These round balls with the power of immortals were all prepared by Ren Hanyue for the Venerable Yuan Mo, as the only person who could deal with the Demon Lord with Park Xuan Zhenjun, the Venerable Yuan Mo needed enough killer weapons.

The wooden crested hairpin was also temporarily lent to Master Yuan Mo by Ren Hanyue, and the wooden crested hairpin that had been nurtured in her dantian for more than 90 years restored its original appearance, and the originally ignorant instrument spirit was gradually able to clearly express its joy and anger.

Besides, Park Hyun Zhenjun, he hasn't made any preparations all these years.

Using the various rare materials obtained in the Immortal Mansion, Park Xuan Zhenjun re-refined his natal magic weapon, and also prepared a lot of good things to deal with the Demon Lord.

They were two against one, and although it was a little harder, they couldn't please the Demon Lord for a while.

The Venerable Master knew that she and Park Xuan Zhenjun would not be able to defeat the Demon Lord, so she made up her mind to fight hard from the very beginning.

Anyway, she only has a trace of divine thought left, and if she can severely damage the Demon Lord and create an opportunity for Park Xuan Zhenjun to destroy him, it is not a pity for the Venerable Master to feel that he has let this divine thought dissipate.

In order to maximize the power of his sacrifice, the Venerable Master took the opportunity to support Park Xuan Zhenjun after the second move with the Demon Monarch, so that the Demon Emperor thought that she was to save Park Xuan Zhenjun and gave him a chance to take advantage of.

Although the Demon Lord was always vigilant, the opportunity to severely damage the Venerable Master was too rare, and before he could think about it carefully, his hands were already as if he had his own consciousness, and he launched an attack on the Venerable Master with the principle of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The Venerable Master tried to hide, but the four-legged Fang Ding of the Demon Lord still hit her left shoulder.

When the black mist spread, the wooden crested hairpin in the hand of the Venerable Yuan Mo also attacked the four-legged square tripod of the Demon Lord at the same time.

Ignoring the black mist's erosion of her body, the Venerable Master Yuan Mo held the Ding firmly in both hands to ensure that the wooden crested hairpin could accurately hit the opponent's vital point.

The power of the fairy spirit in the wooden crested hairpin was all released, and the fist-sized round ball that Ren Hanyue had prepared for her was also thrown into the four-legged square tripod by her.

Although this slightly rough method of use will inevitably waste a small part of the power of the fairies, it is undoubtedly more effective than using it little by little.

The Demon Lord didn't expect that Master Yuan Mo would give priority to dealing with the four-legged square tripod, until the thick black demonic qi that was entwining the tripod suddenly began to fade, and the Demon Lord hurriedly wanted to take back his natal magic weapon.

However, as soon as she came up, she began to work desperately, but she refused to let go, she used all the power stored in her divine thoughts, and desperately dominated Na Ding, competing with the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord originally had the upper hand, but now he didn't have his own demon body at all, and as the demonic energy on the tripod gradually faded, the Demon Lord who lived in the four-legged square tripod inevitably began to feel that his strength was draining.

Under the advantages of this and the other, he had no way to snatch back his natal magic weapon from the hands of the Venerable Master Yuanmo.

And there's something worse than that—as Nading continues to weaken, the Demon Lord gradually begins to lose control of his body.

His body began to shrink, his face began to change towards infancy, and soon, his body and half of his cheeks were all transformed into a chotei (a four-legged instrumental spirit).

Machitei apparently did not have the endurance of his master, and as soon as he appeared, he began to jump on his toes and cry out in pain.

So, everyone saw that half of the face of a little doll who looked to be only three or four years old was mature and handsome, and the other half of his face was immature and distorted.

The distortion was due to pain, and the feeling of being purified was tantamount to skinning and cramping, knocking bones and sucking the marrow for a demon cultivator or a magic weapon, and Machitei almost immediately remembered the inhuman torture he had experienced tens of thousands of years ago when his master had fought with the Venerable Master Mimo.

Those terrible memories made him retreat, but the Demon Lord refused to retreat because he saw through the Venerable Master Yuan Mo was overdrawing himself.

Machitei did not dare to rebel against his master, so he could only resign himself to his fate with a long string of tears.

It wasn't until the four-legged square tripod's demonic qi was absorbed that the town felt better.

He raised his hazy teary eyes to look at his own body, and then found that the figure of the Venerable Yuan Mo had become extremely faint.

The town knew that this must be what his master said, and that it was time for the master to run out of water, and when he thought that he was about to get rid of the potential threat posed by the master forever, the town pavilion couldn't even care about the pain from his body.

He was about to manipulate his body to deliver the final blow to the Venerable Master, but his master, the Demon Lord, suddenly controlled his demon body and retreated a long distance.

Only then did the town realize that the sloppy old man who had been with the Venerable Master had launched a surprise attack on the body he shared with the Demon Lord.

Even though its body has weakened to this point, the town pavilion still doesn't take Park Hyun Jin-jun seriously.

In his opinion, Park Xuan Zhenjun is just a bad old man who helps the Venerable Master Yuanmo, and he does not pose a threat to him or the Demon Lord at all.

But what he didn't expect was that this bad old man was even more difficult than the Venerable Master Mimo.

Although Master Yuan Mo, who had been desperate as soon as she came up, had caused a lot of damage to their master and servant, her divine thoughts quickly dissipated after all.

And Park Xuan, who was disliked by the town pavilion, was like a little strong who couldn't be killed, with the help of Ren Hanyue, who had a murderous face but shed tears, and Ren Hantang, who had an iceberg face but grief in his eyes, he entangled the Demon Lord and the town pavilion.

The wooden crested hairpin that had been given to Ren Hanyue by the Venerable Master Yuan Mo continued to absorb the four-legged square tripod's demonic qi under Ren Hanyue's control, and Ren Hanyue could feel it, every time she took a breath of demonic qi, the spirit of the wooden crested hairpin would convey a suspicious joy to her.

Ren Hantang stayed on the periphery, using the innate spirit treasure divine fan given to him by the ancestors of the Ren family to support Pu Xuan Zhenjun and Ren Hanyue.

His divine fan is an innate spirit treasure with both flying and attacking functions, the fan is made of white feathers and blue spirit jade, and the fan pendant is replaced by a string of silver soul bells strung with celestial silk.

Originally, with Ren Hantang's strength, the dementor bell he controlled couldn't help the Demon Lord and the Pavilion at all, but who made the Demon Lord of the Nightmare now have no demon body of his own at all, and the body of the Pavilion has been hit hard.

Their weaknesses are clear and their strength has been greatly reduced, and Ren Hantang naturally has a hole to exploit.