Huang Guang and Li Shu's voices were not small, and the rest of the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, including the Great Elders who were vigilant around them, also followed the gaze of the two of them and noticed that the neck was already half broken, but the head was still hanging from the lion's head stitched giant beast.

"Leave it to me, don't be distracted!" Although Mo Qingyu was also shocked by the scene in front of him, he still had a clear mind and shouted loudly.

Some of the stunned sons and daughters reacted immediately, without squinting, in groups of threes and twos, entangled with the stitched giant beast.

"What kind of material is the thin thread in this monster's body, which can resist my sword. Mo whispered and thought in his heart.

The rest of the people were some distance away from the lion's head stitching giant beast, and they didn't see the thousands of thin threads connecting the broken lion's head and neck, thinking that the lion's head was hanging in the air, but he could see it clearly, it was this dense translucent thin thread that pulled the lion's head from falling, and it was this thin thread that blocked the blood moon that the Blood Night Knife turned into.

Swish!

The lion's head was unaffected by the broken neck, the pain was not present in its body, it raised its forelimbs, the cold light flashed on its claws, and the wind roared.

"I'll see if this thin line can hold back the mystery of my sword. Mo whispered, his eyes blazing, his body as steady as a mountain, staring at the action of the lion's head stitched with the giant beast's claws.

Now is the time!

Mo whispered's pupils shrank, and at the moment when the claws were about to land on him, his body leaned to the side, and at the same time, he waved the Blood Night Long Knife in his hand.

Call!

Where the blade passed, the blade came out, more than half a meter long, and the blood-colored knife shadow was difficult to find.

Swish!

Click, click...

Mo whispered that his hand was up and down, only to hear a crisp cracking sound in the place where the knife could reach, and the thousands of translucent thin lines connecting the lion's head and neck were all broken, and a lion's head whose blood had long been exhausted left an arc in the air, falling on the stone ground, rolling out a distance of nearly one meter before stopping.

"Whew..."

Looking at the giant beast in front of him, Mo whispered and exhaled a turbid breath.

After releasing the mystery of the sword, the Bloody Night Knife was more than twice as sharp, and the mystery of the knife deserved to be one of the mysteries that were quite difficult to comprehend in all the mysteries.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Just as Mo Qingyu turned around and was about to help the other fellow disciples, there was a burst of applause in a stone forest not far away.

"Who!" the Great Elder, who had been on alert, was the first to react and shouted violently at the direction of the stone forest.

He had always felt a somewhat ethereal aura nearby, but the other party might have cultivated some kind of hidden aura technique, and it was difficult for him to capture the other party's unknown, but he didn't expect the other party to hide in a stone forest less than a hundred meters away from him.

"Elder Ling, it's so angry, it's scared of the slave family..."A delicate female voice sounded from the stone forest, and before the voice fell, Lian Ruomeng, who was wearing a white dress, walked out from behind a dark stone body.

"Who am I, it turns out to be you, a demon girl. The Great Elder spoke, his eyes full of vigilance.

Lian Ruomeng's position as the left protector of the Black Lotus Demon Sect at its peak is by no means empty and beautiful, and his strength is also unique, and there are few opponents under the mandate of heaven.

"Ling Chuan, you are the Great Elder of the Extreme Dao Sect, and you still have these secular prejudices, calling me a demon girl, I think you Ling Chuan is a sanctimonious person. Lian Ruomeng smiled and shot back.

"Hmph, it's really a demon girl, here you are talking about it to confuse the people!" The Great Elder laughed angrily, his body was like a light Hong, and he raised his palm and slapped it at the location where Lian Ruomeng was.

When you reach the Yunhai Realm, you can leave the body, and when the Great Elder's palm flips, a three-meter-large Xuan Qi palm condenses from the void and slaps towards Lian Ruomeng.

I saw Lian Ruomeng smile faintly, and took out a soft whip in his hand, the whip was more than two meters long, and the whole body was black, it was made of dragon scales with a dragon, and it was a low-level weapon of the Japanese rank, called the Dragon Whip, which was a very famous divine weapon in the Tianlan Continent.

Syllable!

The Dragon Whip turned into a black shadow, drawing an arc in the air, hitting directly on the palm of the Xuan Qi, shattering the palm and dissolving the qi into a flutter.

Recite!

The Xuan Qi in Lian Ruomeng's body poured into the dragon whip like water, and the dragon whip rose high as if it had life, and there was a faint cry of the dragon in the whip.

"I'm dizzy!"

"What kind of sound is this, it's so uncomfortable..."

"Is this a cry?"

“......”

The roar of the resentful dragon echoed in the passage of the grotto, and the brains of all the holy sons and daughters were like being bitten by insects and ants, and they were all holding their heads**, which was extremely painful.

"It's... An attack on the soul?" The blurred sword soul in Mo Qingyu's body shone brightly, and his soul was wrapped in a layer of golden light.

A translucent dragon soul body that was only half a finger long was opening its mouth again and again with a pair of scarlet thin eyes and was opening its mouth to bite again and again, but it was a pity that it couldn't break through the golden light outside Mo Qingyu's soul.

Airplanes...

The fuzzy sword soul in Mo Qingyu's dantian only trembled slightly, and the dragon soul body seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and the translucent soul body rippled, and it turned into nothing in a few blinks of an eye, and the fuzzy sword soul in his dantian returned to calm, quietly suspended in the center of the dantian, living above the sword flower.

At the moment when the dragon soul body in Mo Qingyu's body disappeared, Lian Ruomeng's beautiful eyes looked at Mo Qingyu's position, a trace of brilliance flashed in her eyes, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she whispered to herself: "Interesting..."

"Scatter!" Seeing that the claws of the four stitched giant beasts were about to fall, the Great Elder's eyes widened in anger and he shouted loudly.

"Whew!", "Whew!", "......"

The Great Elder's voice was infused with a large amount of Xuan Qi, and the sound wave was detonated under the action of Xuan Qi, and the four stitched giant beasts that were shocked wailed and took a few steps backwards, and the sharp claws that were about to fall on several Holy Sons and Holy Maidens also deviated from their tracks and landed on the stone bodies on the side, collapsing a large amount of rubble.

At the same time, the dragon souls in the bodies of more than a dozen holy sons and saintesses were shocked by the sound waves, and some of the souls were unstable, and the pain in their brains disappeared.

"This is the soul of the resentful dragon, quickly calm your mind and concentrate your mind, run the Xuan Gong, and refine it!" "The Great Elder knew the means of Lian Ruomeng, and took advantage of the clarity in everyone's minds, and reminded in a loud voice.

Everyone didn't dare to hesitate when they heard this, and hurriedly calmed down, ran their own cultivation of Xuangong, and began to refine the resentful dragon sound soul in their bodies.

"Demon girl, dare to harm my Extreme Dao disciple, look for death!" The Great Elder was enraged by Lian Ruomeng, and several Xuan Qi palm prints were discharged one after another, and his body flashed, stopping in front of the four stitched giant beasts, and the purple qi rose in his palm.

Call!

"Purple Cloud Stacked Palms!"

Palm out, layers of purple clouds stacked up, covering the sky and the sun, pressing towards the four stitched giant beasts.

On the other side, Lian Ruomeng raised the dragon whip in her hand and flipped her wrist.

Smack!

A few whip shadows flickered, and several Xuan Qi palm prints were disintegrated in an instant.

Bang bang!

The four stitching behemoths were crushed under the strength of the layers of purple cloud palms.

More than a dozen Holy Sons and Holy Maidens had been fighting for a long time, and the four stitched giant beasts that were difficult to defeat were not the opponents of the Great Elder's palm.

Mo Qingyu, who was on the side, was dumbfounded, the peak powerhouse of the Yunhai Realm was so terrifying!