Bai Shou's nine phantom clones, as soon as they made a move, were suppressed by the simple and mysterious characters of the font, stopped their bodies again, and fell into the whirlpool of confusion, under the power of forgetting the already and Dao Yun, they forgot Bai Shou's orders, and even forgot the meaning of existence;

Bai Shou's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the nine motionless phantom clones in disbelief, just as he was about to speak, he was attracted by the mutation above Mo Tong's head, and what he wanted to say was suddenly forcibly swallowed back into her stomach again, looking like she wanted to say and stopped, guessing what Mo Tong was going to do;

"White head! Don't be afraid! I protect you! ”

The seeds on the chest of the white head bloomed with dazzling brilliance, like a blue-green star, releasing supreme power, a vigorous Dao rhyme, condensing the essence of plants and trees between heaven and earth, turning into a blue-green wall of light, resisting the forgotten artistic conception and the power of Dao rhyme;

"Buzz!"

The two different rhymes cancel each other out, the turquoise vitality and the invisible artistic conception of forgetting collide with each other, and faintly, the invisible and qualitative ripples spread wantonly like a tide, sweeping the four directions of heaven and earth, affecting all things in heaven and earth;

"Slash!"

In the face of all this, Mo Tong was unmoved, his eyes were cold and indifferent, like an ancient well, without the slightest wave, the hollow and distant hoarse voice seemed to contain the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the milky white divine sword above his head fell in response to the sound and slashed towards himself;

"Mo Tong! No! ”

Seeing this, Bai Shou was taken aback, and exclaimed in disbelief, Bai Shou, who thought that Mo Tong was going to use the divine sword to attack her, cultivated himself higher than Mo Tong, and wanted to see his methods, but who knew that he saw the picture of Mo Tong beheading himself, and couldn't help but want to stop it;

"White head! No! ”

The seeds on Bai Shou's chest, the blue-green light flickered extremely quickly, and the eager voice of Yang Liu came out, but he couldn't stop Bai Shou, who couldn't help it, and could only watch her, through the blue-green light mask, and quickly approached Mo Tong;

"Mo Tong! White head! ”

A black shadow rushed out of the woods, looked at the two people in the distance, and saw a gray-black figure, wearing a cloak like a costume, unable to see the face clearly, and the other white-clothed figure of Shengxue was the lady he had been thinking about for a long time, and he was Mo Li who heard the voice of the willows;

"Lady!"

As soon as Mo Li saw Bai Shou's figure, he couldn't help but exert his extreme speed, and rushed towards Bai Shou desperately, only thinking about holding her in his arms to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but who knew that he saw a milky white lightsaber, which was slashed down in front of Bai Shou in the air, and he was immediately shocked;

"Huh! That's Haoran righteousness, isn't it a brother who has a teacher? ”

A figure dressed like Mo Tong, carrying a huge bamboo box, with a bunch of messy things in it, most of them are musical instruments and the like, playing with a piccolo in his hand, at this moment, he also saw the lightsaber cut in the air, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he flew quickly over;

"Huh!"

The milky white lightsaber circulated, slashing down at Mo Tong, but Mo Tong was still indifferent, with a landslide in front of him and his face did not change color, the posture of the sword and axe without frowning, the heavy and powerful lightsaber, cutting through the void, bringing out a sharp whistling sound;

"Mo Tong!"

This scene made Bai Shou's heart tremble, and at the same time he was even more confused, why Mo Tong suddenly did such a self-harming thing, Mo Tong said those strange words, she also seemed to understand it, and now she had the heart to stop it, but she couldn't reach it, so she had to call out loudly, wanting to wake up the crazy Mo Tong;

"Be careful!"

The seeds on Bai Shou's chest shone brightly, and the blue-green streamer gushed out of it like a tide, quickly covering Bai Shou's body, as if she was dressed in a blue-green armor, or the kind that protected her teeth from head to toe;

"Look for death!"

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly appeared, standing in front of Bai Shou, and shouted angrily at Mo Tong, who was slashing himself opposite, only to see him raise his hands crossed, and quickly raised it above his head, as if he intended to block the slash of the lightsaber;

"Buzz!"

The milky white lightsaber with divine light shine was unstoppably slashed, and the huge sword shadow shrouded Mo Tong, Bai Shou, and the uninvited guest between the two - Mo Li, and after a buzz, the lightsaber disappeared, and everything was as ridiculous as a dream;

If it weren't for the fact that there was a clear mark on the ground, proving that Fang Cai's lightsaber had indeed fallen, Mo Li and Bai Shou, who were stunned at the moment, couldn't believe their eyes, and the two of them squinted their eyes in unison, looking at Mo Tong opposite, only to see a stream of blood falling from behind the mask;

"What's the situation?"

On the seeds on the white head's chest, the blue-green light flickered, and the confused voice of the willow sounded again, and the same strange scene was stunned;

"Ahem... Burst! ”

Mo Tong staggered back two steps, as if he had really been cut by the lightsaber, coughed violently twice, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, but his body was more upright, his waist was straighter, and a large milky white point of light quickly drilled into his body;

"Humph! Mo Tong! You lonely ghost, dare to take away my son's beloved wife, and die again! ”

Mo left his mouth and scolded angrily, although he was surprised in his heart and didn't understand what was going on, but through Bai Shou's shouting to Mo Tong just now, he had already determined that the person opposite was Mo Tong, and Mo Tong was cut by the lightsaber, which was also taken for granted by him, as a counterattack to the failure of the magic spell;

Mo Li's hands danced wildly in the air, urging the demonic qi in his body with all his might, and the pitch-black demonic pill rotated extremely quickly in his dantian, continuously releasing a steady stream of condensed and strong demonic qi, and with Mo Li's full strength, he rushed out of the body at great speed, and a wild and domineering demonic coercion swept the whole audience at once;

"Huh?"

When Mo Tong heard this, he didn't care about the changes in his body and the changes in the Haiwen Palace, he condensed his gaze in surprise, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face opposite, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered his cold and indifferent look, and even a little empty and numb;

"Mo Li?"

Compared with Mo Tong's confusion and distraction, Bai Shou was even more surprised, the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice fell in her ears, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, as if the flat ground thundered and roared, no less than the loud sound of a landslide and a crack, roaring in her heart, shocking thousands of waves;

"White head! What do you say? Is he Mo Li? ”

Yang Liu's voice full of surprise sounded again in confusion, and the demon soul tried to look at Mo Li through the seed, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except for a demonic back, but Mo Tong's strange changes fell into his eyes clearly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info (To be continued.) )