"Bang"

The woman fell heavily into the pit, and the crystal bottle fell immediately.

And at this moment, the more than ten monks with dead qi screamed in unison, and their bodies melted, turning into pools of yellow water.

"Boom"

Furious, he rushed to the top of the corpse pool from below.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a drop of crystal clear liquid shoot out, and the thick corpse aura made me tremble.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered Zhang Ruyue.

Subconsciously, I hit a trick and put away the drop.

And here, Ling Xinyue had already used a magic weapon to constantly bombard this prohibition, and this prohibition had already begun to crumble.

At this moment, Ling Xinyue received a message from No. 1, saying that the short and fat monk who chased out had seriously injured No. 3 and No. 4, and had sensed that something was wrong and began to return.

"You evacuate immediately, report to the top, and ask for backup." Ling Xinyue ordered.

"But ......" No. 1 was a little hesitant, no matter how powerful Ling Xinyue was, he was only entering the realm of a seventh-level onmyoji, but it was a ninth-level onmyoji.

"Don't do it, withdraw immediately." Ling Xinyue shouted, as long as she wasn't a grandmaster, she was still confident that she could run if she couldn't beat it.

"Yes, Ling Group, you...... Take care ......" No. 1 finished speaking, and began to evacuate with his teammates.

At this moment, the forbidden magic array shattered, and Ling Xinyue and I rushed out.

But almost at the same time, a blinding light of mana struck from the sky.

"Boom"

The two of them were swept away by the terrifying mana energy, and at this time, a short and fat monk fell to the ground, and the demon pestle in his hand slammed on the ground, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground.

My heart twitched, just feeling the breath of this monk, I had a feeling of a knife brushing my face.

"No, he's not a ninth-level Onmyoji, he's a grandmaster realm." I exclaimed, glanced at Ling Xinyue, shouted in unison, and began to take the initiative to attack.

My ghostly step activated, and my body ghostly circled around the side of the short and fat monk, and the bloody sword came out, the sword was like a sea, and the evil qi was superimposed layer by layer, like thousands of ghosts crying.

At the same time, Ling Xinyue glanced at me in surprise, and my attack made her obviously aware of something.

But at this time, she didn't have time to say anything, she shook the purple soul bell in her left hand, and pulled out the Taishang Spirit Smoke Sword Duel with her right hand, turning into a misty sword rain and stabbing at the upper, middle and lower three ways of the short and fat monk.

The cooperation between us is surprisingly tacit.

The short and fat monk snorted coldly, and the demon pestle in his hand emitted a golden light, and with a wave of his hand, this circle of golden light blocked the deadly attack of the two.

Then, the Demon Descending Pestle suddenly split into two, and a meteor swept towards me and Ling Xinyue.

We hurriedly dodged, and then we heard the terrifying mana explode behind us, and the wave of air swept us straight away.

"Amitabha." The short and fat monk pronounced a Dharma call, and his fan-like hands glowed with spiritual light, and slapped towards the place where the two of them were.

Two huge mana palms appeared in mid-air, slapping towards us like the top of Mount Tai.

As soon as my figure hit the ground, I bounced up, and the ghost step activated, turning into a wisp of light smoke and rushing out, the aftermath of mana swept across my back, and my clothes turned to powder in an instant.

I snorted, and my organs were all gone.

Is this the strength of the Grandmaster Realm? It's scary.

If it is said that the onmyoji of the first to ninth levels are all qi dantian, so that the qi circulates in the body, so that they can use the qi to resist the law.

Then the Grandmaster Realm is a vaporized liquid, with a mass ten times that of ordinary mana, and the density of the muscles, bones, and muscles of the whole body will be several times that of the ninth-level Onmyoji.

The mana strength of the Grandmaster Realm, even if it is the same low-level magic decision, the top powerhouse of the Grandmaster Realm is at least ten times stronger than the power of the ninth-level Onmyoji.

This is no longer a level, because mana has undergone a qualitative metamorphosis.

Ling Xinyue couldn't completely dodge, she let out a snort, the magic weapon on her body flashed, condensed a shield to block it, and got out with a pale face.

"Run." I shouted in a low voice, took Ling Xinyue's hand and ran, the ghost step was used to the extreme, and the mana in my body was constantly squeezed by me, turning into an afterimage and fleeing into the distance.

The Buddha light on the short and fat monk appeared, seeing that Ling Xinyue and I were about to escape, how could he be willing, if he allowed the two high-level onmyoji to get out in front of his own Grandmaster Realm powerhouse, it would really become a big joke in the world.

As soon as the short and fat monk stepped away, he squatted down at his waist, and with a low roar, the demon-descending pestle burned like a meteor with golden flames, shooting towards me and Ling Xinyue.

The surrounding air was burned out in an instant, and it seemed to become a vacuum within a radius of several hundred meters.

I couldn't breathe, and even my mana was cut off.

I turned my head, and a cold snap suddenly rose up my back, and he roared, and the reincarnation ghost step forcibly changed direction, and I heard the unbearable tearing sound of the skeletal muscles.

We strangely changed direction, but the golden demon pestle turned out to be like a heat-seeking missile, and it also changed direction to chase after us.

Seeing that we were about to run away, Ling Xinyue's beautiful eyes flashed, and the purple soul bell suddenly swelled and enveloped us.

Seeing this, I sacrificed all the defensive magic weapons on my body.

The demon-slaying pestle slammed into the purple soul bell, and after a slight pause, the purple soul bell shattered and turned into a piece of shards.

Then, it slammed into my artifact.

"Boom"

The demon-descending pestle exploded, and at the same time, the light of the magic weapon on our body also shattered.

We had just breathed a sigh of relief when we found that the demon-slaying pestle had not dissipated after exploding, but had shrunk in half and continued to bombard.

My pupils shrank sharply, and my powerful spiritual power allowed me to break free from the mana suppression from the Grandmaster Realm, and subconsciously dodge with the Nether Ghost Step.

But at this moment, I found Ling Xinyue standing in place, and the demon pestle slammed into her chest.

My eyes widened, and I gritted my teeth and roared, blocking Ling Xinyue and her back in front of her.

And the golden demon-slaying pestle instantly slammed into my back.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from under the mask, and it happened to spray on Ling Xinyue's pale pretty face, and then fell straight into her arms.

"Qin ......" Ling Xinyue hugged me and shouted in grief, tears welling up in her eyes.

The short and fat monk was about to rush over and finish off the two, but he suddenly felt something, and turned his head unwillingly.

"With ...... Take me away......" I hissed, my face buried in Ling Xinyue's soft chest, to be honest, I was a little refreshed in my heart, but seeing that an Onmyoji was coming, I didn't want to reveal my identity.

Ling Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I was still alive, and took me into the dense woods.

I found a cave, and Ling Xinyue dragged me into it.

"Qin ...... Mao Duoduo ...... "Ling Xinyue first called me by my real name, when an onmyoji is desperate, it is most difficult to hide the original aura, she can determine my identity, but I don't know why, she changed her words again."

When she noticed that I was unconscious, she turned me around and made eye contact with the wound on my back, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

At this time, the best defensive vestment on my back was shattered, revealing the charred wounds inside, and the back blades were exposed.

Ling Xinyue took out a bottle of spiritual liquid, which was refined from several thousand-year-old elixirs, extremely rare and precious, she poured a small half bottle on my wound without any distress, and then took out the unique wound medicine of the Taishang Lingyan Temple and applied it.

Looking at the tragic condition of this wound, Ling Xinyue's nose was sour, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

As if realizing something, she reached out and wiped it from the corner of her eye.

"I'm crying......" Ling Xinyue thought stunned, as if she had cried when I had blocked the fatal blow for her before.

Ling Xinyue took care of my wound in a little panic, took a deep breath, and said to herself: "It's because he saved me, that's why I'm moved, yes, that's it, he is Mao Duoduo, a person who met in Pingshui, he is not Qin Feng, absolutely not!" ”

Making an excuse for herself, Ling Xinyue seemed to be much more relaxed.

I fell asleep for two hours and woke up.

At this time, a pair of Rouyi helped me to sit up, and my consciousness was still in chaos, and I could already smell the unique fragrance of Ling Xinyue's body.

"I'm alive." I felt pain all over my body, especially the wound on my back, like a knife poking at me.

"You're dead." Ling Xinyue sat beside me and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's good to be dead, and there is such a beautiful female ghost as a companion." I laughed.