As if seeing Mochen's expression, the Holy Spirit slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The body of the sword is like ink, and at first glance it is indistinguishable from Mo Chen's own ink sword, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a trace of blood on the edge of the blade, and when you look at it again, the blood color is a faint scarlet mist, like the blood steam steaming up the surrounding area.

But unlike the blood steam, this blood-colored smoke condensed and did not disperse, flowing around the blade of the sword.

After completely pulling out the long sword at his waist, the Holy Spirit waved it twice, tried the feel, and then said in a deep voice: "Since you came to create light, you don't seem to know the name of our clan, boy, you make me wonder." ”

"But it doesn't matter, my mission is to stop anyone who breaks through, and whoever you are, it doesn't mean anything to me. ”

As he spoke, he swept the sword horizontally, and the blade of the sword drew a long line of blood towards Mo Chen.

"I'm just going to say, no matter what kind of natural aristocrat you are, if you dare to stand in front of me, you must have the consciousness of being killed by me. Mochen let out a deep sigh and stepped forward to kill the incoming sword.

The clanging sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, and the two ink swords intertwined like the wind, accompanied by bursts of sparks, and the two identical figures fought with all their might in this blood sea space.

After a few breaths, Mo Chen was shocked to find that he was actually at a disadvantage, and each of his swords seemed to be weaker than the other party, and the other party always seemed to be a little stronger than himself.

Even if you use the true yuan to make a full attack, you can only barely fall behind, and it is even more difficult to win.

"Mo Chen, he's not stronger than you, he just has the help of this sea of blood, with the power of this endless sea of blood, every sword he has enough stamina, so he has the feeling of suppressing you. The voice of the Xuan Xuan rang out at the right time, and it was clearly aware of the existence of the Holy Spirit.

Mo Chen nodded, since that was the case, there was no need to fight him.

Determined in his heart, the ink dust sword shook the stars, forcibly forced the Holy Spirit away, and then took a few steps back extremely quickly, completely exhausting the inner element of his body.

"Three slashes without life!"

Wusheng slashed out, and the three sword qi pierced through the sky and instantly hit the Holy Spirit, at the same time, Mo Chen's eyes lit up, and he could feel that the three slashes at this time were much more powerful than before.

If the white corpse is still there, in the face of today's three slashes, it will definitely not be as simple as just being injured.

Just when Mo Chen's heart was overjoyed, he was surprised to see that the Holy Spirit 'Mo Chen' also shook his sword, and shouted in his mouth, "Three slashes without life!"

Before the words fell, three blood-colored sword qi appeared in vain, shooting out, and six sword qi bombarded together from the middle of the two, and then exploded suddenly, a powerful shock wave spread, and a huge spherical vacuum was blown out of the place where the two were standing, and after the impact, the sea of blood surged again to fill the vacuum as before.

With the impact, Mo Chen's figure withdrew dozens of zhang, and a long path of blood and ice was drawn under his feet along the way, and the surrounding blood mist was full of blood, making it difficult to see.

Fortunately, Mo Chen still has mental power to use, and everything within a radius of twenty meters is under his control.

"Not only can this guy imitate my appearance, but he can even copy my moves. Mo Chen said in a deep voice, it was indeed surprising that there would be such a tricky monster within this last pillar of blood.

He had expected a more powerful corpse monster to appear in the final pillar of blood, just like the first seven pillars of blood, but now it seemed that this self-proclaimed Holy Spirit creature was even more tricky than the previous seven monsters combined.

"The Holy Spirit Clan is born without a body, and for them there is no fixed number of their appearance, and every time they appear, they will turn into the appearance of their opponents, and if they are an old turtle, I will also turn into a turtle. Xuan Di explained to Mo Chen at the right time.

In the years in the Demon Sealing Tower, it has seen a lot of rare spirits, among which there is a powerful Hades Holy Spirit who has been sealed in the tower, so Xuan Di still knows a little.

"Even if he imitates my appearance, why can he even imitate my sword moves? ”

"This is also what puzzles me, the Holy Spirit Clan has their own means of attack, because they have the important mission of guarding the entrance to Hades, so they will not travel far throughout their lives, which also leads to their innate 'realm' supernatural powers, once someone wants to pass through the entrance of Hades they guard, they will be forcibly pulled into their domain, and only by defeating them within the domain can they be qualified to pass through the gate of Hades. ”

Mo Chen nodded, and then his scattered mental power sensed that five blood-colored sword qi were coming towards him.

"No life and slash!" shouted violently, it was actually the trick used by Mo Chen before, and it was also used by the Holy Spirit at this time.

The figure of the ink dust flashed several times in a row between the lightning and flint, and it actually slipped out of the five blood-colored sword qi.

This is the benefit of telekinesis, the moment the five blood-colored sword qi appeared twenty meters away from the ink dust, the telekinesis immediately detected their dead ends, and the ink dust only needs to take every step to leave the sword qi encirclement through the dead ends.

Although he successfully dodged the slashing move, there was no joy on Mo Chen's face, and he was forced to do so by his own moves, it would be strange if Mo Chen still had a good face.

After the Wusheng Lian slashed, the surrounding blood mist was also swept away, and the figure of the Holy Spirit appeared a hundred meters away from the ink dust.

Seeing that the Holy Spirit was about to make another move, Mo Chen hurriedly spoke: "Wait!"

"What?" the Holy Spirit paused.

"Since you know that you are a member of the Holy Spirit Clan, why don't you stay at the gate of the underworld, but come here to help the abuse?" Mo Chen asked out loud, according to the description of Xuanfu, the natural mission of the Holy Spirit clan is to guard the gate of the underworld, in this case, it is obviously unreasonable for the Holy Spirit to appear in front of him in the Eight Yin Heavenly Protector.

Unexpectedly, when the Holy Spirit heard Mo Chen's question, he replied loudly as if he was enraged: "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't this the Gate of Hades?"

With a rhetorical question, Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, this was obviously in the formation enchantment called the Eight Yin Heavenly Protectors, when did it become the legendary Gate of Hades?

"You say this is the Gate of Hades?" Mochen asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, otherwise why would I stay here and spread out the Blood Sea Realm?" the Holy Spirit asked with a frown, feeling as if Ink Dust was making fun of himself.

Hearing the Holy Spirit's answer, the Xuanfu in the cloud gong was a little unable to sit still.

"Mochen, this guy seems to have been manipulated by someone with a secret method, otherwise he would never use this place as the gate of the underworld. Xuan Di said: "If you dare to touch the nobles of the underworld, the person who shot is definitely not a good stubble, if this matter is stabbed out, the person behind the curtain will definitely be sentenced to the ghost prison by Yin Si, and he will never be able to turn over." ”

"Speaking of which, the Yin Eighteen under this formation has a lot of origin, at least it won't be just a simple evil spirit. Mochen said in a deep voice.