"No, this is not a forbidden demon formation, the forbidden demon formation is only used to suppress monks who practice demon dao exercises, but this formation is suppressed even by me, how is this possible?"

Monk Zhong shook his head immediately, he is a famous and decent teacher, and he has never practiced any demonic exercises? But why is it also suppressed and cultivated?

"Yes, the forbidden demon formation can suppress the cultivation of three percent, but this formation is far inferior."

Mr. Budai's expression was extremely determined, and he said in a very affirmative tone: "This is definitely not a forbidden demon formation. ”

"What? It's not a forbidden demon formation, so don't ask the sky. ”

The eighth prince reacted immediately, he had lingering palpitations about the forbidden demon formation in Wangcheng, and he had reached the point of talking about its color change, and he almost mistook this formation for the forbidden demon formation, but after hearing the analysis of the two subordinates, he realized that he was making a fuss, and his face was a little unbearable.

"If you dare to tease Prince Ben, you will die today."

The eighth prince was furious, and immediately ordered left and right: "Kill this prince, who can take this kid's dog life, and reward twenty pieces of the best spirit stone." ”

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, not to mention that the formation in front of him is just to suppress Yicheng's cultivation, although in terms of its own strength, it has some influence, but no matter how you say it, there is only one person on the other side, even the tiger can't stand the wolves.

Immediately, not to mention the two of Monk Tuo Zhong and Mr. Budai, the other five Jindan monks who were good at joining forces to set up the formation were all full of greed and rushed forward desperately.

"This seat is only worth twenty top-grade spirit stones, and you look down on people too much, Eighth Prince."

Mo Wentian let out a disdainful sneer. His left hand was raised in the air, but he grabbed the natal talisman of the zombie Taoist in his hand, poured mana into it, and raised his hand to sacrifice it to everyone.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, as if the sky was cracking, the air shook violently, and the overwhelming waves of air surged in all directions, and two terrible screams were heard, as well as several muffled snorts, and the wind dissipated in an instant. The torrent quickly fell silent.

The natal talisman of the zombie leader. The cultivation that almost condensed half of his body naturally contained infinite power, and at this time, it was used by Mo Wentian as a one-time consumption of mana, and it was sacrificed while it was unprepared. The two Jindan Zhenjun were about to be blown apart. The rest were all injured. Even with the strength of the Monk and Mr. Budai, there is some damage to the vitality.

"Boy, look for death!"

Mr. Budai was furious. Throwing the rag bag in his hand in the air, he headed towards the hood of Mo Wentian's head, and there was an incomparably terrifying and inexplicable traction inside.

Don't look at this as a tattered pocket, but it can hold everything in the world, but as long as the living beings are sucked in the pocket, not only can there be no way to escape, but also turn into a pool of blood in a moment and three moments.

This broken bag is Mr. Budai's fame weapon, the origin of which is not small, and even he himself does not know the origin, in those days, Mr. Budai's broken bag, the big scissors of the gold paper mother-in-law, and the ancient bell that the bell monk dragged were all found in the ancient ruins.

Until now, the three of them had not fully understood the role of the magic weapon, and they had not been able to exert the full power of the three superb magic weapons at all.

But Mo Wentian's current sensing ability is extremely strong, and at the same time as this broken bag was sacrificed, he was shocked for no reason, and he actually sensed a wisp of spiritual weapon breath inside.

Originally, on Mo Wentian's body, there were two extremely powerful spiritual weapons, which were naturally extremely sensitive to the breath of the spiritual weapon, although the breath of the rag pocket spiritual weapon was extremely weak, but it was still captured by Mo Wentian.

"What's going on?"

At this moment of lightning, Mo Wentian was a little surprised, but he soon thought of the crux of the problem, the magic weapons of the two had the breath of spiritual weapons, I am afraid that there is only one possibility, it should be refined from the fragments of spiritual weapons.

This kind of magic weapon is made of spiritual weapon fragments, and has the power of a spiritual weapon, in terms of power, above the superb magic weapon, but below the semi-spiritual weapon.

After thinking of this possibility, Mo Wentian's eyes lit up, with the current level of refining weapons of the sect, I am afraid that sooner or later he will have the ability to refine spiritual weapons, as long as he collects the fragments of these spiritual weapons, it may not be impossible to refine a real spiritual weapon.

"Let Lao Tzu in!"

Mr. Cloth Bag roared loudly, and the rag bag immediately hunted, and seemed to be completely inflated, and the wind inside suddenly rose, giving birth to an irresistible force.

In an instant, within a radius of 100 zhang, the rocks immediately collapsed, the grass and trees upside down, all of them poured in, and were completely sucked in by the rag pocket.

"Intricate!"

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, and immediately pinched out the magic decision with both hands, and cast an intricate supernatural power, and immediately drilled countless vines like gold and iron on the ground, but this supernatural power was not used against the enemy, but at this time to defend himself.

But he saw those golden rattans growing wildly, tightly wrapping Mo Wentian on the ground, even though the suction power in the rag pocket was mighty, he was as immobile as a rock.

He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows the hills, you move me, the bright moon shines on the river!

"Good boy, you've got you!"

At this time, the bell monk dragged the cyan bronze bell, and slowly flicked it with one hand and his fingers, as if against a thousand catties of heavy objects, and a burst of low and mournful bells suddenly came out of the void.

However, if other means of attack were enough, this Monk Zhong attacked the divine consciousness with sound waves, although it was extremely powerful, for Mo Wentian, it was completely useless.

He is ruthless and he is evil, I am full of true breath, my heart is like a clear spring reflecting the bright moon, and my body is like a breeze blowing on the hills.

This is the artistic conception of a master to deal with the enemy, the other party has not made a move, he is completely aware of it, and it seems that every move is in the chest.

"Damn, it's all to Prince Ben, kill this kid, there will be a heavy reward!"

At this time, the eighth prince had to do it himself, he practiced Huanxi Hezen Gong, and the Hehuan Pavilion of the Heavenly Demon Sect had the same effect.

At this time, he exerted his magical powers, but saw that pink smoke appeared around him, which was completely different from ordinary smoke, and there was a charming breath inside, like a wine pond meat forest, and there were bursts of fei sound, and in the hazy haze, there seemed to be several fair women dancing.

Their postures are elegant and plump, their bodies seem to be covered with a layer of tulle, and some are even half-naked carcass, and their dancing postures are really wonderful, some are light as the wind, some are elegant, and some are charming, as if they have fallen into a cave of ecstasy.

These powder mist drifted in, completely enveloping Mo Wentian, who was still fighting, suddenly found that he seemed to have come to a strange world, which seemed to be the country of his daughter, the paradise of any man's dreams.

"This son, it's really hard to find a handsome man in the world, why don't you stay here and accompany the concubine to wait for the end of the day?"

A Miaoman woman wrapped in light gauze stepped forward, her waist swayed like a willow, and the corners of her skirt opened from time to time as she walked, revealing a pair of snow-white long legs without the slightest flaw, glowing with a faint seductive luster, and said coquettishly: "This son, the concubine must be good to serve, do you stay here and don't leave?" ”

The woman's face was crimson, her delicate skin showed a faint pink, and her hips trembled left and right, and a faint body fragrance was seductive, which could instantly set off anyone's wild and primitive desires.

"Where is this?"

Mo Wentian's expression was a little confused, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, he didn't pay attention to the woman who came forward to keep his distance, his brows were frowning and thinking hard, he really didn't understand, at this moment, why did he come to this place in front of him?

"This is the boudoir of the concubine, the son is the guest of the scene, I hope that after a while, I will pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, what about the concubine for the first time?"

The woman ripped off her white shawl, her bare shoulders and the back of her neck were exposed uncovered, and when she looked at it from above, the spring light was even more visible, and her coquettish voice said: "Childe, the whole body of the concubine is yours." ”

Her voice is as gentle as water, her appearance is delicate and charming to the extreme, and when she hears the sound of Feifei constantly coming in her ears, Mo Wentian seems to be completely forgetful, and she only feels that her whole body is extremely hot, he is a normal man, and that kind of desire can't be suppressed at all, just want to hold the beautiful girl in front of her in her arms, wantonly press under her body, squeeze out their tactful and coquettish cry, until she sends the climax of desire, a raging lust ignites in his heart, constantly impacting his reason.

Mo Wentian's divine sense is powerful, but when he killed the zombie Taoist, he was already using a spiritual weapon, and at this time, he was even more divided to resist the bell of the bell monk, which was somewhat consumed in his divine sense.

The eighth prince was watching from the sidelines, looking at Mo Wentian's eyes gradually blurred, and immediately looked overjoyed, and ordered left and right: "Don't kill this kid at this time, but when will you wait?" ”

The monk who sent Zhong was also overjoyed, and said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to the eighth prince, this random move has made this kid fall into an illusion, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape." ”

While speaking, he bent his fingers on the ancient bell, and the sound rippled with a peculiar charm, as if it could resonate with the human heart, or the bell containing the law had replaced the beating sound of the heart.

And at this time, Mo Wentian's expression became dazed, and his desire was immediately attracted by the bell, which seemed to be a vibration that affected the soul, without the bell there was no life at all, and immediately followed the sound and walked in the direction where the bell came from.

I don't know when, the breeze passed slowly, and in the direction from which the bell came, there seemed to be a vague traction, so that he didn't need any strength, and he couldn't help but walk forward, as if there was his destination. (To be continued......)