly, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt the fairy."
The middle-aged monk locked his eyes on Mo Ye and said coldly.
He spoke without looking at Fairy Ying Yi, but he also gave advice to the female cultivator. It was obvious that he did not want Fairy Ying Yi to be involved in the fight.
"Demon Commander, there are restrictions placed in the mountains and forests here. Fighting with them here will be extremely detrimental to fellow Taoists. It is best to retreat from this area before fighting."
Following Fairy Yingyi's words, Qin Fengming's voice transmission also entered Mo Ye's ears.
This middle-aged monk's name made Fairy Ying Yi a little afraid, and Qin Fengming's vigilance was greatly increased. Therefore, after thinking quickly in his heart, he immediately sent a message to Mo Ye.
Even Qin Fengming's clear eyes could not find the phantom formation restraint of the middle-aged figure. Although the restraint did not seem to have any attack effect on Mo Ye, fighting here would be quite detrimental to Mo Ye.
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's message, Mo Ye's eyes narrowed slightly.
Of course, he could see that the other party's movements just now were based on the restriction below to quickly approach him. Qin Fengming paid so much attention to this restriction, so it was naturally not a trivial matter.
"Fairy Yingyi, please step back. Today, Mo will teach this fellow Taoist how to get the rewards he deserves from Mo."
Mo Ye's eyes flickered, but he also didn't look at Fairy Ying Yi and said coldly.
Although the middle-aged monk in front of him, who was filled with an icy aura, gave him a considerable sense of threat, Mo Ye was the most outstanding person in the land of Yuheng, so he naturally had arrogance in his bones.
Therefore, he did not listen to Qin Fengming's words and leave the area directly, but stopped on the spot to fight.
"Senior Brother Chongji, these two fellow Taoists are Yingyi's friends. If senior brother insists on taking action, then there is no need to worry about Yingyi." Seeing that the persuasion was useless, Fairy Yingyi's embroidered eyes bloomed, and her whole body was filled with aura.
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In an instant, Fairy Yingyi was ready to take action.
Although there are many Mahayana palaces in Youfu Palace, those Mahayana palaces usually have nothing to do and do not care about worldly affairs. Therefore, Youfu Palace has set up seven major commander positions.
These seven commanders can be said to be the most powerful beings in Youfu Palace. This is because each commander has dozens of Xuan-level monks with astonishing talents. Among them, there are also many late-Xuan-level monks and peak monks.
To be able to become the leader of Youfu Palace, one does not have to be a direct disciple of the Mahayana to be qualified, but must rely on strength.
Strength, of course, is about fighting methods.
Although Fairy Yingyi is not a monk from the Mastiff Vine Interface, nor is she a true disciple of Youfu Palace, she understands that there are very few direct disciples of Mahayana in Youfu Palace. And the disciples of Youfu Palace all come from the Mastiff Vine Interface or
The people selected from the Poyue Space have extremely top qualifications.
Although those who can be selected as disciples of Youfu Palace are not direct disciples of Mahayana, they have all received personal guidance and training from Mahayana.
It can be said that any one person can occupy the top position among the seven major mansions of Mastiff Vine.
As one of the seven commanders of Youfu Palace, he is the most outstanding existence among these top monks. As one of the seven commanders, the old demon Chongji is one of the top ones among the seven commanders.
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Fairy Yingyi is not a monk of Youfu Palace, but she is a direct disciple of Youfu Palace Mahayana. Precisely because Youfu Palace Mahayana rarely accepts direct disciples, Fairy Yingyi's identity as a direct disciple of Mahayana will give her a high status.
Even the most powerful seven commanders must be polite when meeting Fairy Yingyi.
But now, Chongji seems to have stopped paying respect to Fairy Yingyi.
Hearing Fairy Yingyi's words, Chongji nodded and did not say anything else. Instead, he suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of transparent energy like a huge water ball suddenly appeared on the spot.
Spatial fluctuations appeared, and the transparent liquid energy suddenly sprayed out.
Suddenly, a harsh buzzing sound like a roaring hurricane suddenly swept through the surrounding world.
Feeling a bone-piercing coldness that instantly enveloped his body, Mo Ye's eyes shot out two rays of cold light, and a cold snort resounded on the spot: "The art of freezing can't do anything to Mo."
As the words resounded, a thick mist like ink emerged from Mo Ye's body. When the mist suddenly rose, a fishy stench filled the place.