I don't particularly know what the mystery of the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate is, but the Grimace Bodhisattva and Mo Ran in front of me are not in a good situation.

Even though it is a small silver needle, it can't sense any fluctuations, but it has such a strange power.

For Mo Ran's slightly threatening words, the Grimace Bodhisattva turned a deaf ear.

It still pulled the silver needles out of itself one by one.

As in the beginning, each needle was removed, and both of them suffered a lot.

Neither of them moved. Even if the enemy showed a big flaw, he didn't have the ability to attack, and he was forced to fight until the Grimace Bodhisattva pulled out the needle almost.

And it finally said a word.

"Hehe, the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate really deserves its reputation, and fortunately, you haven't practiced it yet, so if you really practice one more 'needle', you will be stabbed like this. I'm afraid I'm going to give my life here. "

There are more than a dozen silver needles that Mo Ran sacrificed just now, and the thirteen needles of this ghost gate are not only thirteen needles, the "needles" mentioned here are a kind of realm and level.

The grimace bodhisattva's condensed body had become very light. It looks like a normal ghost.

After Mo Ran heard this, his body shook, and he didn't know if he was angry, or he couldn't help it, so he directly sprayed a mouthful of blood.

His complexion, which was originally normal, turned pale in an instant.

With blood in his mouth, he glared at the Grimace Bodhisattva, and his voice became slurred: "You can forcibly pull out the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate and protect your origin, and your Taoism is definitely above a thousand years, even comparable to the ancestor of my Mo family." "

The Grimace Bodhisattva sneered gloomily: "Hehe, even if it's your Mo family's ancestor, I don't look at it." "

The words fell, and another silver needle was pulled out of his hand.

This was also the last silver needle, and the moment it fell from its hand to the ground, all the needles that had been thrown down just now turned into nothingness, as if they had never appeared.

At this time, Mo Fang rushed up to support his father.

"Father, are you okay?!" Mo Fang was also a little flustered.

He probably didn't see his father do that very often. The backer he relied on has fallen, and he can't be arrogant anymore.

Mo Ran shook his head and replied softly: "It's okay for my father, it's just a little backlash from the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, it's okay, just take a rest." "

Mo Fang said again: "I'll send a signal now, ask the ancestor to go out of the customs and come and take down the two of them." "

He also took out a special jade pendant in his hand.

I was shocked, I was really afraid that he would call the ancestor of the Mo family. At that time, in the current state of the Grimace Bodhisattva, we will really be in danger.

It's just that Mo Ran stopped him.

"Nonsense!" He shouted, "Father is in retreat, and he has already told him that there is nothing particularly important, and he must not be allowed to get out of the customs, just these two guys, do you still need him to go out of the mountain." "

"But you..."

Mo Fang's words were interrupted.

"You push to the back, for the Father has his own way of dealing with them." Mo Ran looked seriously injured, but he was still very sure.

I saw him staring at the Grimace Bodhisattva, and then sacrificed the black big seal. The Great Seal flew up into the sky and hovered over the head of the Grimace Bodhisattva.

And the body of the Grimace Bodhisattva still flew up with the word "swastika" just now.

This time, the black seal did not fall directly, and the pattern at the bottom of the seal was transformed into a condensed image under the special power, like a brand, towards the black "swastika".

"Little trick!"

The grimace Bodhisattva sneered, and before he could make a move, the black "swastika" in mid-air blocked the pattern at the bottom of the big seal.

I also thought that Mo Ran was useless.

At this time, Mo Ran's eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked over the grimace Bodhisattva and looked at me, his eyes were like a sword, leading my heart to tremble, and I felt bad.

"Chen Ping'an. See where you're going?! "

A dark shadow flew out of him and came at me.

His goal is me!

Just now it was just to make the Grimace Bodhisattva have no time to clone.

This battle has reached this point, and Mo Ran himself knows very well that he can't please the Grimace Bodhisattva.

The Ghost Face Bodhisattva's path is higher than his. Just now, I just didn't understand the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, so I caught the way, and after it rested a little, it was Mo Ran's death.

So he just wants to take advantage of this opportunity to catch me, and then leave, and the Grimace Bodhisattva can't do anything.

I also had injuries on my body, plus I didn't expect this to happen. I figured this out in my heart, and it was too late to dodge.

I can only subconsciously raise my arm, automatically condense the power in my body, and try my best to resist this flying thing.

I didn't see exactly what it was, but I vaguely saw that it was a palm-sized flake, as if it were some kind of sharp blade.

In the midst of the lightning, a black shadow came to me and struck me without hindrance.

Some kind of sharp blade indeed. It was very sharp, and it pierced directly through the power I had condensed, cut through my palm, and entered my flesh and blood.

The pain hit me, and the nerves in my whole body tightened.

At one point, I don't know what was going on, there was an unusually burning heat behind me, as if someone had put a red-hot soldering iron on my back.

A slight inexplicable voice came from behind his ears, and a black shadow flashed.

I didn't see exactly what was going on, but it was a very strange moment anyway.

Without waiting for anyone to react, it's all over again.