The slender hand of the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden seemed to contain some kind of extremely mysterious magical power, which broke through the air indescribably, and no matter how Mo Wentian avoided and retreated, it was as inseparable as a shadow.

Mo Wentian couldn't help but sigh secretly, knowing that the Dao cultivation was really too far from the Heavenly Demon Saint Maiden, if this woman insisted on lifting the ghost king's cloak, even if she tried her best, it would be useless, so she had to resign herself to her fate and stand still.

This volume of mysterious scrolls actively protects the body, should the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden have no malicious intent? Why should this face make her look at it? It's just that Renri Zhenjun is a little troublesome, and when he turns around, he must find a way to kill him in the ruins of the imperial city.

The slender hand of the Heavenly Demon Saintess had already grabbed the ghost king's cloak, a pair of bright eyes staring at it, trembling slightly, and was about to tear off this disguise with one hand, revealing the face hidden inside, was it the one she dreamed of finding?

However, at this moment, the scroll of the painting was shining with a strange light, and suddenly left on Mo Wentian's body, unfolding like a butterfly wearing flowers, sweeping the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden inside, and suddenly drifting towards the darkness.

"For what...... What will take me away? Who the hell is he? ”

The unwilling voice of the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden became farther and farther away, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mo asked Tianmu to look at the place where she disappeared in shock, it seemed to be the exit of the secret realm of the Heavenly Demon Palace, could it be that the scroll of paintings was going to take her out of this place the same way? Could it be that he wanted to give up the True King Inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

What is the origin of that scroll? It seems that everything is acting with an unfathomable meaning, obviously not wanting the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden to open her cloak and see it inside? Could it be that her face was the one she had seen before.

That's it. Mo Wentian's heart moved, the background of him and the four junior brothers and sisters was unknown, they were all orphans picked up by the previous head Hao Chengzhong in the Million Demon Mountain decades ago, it was originally an extremely ordinary thing, but the five of them all had extremely anti-heaven cultivation spiritual roots, but it was not a simple matter.

'Smack! With a sound, in the direction where the Heavenly Demon Saintess disappeared, something suddenly flew in and landed directly in front of Mo Wentian's feet. He was stunned and picked up his hands on the ground. only to find that it was just a treasure bag, and the rich smell of blood on it rushed into the nose, and it seemed to have a wisp of breath of the blood-devouring holy son.

"It's ......"

Mo Wentian's expression was a little sluggish, this treasure bag had not been taken away by the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden. The scroll was taking her out of the place. Why keep this to yourself? He let out his senses and sensed them for a moment. But he found that the bag was empty, and there was nothing else except for ten Sifang Guiyuan stones.

"This ......"

Could it be the intention of that scroll. Do you want to let yourself take the Nine Ghost Water? As soon as he thought of this, he became more and more sure of this idea in his heart, otherwise it would be difficult to speculate with common sense.

At this time, a hot gaze swept over and landed on the treasure bag in his hand, and a voice containing infinite killing power suddenly came.

"Boy, it's our turn to settle accounts, without the protection of that scroll, but to see how you save your life?"

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, stared at the past coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Are you killing yourself?" I will send you up to Huangquan Road, so that I can meet a few of your junior brothers. ”

"Good boy, Yiyue Zhenjun and the other three junior brothers really died in your hands!" Renri Zhenjun breathed fire in anger and roared: "Ben Zhenjun will cripple you and throw you here first, and after you get the Nine Ghost Soul Water, I will let you lead the way to rescue Xingyue Zhenjun." ”

As soon as the words fell, his two fists struck out like lightning, like two golden mountains pressed down, and the fists continued to vibrate in the void, emptying all the air around him, and a terrifying storm was immediately born, like the halo of the scorching sun, spreading towards the surrounding tide.

Renri Zhenjun punched out the scorching sun storm with both fists, crushing it in the void, blocking any space for escape, and vowed to cripple Mo Wentian on the spot with a punch.

At this time, Mo Wentian's reaction was already a little slower, and it was already a little too late to dodge, so he immediately sacrificed the Vajra Aegis with his left hand to block his chest, and his right hand had already grabbed the seven-star sword in the treasure bag like lightning, urging the last sword on it.

'Boom! With two explosions, the golden fist smashed on the shield, and the true body of the Arhat on it was a little shaky, and the golden light immediately eclipsed.

Mo Wentian only felt that his breath was a little disordered, and the violent force penetrated through his body, and he couldn't help but retreat seven or eight steps backwards in a row, and the raging force was transmitted to his feet, and every time he took a step back, the ground under his feet exploded into a deep pit.

Renri Zhenjun snorted, the Vajra Divine Shield countered a certain amount of damage, obviously suffered a lot of dark losses, these are not to be feared, but what really made him care was that the cold sword that the Seven Star Sword prompted suddenly exploded in front of his chest.

In an instant, tens of thousands of ghosts let out a piercing strange scream, baring their teeth and showing a fierce appearance, as if they had discovered a supreme delicacy, and they rushed forward urgently, with a posture of devouring alive, indescribably terrifying.

This sword is obviously containing a majestic yin and evil aura, which can devour any yang qi in the world, and the yang aura is a natural enemy that is incompatible with water and fire.

Renri Zhenjun's face turned cold, and his voice said disdainfully: "It's useless, Ben Zhenjun has already cultivated the Natal Divine Power Burning Yang Golden Body, and any yin evil is enough to restrain it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden light of his whole body flickered, burning with raging flames, as if his body had become a round of scorching sun, and those yin spirits rushed forward like a tide, like moths throwing their own fire candles, crackling, and bursts of green smoke.

But at this moment, Mo Wentian had already picked up the Danqing Holy Pen, wrote a few strokes in the void, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote a blood-red 'kill' word, each stroke was like a blade, and the most light point, this 'kill' word shot out,

Sharp and murderous, this word 'kill' is shocking, and before anyone is killed, it is filled with a strong smell of blood, and the air is immediately heavy as imprisonment.

"Ahh

Renri Zhenjun was resisting the Yin Evil, and was suppressed by the word 'kill' written by the Danqing Holy Pen, obviously a little caught off guard, and the spirit weapon was not something he could resist, and immediately let out a terrible scream, and was immediately killed and torn apart, becoming a corpse with blurred flesh and blood.

Casting the spell and lifting the pen, Mo Wentian's face turned a little pale, and he stepped forward to put away Renri Zhenjun's treasure bag, released his divine sense to check, and found that there were thirteen square Guiyuan stones inside.

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because in this short period of time, that golden shadow had already swept over most of the Nine Ghost Styx, if there was any further delay, it would be a big mistake for him to rush to the Heavenly Demon Hall to get the Nine Ghost Soul Water.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Wentian didn't care about anything else, and immediately jumped into the sky above the Nine Shadows Styx, and raised his hand to throw out all the Quartet Returning Yuan Stones.

"Knock knock!"

There were dozens of water sounds in the Nine Styx River, and every twenty or thirty zhang away, a huge rock immediately appeared, like a bridge pier without a bridge, running through both banks of the Nine Styx, and the Heavenly Demon Hall was already far away.

Mo Wentian immediately rushed forward like an arrow, like a big bird, jumping up and jumping on those river crossing stones, castrating as fast as electricity, that astonishing speed, rolling up gusts of wind and waves in the air.

But he got up late, naturally always slower, the golden shadow let out a long roar of excitement, had crossed this Nine Styx River, staggered to stand in front of the main gate of the Heavenly Demon Palace, tremblingly stretched out the only hand, pressed on the vicissitudes of the ancient stone door, it seemed that as long as the palm of the palm exhaled, this door would open towards him.

"Where to run? Come on! ”

Mo Wentian's hurried voice came from behind, and the Picking Flowers Holy Mirror had been held high in his hand, and the light shot from the mirror shone far away on the Nine Styx, piercing through the layers of yin wind and evil qi, reflecting on the golden shadow, and a golden blurred image appeared in the mirror.

Mo Wentian's face was full of evil energy, and his right hand penetrated the mirror like an iron claw, grasping the blurred golden shadow inside in his hand, and suddenly tore it outward.

In front of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the golden shadow let out a terrible scream, as if someone had been stripped of the skin on his body alive, revealing an old man in a golden robe with white hair and silver beard, losing the golden shadow on his body, as if he was stripped of the last ray of hope for survival, he let out a hissing and unwilling roar.

"Hateful! Hateful! The old man's original longevity has dropped, as long as he gets the Nine Ghost Soul Water, he will increase his lifespan by a hundred years, and his divine consciousness will be increased several times, and from then on, the Yuan Infant is hopeful! ”

After saying this, it seemed that he had exhausted the most difficult strength of his life, his face was as soft as ashes on the ground, and blood was gurgling out of his mouth, but from beginning to end, his palm was attached to the stone door of the Heavenly Demon Palace, as if there was a dead existence inside.

In Mo Wentian's hand, a golden shadow was torn out, constantly struggling and twisting, like a snake grabbing his hand, and letting out a monstrous roar inside.

"Who the hell are you? Actually broke Benjun's Shadow Exorcism Dafa? If you have the ability to tell your identity, it will definitely make your life worse than death. ”

Mo Wentian's face was as cold as frost, and he said in a murderous tone: "Tianyi Zhenjun, this shadow is just a lesson, and our account will naturally be calculated in the future." ”

As soon as the words fell, his palm pinched out the magic decision, and a cold flame shot out, wrapping around the golden shadow, like bone-chilling cold water poured on a flame.

The golden shadow let out a terrible scream, and puffs of white smoke rose from its body, which burned out in an instant, and the sound came to an abrupt end.

The continuous forcible action used two spiritual weapons, so that Mo Wentian Dantian was almost empty, his legs and feet were as heavy as lead, and he crossed the Nine Nethers River with difficulty, stumbled to the Heavenly Demon Palace, reached out and touched the corpse's treasure bag, and then kicked far away.

Looking at the stone gate in front of him, which was enough to be silent for 100,000 years, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently pushed on the heavy stone door, and a mysterious light burst out from the crack in the door, rushing over his body. (To be continued......)