"Click!"

In an instant, five black dead branches like steel bars suddenly drilled out of the immortal roots, and in just an instant, the dead branches turned into five hideous fingers and grabbed towards the Yin Yin Body.

Yin Yan's complexion changed, and his body swayed, moving three feet horizontally.

But the speed of the dead branch was too fast, and the five fingers slashed, and I saw that the clothes around his waist had been scratched open, and five shallow blood marks appeared on his skin.

"Woohoo!"

The remaining power of the five fingers tore the air into a scratching sound.

"It's dangerous!"

A hint of horror flashed in Yin Yin's eyes, if Fang had just slowed down, he would definitely end up seriously injured.

And Dongfang Mo saw that the blow missed, so he waved his arm.

The fingers turned into dead branches came together into a huge palm, and slammed into the gloom three feet away.

Yin almost suffered a loss before, how dare he let him get close, only to see the oil-paper umbrella in his hand move forward.

"Bang!"

Slap your palms on the surface of the umbrella.

Yin Yin only felt a terrifying force coming from the handle of the umbrella.

The next moment, its figure flew out, landed in the distance, staggered back seven or eight steps, and then stood firm.

So he looked at the immortal root in Dongfang Mo's hand with great surprise in his eyes, and said in surprise:

"Magic weapon?"

"Humph!"

A blow forced Yin Yin to retreat, but Dongfang Mo ignored him.

Looking at the insect cloud that pounced on him again, he snorted coldly, pulled his hand, and the palm of the withered branch suddenly retracted, and slapped wildly at the insect cloud.

Just heard a crackling sound, countless tiny insects were scattered and flew out dozens of feet.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo looked at Yin Yan with a cold expression.

Immortal Root has tried it since he was awakened by that array of spirits in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and if it is combined with his wood spirit power, it can be directly used as a magic weapon, and the magic power is weird, and the power is extremely great.

The reason why he didn't use it before was because he was afraid that others would recognize it.

If people know that he has an immortal root, he is not guilty, and if he can't keep this thing, he may lose his life.

But now the situation is special, and I can't take care of it so much.

"Even if you have a magic weapon in your hand, do you think you can escape today!"

Yin Yan stood up, looked at Dongfang Mo and pouted.

In his opinion, the tree root in Dongfang Mo's hand should also be a magic weapon, but as long as there is a bone-eating silkworm in his hand, he is not afraid of even a magic weapon.

Then he picked up the wooden whistle and put it to his lips again.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression changed.

"You go kill him, I'll stop these bugs for you."

But at this moment, the voice of the soap-robed boy suddenly sounded.

Dongfang Mo turned around and saw that the soap-robed boy had already pounced on those scattered insect clouds, still in the air, so he grabbed a handful of black talismans and threw them at the insect clouds.

As soon as the insect cloud gathered and flew up, it was instantly drowned in a cold black flame.

However, the black talisman that even the monks in the foundation building period should not be underestimated, fell on the insect cloud, and those insects seemed to be fine, but instead stimulated their own ferocity and pounced on the soap-robed boy.

Seeing this, the soap-robed boy threw the jade Ruyi in his hand, and the jade Ruyi rose in the air and turned into a huge one.

At the same time, as soon as his figure was flowered, he sat on top of Yu Ruyi, his eyes closed, and he pinched the trick in his hand.

Suddenly, Jade Ruyi inspires a pillar of white light, imprisoning all the insect clouds.

Seeing this, the wooden whistle in the mouth of the Yin Mourner blew and made a high-pitched sound.

The insect cloud hummed and gnawed towards the pillar of light.

But let it continue to gnaw, it can't be broken in a short time, you know, that jade Ruyi is a genuine top-level magic weapon.

Seeing this, Yin Yan's face finally became ugly.

Dongfang Mo looked at the immortal root in his hand, and then looked at the soap-robed boy, and had a guess as to why the soap-robed boy suddenly made a move.

But this was not the time to think about this, and I saw him suddenly turn around and look at the gloom.

In the stunned gaze of Yin Death, with a single injection of his mana, the two-foot-long immortal root in his hand instantly grew and turned into a human height.

It was like a strange wooden staff, held in his hand.

Seeing this, Yin Yin no longer hesitated, and suddenly raised the oil-paper umbrella, and at the same time, the umbrella surface was facing Dongfang Mo, constantly rotating.

Suddenly, tiny white dots appeared on the oiled paper.

The next moment, the white dots burst out.

If you look closely, these are dense silver needles.

The silver needle pierced the air, blinking an eye.

Dongfang Mo didn't panic, only to see him stomp the wooden staff in his hand to the ground.

"Bang!"

A strong spiritual pressure turned into a wave and spread out from the soles of its feet.

In front of him, a heavy wooden hedge rises from the ground.

"Chop chop!"

There was a dense sound, and it turned out to be countless silver needles piercing the hedge, but it was only three points in, and it was not allowed to enter.

Yin Yan's eyes were surprised, you must know that the thing in his hand is a high-level magic weapon that integrates attack and defense, but he didn't expect that the fierce attack in the past would be easily blocked.

So he put the wooden whistle in his mouth and blew it hard again.

At this time, the strength of the insect cloud bite accelerated by three points.

But looking ahead, a figure suddenly came out of the hedge, it was Dongfang Mo.

The wooden staff in his hand was raised high and smashed down on the head of the Shadow.

Feeling the astonishing oppression, Yin Di's expression changed, and at this time, he raised the oiled paper fan in his hand to the top of his head, and suddenly a layer of black light appeared on the umbrella surface.

"Bang!"

The wooden staff pressed hard against the oil-paper umbrella, swinging a strong wood spiritual power.

I saw Yin's body sink downward, and he suddenly sank into the earth below his knees.

I only felt the breath rolling in my body, and I spit out a mouthful of hot blood when I opened my mouth.

It turned out to be this blow that affected the injuries in his body.

When the wooden stick smashed on the oil-paper umbrella, hideous dead branches drilled out of it again, like a barb, instantly locking the oil-paper umbrella.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo let out a low sigh.

He wheeled up the wooden staff, held it in the air with the Yin Dead, and slammed it the ground.

Yin Yin was shocked, his wrist flicked, and he saw that the oil-paper umbrella suddenly closed, turning into a short stick, and instantly broke free from the shackles of the wooden staff.

At the same time, a black light unexpectedly shot out from the tip of the umbrella, attacking towards the Dongfang ink door.

Its body soared into the air with the help of force, flipped several times, and landed on the ground with great lightness.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he saw that the black light had pierced the front door, and his figure suddenly shifted at this time.

"Whew!"

The black light almost crossed his neck. Although the blow missed, the speed did not decrease, and it disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Dongfang Mo was shocked into a cold sweat, and from beginning to end, he didn't see clearly what was in the black light.

Seeing this, Yin Yan leaned the oil-paper umbrella on his shoulder, twisted his waist, and walked towards the lotus step in front of him.

Immediately, the short stick in his hand was thrust into the ground, and then it was flirted!

"Rustle!"

I saw that from his feet, a dirt bag suddenly bulged out.

There seemed to be something in the dirt bag, and it was drilling towards Dongfang Mo from the ground.

When he was still a zhang away from Dongfang Mo, a bead the size of a human head suddenly shot out of the dirt bag and smashed towards him.

This thing is the natal weapon of the Yin Death.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and the wooden staff in his hand was raised, and he stabbed at the beads!

"Ding!"

Instantly pierced in the middle of the bead.

Suddenly, a huge force came, and its body was pushed backwards by the beads.

The soles of his feet rubbed the ground into two deep marks.

As Yin Yin continued to pinch the trick, the power coming from the beads became bigger and bigger, and Dongfang Mo frowned.

So the figure of a flower, instantly avoided, no longer resisted.

Seeing this, a smug smile appeared on Yin Yin's face.

I saw that his hands moved faster.

The pitch-black bead suddenly increased in speed and continued to smash forward.

And looking at its direction, it turned out to be a soap-robed boy.

"Not good!"

Dongfang Mo was fooled.

But by the time he reacted, it was too late.

I saw that the bead instantly smashed under the soap-robed boy, on the pillar of light that imprisoned the insect cloud.

The pillar of light trembled, and the cloud of insects buzzed loudly and began to struggle violently.

The soap-robed boy was originally concentrating on imprisoning the insect cloud under him, but he didn't expect that this insect seemed to have infinite potential, and the struggle was getting stronger and stronger, even he was a little struggling.

At this time, coupled with the sudden blow of Yin Yin, the pillar of light almost collapsed.

Just when Yin Yin smiled proudly, he suddenly felt a few soft sounds under his feet and looked down.

But he found that the rattan with the thickness of an arm around his body drilled out, like a snake, and the next moment it was woven into a large net to cover him.

At the critical moment, the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was stretched out, blocking in front of him, and his body twisted, turning into an afterimage, and crashed into the big net.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the net was knocked open by a gap.

"Poof!"

But at this time, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

After a violent movement, his injuries became more and more serious.

It seems that it is a little impossible to keep these two people today.

So he raised his eyebrows and said:

"It's not bad to be able to use wood spirit power to this extent."

He had never heard of such a number one person in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

But Dongfang Mo didn't answer, and when he raised the wooden staff in his hand, he was about to make a move.

Seeing this, Yin Yan no longer hesitated, and suddenly rushed towards the soap-robed boy.

And seeing the Yin Death coming, the soap-robed boy's expression changed slightly, and he saw that he reached out and grabbed a dagger and slashed at the Yin Death.

Yin Yin knew that if he didn't block this blow, it would be difficult to recover the Bone Devouring Silkworm, so with a wave of his arm, the bead the size of a human head rose up.

"Ding!"

The bead hit the blade, and the gap cracked a little more.

However, this time he was prepared, not in a hurry, but still within the scope of bearing.

Just a pale face, he blocked the blow.

I saw him smile weirdly, and at the same time bit the tip of his tongue, put the wooden whistle in his mouth and blew it,

"Chirp!"

A blood-colored sound wave rippled from the wooden whistle, instantly stirring in the center of the insect cloud.

Worm Cloud was suddenly as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and struggled frantically.

"Wave!" With a soft sound, the pillar of light was devoured.

The moment he rushed out, he turned into a pair of black wings, suspended behind the gloom.

Immediately, with a flap of its wings, the Yin Yin galloped away into the distance.

But at this moment, a howl piercing the air came from behind him, and it turned out to be a rattan that suddenly drilled through, and with lightning speed, it pierced into the waist of the Yin Death.

At this time, Dongfang Mo pulled the wooden staff in his hand, wanting to pull the Yin Death back.

"Poof!"

But the next moment, I only felt a light in my hand, and when the rattan was rolled back, only some blood was left at the tip.

And the figure of Yin Yin is already dozens of feet away.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's body moved, turned into a misty blue light, and unfolded the Mu Dun technique to the extreme and chased it over.

This worm is so against the sky, how can he let this person escape easily.

But when he saw the Yin Clan who was caught in the insect cloud, the speed was even a few points faster than the previous Blood Clan monk in the foundation building period.

After chasing for dozens of miles, he lost his trace, and then stopped in great annoyance.

After a while, the soap-robed boy also stood beside him.

However, his gaze was intentionally or unintentionally at the wooden staff in his hand.