In the midst of the cold wind and desolation, the Demon Evil Saint Son said with a sneer: "Even if you have the Holy Mirror of Flower Picking, what is that? It's still an inevitable ending. ”

"Who killed the deer, but I can't tell you!" Mo Wentian laughed coldly: "You blew out a breath of yin wind and ghostly energy, but you took away the hundred-year longevity of this seat, but what you paid was the price of one arm, this seat still has a thousand-year lifespan, but how many arms do you have?" ”

"You're right, but the premise is that you have to use the spirit weapon more than ten times, but unfortunately you can't, so the one who dies first must be you." The voice of the Devil Saint Son was as cold as the Nine Shades of Cold Wind, and he laughed in a dark voice: "And more importantly, my speed is faster than yours." ”

At the same time as the words fell, the shadow on the ground suddenly flickered, Mo Wentian was tense all over, how could he let him succeed easily? Looking at the position of the figure on the ground, he turned around and swung his arm and punched out, and a series of explosions in the air seemed to be suddenly emptied by mana.

Unexpectedly, a 'hey' Sen Ran smiled from behind, and the shadow seemed to be a reckless one, hidden in Mo Wentian's shadow, and it didn't leave his back like a shadow.

Mo Wentian was a little unconvinced, and immediately opened the bow with two hands left and right, the palm slap seemed to be a stormy wave, the boxing seemed to be shattered by the sky, and the hand grasped like a mountain pressing on the top, all kinds of powerful and infinite means were used, but it was like a dog biting its tail, and it was always impossible to hurt the person behind him.

"Boy, you're trying in vain, no matter how fast you are, it's far from being able to match me."

The voice behind him sneered, and suddenly the light and shadow flickered. Mo Wentian only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and immediately felt dizzy for a while, and his vitality passed for a hundred years in an instant, if the Jindan Zhenjun next to him suddenly lost two hundred years of life, he was afraid that he was already in danger of death, but he was an outlier in the cultivation realm, and his thousands of years of life were enough to support it for a while.

"Boy, this Holy Son wants to absorb your Shouyuan and make it into a specimen of a dried corpse." The Devil Saint Son seemed to be extremely proud, and said freely: "I wonder if you can make such a plan?" ”

Mo Wentian's face was a little ugly. He said in a deep voice, "You disciples of the Demon Cave. Is this the only means? ”

The Devil Saint Son smiled and said, "Don't you think that time is an invisible knife that kills people? Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, it is difficult to escape the passage of time, which is the fate of any living creature in the world. ”

Mo Wentian suddenly had an introverted consciousness. Concentrate on staring at the shadow beneath your feet. With a solemn expression, he said: "This seat cannot stop the passage of time. But it can stop you! ”

"Really?" The Devilish Son seems to have heard a big joke? He smiled strangely: "Then I'm going to give it a try, what do you use to stop me?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the shadow on the ground suddenly flickered. Swept by the cold wind, Mo Wentian fell to the ground in an instant, and a lazy donkey rolled out of his surprise and flashed aside.

A black shadow swept overhead, making a surprised 'huh' sound, as if he was surprised that Mo Wentian actually made a street hooligan fight, although it was extremely unsightly, but it narrowly avoided himself.

The sound he made was completely exposed, Mo Wentian suddenly picked up the Danqing Holy Pen, the pen was like a silver hook iron painting, and a few strokes towards the place where the sound came from, the pen was like a silver hook iron painting, and a 'Ding' word was written in the void, and the edge was like a knife in the air, and the air was immediately heavy, as if it was imprisoned.

The bleak cold wind suddenly stopped, and the black shadow above his head seemed to be pressed by the mountains, and his body stagnated slightly, letting out a dull exclamation.

At the beginning of the voice, Mo Wentian turned out a simple bronze mirror in his hand, and shone towards the black shadow above his head, a mirror light shone in the sky, and any ghosts and ghosts could not hide, and immediately showed the true body of the black shadow in the mirror.

The demonic saint son was wearing a black cloak, and he couldn't see his true face clearly, and the sleeve of his left arm was empty, soaked with purple blood, and he was obviously injured a lot just now. At this time, he seemed to be imprisoned in the air, and the void could not stop shaking, obviously he was struggling with all his strength to break the shackles of the word 'ding'.

Time must not be lost, the opportunity will not come, for this moment Mo Wentian is painstaking, success or failure is also in this move, his other hand opened, like an indestructible iron claw piercing through the mirror, lightning grabbed the head in the mirror.

But at this time, as if he sensed something in the dark, the head of the Demon Evil Son deviated at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding Mo Wentian's palm, although his life was saved, but the cloak on his body was difficult to escape the iron claws, and he was suddenly grabbed and pulled out, and it was pulled out of the mirror.

"Wow!" With a bang, the Demon Saint Son spat out a mouthful of blood, fell down in mid-air, and rolled on the ground a few times before he stopped, and it was actually a young man with pale skin like a dead man.

Mo Wentian's face was also pale, and he used two spiritual weapons in a row, which had already drained all the mana in his dantian, and he took two steps forward with vain steps.

The young man fell to the ground trembling, as if he had lost his cloak, and with all his strength he begged for mercy, "Can you not kill me?" That Ghost King cloak is a broken artifact that can be given to you. ”

Mo Wentian staggered and stopped, looked at the cloak in his hand, and said with a sneer: "It turns out that after losing your disguise, you are so fragile. ”

After saying this, he felt dizzy for a while, and a sense of detachment came over him, and he was so lightheaded that he fell to the ground, and seemed to faint.

"It turns out that after forcibly using spiritual weapons, you have become so fragile!"

The young man's pale cheeks were suddenly ecstatic, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with blood clots, and he hurriedly climbed to the ground, raised his palm, and was about to split the head on the ground.

But his hand stiffened in mid-air, his face seemed to be a little reluctant, and he muttered to himself: "You have thousands of years of life, if your head is cut off, won't you pass away with the wind in vain, then you can't waste it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and inhaled a breath of air, used the only mana in the dantian, refined a breath of yin wind and ghost qi, and was ready to enjoy the gluttonous feast of a thousand years of life, but suddenly he was shocked, he looked down incredibly, but saw that his chest was pierced by a palm, and his blood and vitality had been lost a lot.

He raised his head with difficulty, raised his arm that was still intact, pointed at Mo Wentian and said, "You ......"

Before he could say anything, he felt heavy and fell to the ground stiffly.

"A lot of people die carelessly, and it turns out that you will be no exception."

Mo Wentian pulled out the blood-stained palm, only to feel that the dantian was empty and without any mana, and there was a fainting feeling in his mind, but he knew that Lu Dao couldn't fall asleep, otherwise he didn't know when Lu Dao would wake up? The ruins of the imperial city are not comparable to those in Wuji Peak, and they may not be aware of being taken off their heads in a dream.

Thousands of feet above his head, two powerful forces exploded in the air, and there were bursts of ripples like lake water, and a voice like the roar of an ancient beast sounded, and he rebuked like thunder: "Ghost general, your master is dead, Lao Tzu will send you to the underworld to accompany him!" ”

Under that sound, a huge pressure like a tide swept the heavens and the earth, and between the stormy waves, the void was chaotic and shook like a tide.

"Golden-clawed marten bear, sure enough, he was promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast in an instant!"

Mo Wentian's face swelled with joy, only when the spirit beast was promoted to the seventh order, he could refine the horizontal bones in his throat, and he immediately became relaxed, and now it was obvious that the victory was decided.

According to the division of ghosts and ghosts in the Devil's Cave, the spirit ghosts equivalent to the Qi refining period are called ghost pawns, the spirit ghosts with the strength of the foundation building period are ghost guards, only the spirit ghosts with the strength of Jindan can be counted as ghost generals, and the strength of the eighth-order ghost generals is still above the monks in the late stage of Jindan.

Originally, the golden-clawed mink bear was promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast, and his strength should be equivalent to that of an eighth-order ghost general, but the ghost demon son has died, and the ghost general without a master is just a lonely soul and a wild ghost, even if he is not killed now, he will not be able to survive in this world without the master's longevity and essence blood sacrifice.

Although it was a big victory, but the price paid was also not small, with Mo Wentian's current situation, it seemed that he had returned to an hour ago, and he also had no choice, he took out the Creation Guiyuan Pill in his treasure bag, and threw it in his mouth with some pain, and now he can only recover his mana with this eighth-order spirit pill, but unfortunately there is only such a one.

The elixir melted into the abdomen, and his face suddenly became ruddy, and the empty dantian seemed to be moved by the surging mana to reclaim the sea, and it was completely saturated in an instant, and the golden pill, which was already extremely dim, burst out with brilliant light.

Just when Mo Wentian returned to his peak state, the battle in the sky above seemed to be over, and a ghostly hissing voice came out, but in an instant, the sound stopped abruptly, and it seemed that the vocal cords were suddenly torn off.

With a 'boom', an extremely hideous head with curved horns fell down, smashing a huge crater in the ground, and a golden claw pressed down like an iron mountain, and the head exploded like a watermelon.

The earth trembled, and the huge size of the golden-clawed mink bear stood in front of him, and opened his mouth to let out a bell-like laugh: "Master, fortunately, I am not dishonored." ”

"Good!" Mo Wentian laughed loudly, suddenly stood up, took a few steps forward and said: "Golden-clawed marten bear, you have been promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast, you can refine the horizontal bones and speak out, if you are fortunate enough to be promoted to an eighth-order spirit beast in the future, you need to go through the heavenly tribulation and turn into a human form, if you don't have a name and title, but it is not good, wouldn't it weaken the name of this sect if you have practiced outside, this seat will give you a name now, and it will also be good to magnify the prestige of this sect." ”

The golden-clawed marten bear was immediately overjoyed, let out an exhilarating roar, lowered its huge head, and said in a rough voice: "Master, please give me a name." (To be continued......)