"I'm not dead!"

Mo Wentian was immediately taken aback, this is the second Jindan monk to save his life under the defloration holy mirror, five years ago, the Flying Eagle Demon of the Spirit Devouring Hall escaped, but at that time, firstly, his cultivation was not high, only the realm of the late stage of Jindan, and secondly, the Flying Eagle Demon had fled to the sky, and the power of the spirit weapon had already been greatly reduced.

But this time, this zombie Taoist actually resisted the defloration holy mirror and did not die, obviously it was not a simple character, but he also lost his natal talisman, and this person cultivated half of his life in this talisman, as if he had lost his life-saving talisman, and his strength suddenly dropped to the realm of Jindan Great Perfection.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

This is the second time Mo Wentian has said this, his left hand raised and withdrew the flower picking holy mirror, but he took out the Danqing holy pen, and held the pen in the void to write a few strokes, the pen is like a silver hook iron painting, really write a 'death' word, the edge is like a knife in the air, the air immediately became heavy, and the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned.

Before the zombie Dao Leader could pounce forward, he felt that his whole body was as heavy as a thousand giant mountains, and it was difficult to escape at all.

"Ahh

He let out a terrible scream, never dreaming that Mo Wentian could actually take out a second spiritual weapon, which was immediately suppressed by the word 'death' formed by the pen, and a blood-red word 'death' was formed on the pitch-black body.

Although the zombie Taoist is a zombie, he is not a real zombie, he is also flesh and blood, and the pen is like the sharpest knife in the world, falling on his physical body, and it is immediately torn apart. Fleshy pieces of the corpse fell to the ground, revealing an eerie word for 'death'.

Mo Wentian put away the Danqing Holy Pen, at this time, it was more than four or five hundred miles away from the royal city, and he could use the spirit weapon without any fear, even if it was the Yuanying True King, he might not have such a divine sense to sense it.

He stepped forward with an indifferent expression and put away the zombie Daoist Jin Dan, this person was a fake baby realm, and his face had already appeared on the Jin Dan, and his frightened expression was faintly visible. A faint voice was heard: "Spare your life!" ”

"Spare your life? This seat is to spare your life. You can't recover your true body now, so you're still gone! ”

As soon as Mo Wentian's voice fell, he immediately reached out and wiped it on the golden pill, completely erasing the last bit of spiritual sense of the zombie Dao Master.

Only the True King of the Yuan Infant can be reborn. Even this zombie Dao is long in the realm of false babies. Sacrifice a wisp of your own consciousness on the golden pill. But it is impossible to restore the true body at all.

Mo Wentian put away the treasure bag of the zombie Taoist, and after killing this person, he was not in a hurry to leave. also learned from the eighth prince who put out a few spiritual teas on the table, and sat there with a golden knife, drinking tea as if he was in a spare time, but he was not happy.

After a moment, a streamer swept through the sky, and the eighth prince and others broke through the air shuttle, and menacingly fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

"Good boy, you're at ease, what about the Zombie Daoist?"

The eighth prince seemed to be a little impatient, but the moment he jumped off the shuttle, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

"Hachioji!"

Mo Wentian put down the teacup and said with a slight smile: "Zombie Dao Chief, isn't it at your feet?" ”

After hearing his words, the eighth prince immediately looked down, and immediately felt a little stunned, at this time, the six Jindan True Monarchs such as Monk Zhong came forward in a crowd, and they were also full of shock, and they all gave birth to a chill from the heart.

On the snow in front, there were a few pieces of flesh and blood, but they were spelled together into a bright red word 'death', which was especially shocking on the white snow.

"How? When you see this word, are you ready for it? ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, and the light in his eyes was as cold as frost, as if he was looking at several cold corpses.

"What? That's impossible? Is this absolutely impossible? ”

The eighth prince immediately let out a frightened scream, he knew the skills of the zombie Dao master, such a false infant realm monk was enough to be proud of the Great Qin vassal states, if it weren't for this person's greed for money, he wouldn't be able to catch it at all, and it was impossible for him to die in the hands of a Jindan sect master with no name.

Although the eighth prince is arrogant, but five years ago, in the hands of Mo Wentian, he did not please him, so he carefully sent someone to investigate the Wuji Gate, although it is a little inexplicable to rise, but it also shows that this is a sect without any background, as the head of the Wuji True Monarch, I am afraid that it is just a junior who has got some adventures.

He didn't believe it at all, such a small character actually had the strength to kill the zombie Taoist, but he didn't believe it, the monk who sent Zhong and Mr. Budai were full of disbelief, and they had fought with this kid before, where was it so powerful?

In less than a quarter of an hour, the zombie Taoist who killed the fake baby realm, this kid is really an evil sect? A chill ran down everyone's spine.

"Kill him, no matter what the cost."

The eighth prince immediately ordered in a cold voice, this kid has suffered many losses in the hands of this kid, this is something that has never happened before, if this person is allowed to grow up, where can he still have his own good life? If you don't kill him today, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future.

"If you want to kill this seat, you don't have enough weight!"

Mo Wentian got up at this time, he took out a token in his treasure bag, and immediately infused mana and slapped it on the ground, and the surrounding air immediately twisted wildly.

The wind rose in all directions, and the snow in a radius burned up, as if in that inexplicable power, it suddenly turned into nothing, that is the force that pulls the rules of heaven and earth, and it is simply unstoppable.

At the same time, the eighth prince and the others all felt that they were in space, and the dantian cultivation disappeared like flowing water, like a breach of the embankment in the sea, and there was no way to block it.

"Forbidden Demon Formation? How is this possible? ”

The eighth prince's face was full of horror, and he looked at Mo Wentian's eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

The forbidden demon formation is the secret of the Great Qin Kingdom, and the Great Qin Royal City relies on this formation to deter the demon Dao monks from attacking.

However, those who practice the Demon Dao Exercises, in this formation, suppress the cultivation according to the situation, and generally the Jindan True Monarch directly suppresses the cultivation of three percent, while the Yuan Ying True King is two percent.

The eighth prince's head was completely confused, he really didn't understand, how could this Mo Wentian arrange the forbidden demon formation, even if he was an eighth-order formation mage, it would be too late in this short time.

Once this forbidden demon formation is sacrificed, he has cultivated such a demonic skill as the Joy and Harmony Zen Gong, and his cultivation is completely suppressed, how can he be this kid's opponent?

"Forbidden Demon Formation? It's really unheard. ”

Mo Wentian's expression was a little disdainful, he just felt a pity in his heart, although the Trapped Dragon Pool Formation was hugely powerful, it was still a little different from the Forbidden Demon Formation.

The level 5 trapped dragon pool, in terms of suppressing the enemy's cultivation, is limited in terms of geography, suppressing forty percent within a hundred miles from the sect, suppressing three percent within a thousand miles, suppressing two percent within ten thousand miles, and only suppressing one percent within 100,000 miles.

It's a pity for Mo Wentian that this place is too far away from Bishan, and it is really not so powerful in its role, but the eighth prince was robbed of his courage, and there was a zombie Dao chief who died in front of him.

PS: Yesterday, I was fortunate to participate in the Fujian Tea People's New Year Tea Party, and the No. 4 fragrant Tieguanyin at home won the first prize of the 11th 'Fujian Tea Cup', so I was happy to drink a few more cups, sleep until midnight and wake up with the codeword, set to automatically update at 10 o'clock in the morning, and now go back to make up for sleep. (To be continued......)