Nangong Yurou's figure galloped towards the top of the mountain, not caring about whether there was any danger in the surrounding obstacles.

And the people behind her followed closely behind, chasing after her.

This woman's appearance has aroused some evil thoughts in everyone's hearts, and with the urging of obstacles entering the body, this evil thoughts are becoming more and more difficult to control.

The main thing is that you can also take this opportunity to find a way out to the top of the mountain, which is the best of both worlds, so why not do it.

In a moment, Nangong Yurou had already reached a height of 80,000 zhang, and she did not hesitate to gallop towards 90,000 zhang.

Although the surrounding obstacle is increasing in intensity, and the black qi on his face is becoming more and more dense, but at the critical moment, it has long been impossible to take care of this.

"Hula!"

The sturdy young man was the fastest, and with a wave of his hand, a huge crystal fist condensed by mana blasted towards Nangong Yurou's back.

Nangong Yurou knew that if she dodged by herself, she would inevitably be surrounded by everyone.

With a bite of his silver teeth, he offered the silk scarf in his hand behind him.

A silk scarf is like an open canvas.

"Bang!"

A huge fist slammed into the silk scarf, pushing the silk scarf out of an exaggerated fist print shape, and the sound was like a drum.

Nangong Yurou's body staggered, and she opened her mouth again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

But she didn't dare to stop, and after taking back the silk scarf, she continued to go up.

At this time, most of the spells in the hands of the rest of the people were winding or bonding.

As soon as Nangong Yurou's front foot was raised, the back foot spell would fall, and if she slowed down, she would inevitably be doomed.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, and the last white bead in his palm had melted and was divided into black and white.

And in the jade bowl in front of him, there was already a fist-sized mass of pitch-black liquid.

These are the results of his efforts in the past month.

As long as the last bead is refined, the qi of the demon soul in the jade bowl is completely enough for him to carve a formation diagram on his body.

"Woo Woo Woo!"

The white liquid continued to evaporate, and the black liquid the size of a fingernail was finally revealed.

Seeing this, a look of joy that could not be concealed appeared on Dongfang Mo's face.

But just as he was about to finish his last step, his ears suddenly trembled.

Then he looked in a certain direction of Bone Mountain, and his expression changed slightly.

When I rolled my eyes, it was like I thought of something. The mana in his hand suddenly agitated, speeding up the refining speed.

"Boom!"

After just a few breaths, when Dongfang Mo's action was about to close, he saw a petite figure being thrown up from a certain position in the bone mountain.

Coincidentally, the position where this figure fell was just smashing down on his head.

"Look for death!"

Dongfang Mo was at the last critical moment, at most two more breaths, he would be able to refine the last remnant soul bead.

But this figure fell from the sky, and it seemed that it had been smashed, and it was even very likely to knock over the jade bowl in front of him.

If so, the nearly month-long effort will be in vain.

So he suddenly raised his head, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes. His index and middle fingers were pressed together, and he suddenly pointed in front of him.

"Click!"

An arm-thick vine rose from the ground from the dry bones, writhing like a strange black snake, tearing through the air, and tightly wrapping the figure in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

Dongfang Mo's sacrificial refining was interrupted, which made him angry in his heart, and it was with that violent mood that began to gradually climb.

At this time, the wrist turned, and the figure wrapped around the vine was about to be cut in two.

But when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of this person's face, he exclaimed.

"Nangong Niangpi!"

Suddenly, the violent mood was like being poured with a basin of cold water.

He didn't expect this person to be Nangong Yurou, but at this time, her face was pale, and there was a wisp of red blood hanging on the corner of her mouth. His breath was empty, and he was obviously not lightly injured.

Dongfang Mo flicked his wrist, and the tightened vines suddenly relaxed, rolling her figure in mid-air, and then pulled it into his arms.

At the same time only listen to the "wave!" "A bang.

The remnant soul bead in front of him, which had not yet completed the sacrifice, suddenly shattered.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand, smashed the bead into pieces, and then smashed the residual liquid poured out, and then clasped the jade bowl with his palm, so as not to affect the pure demon soul qi in it.

With a wave of his hand, he put away the jade bowl.

Although he lost the last remnant soul bead, the ones he prepared before were far enough.

Yes, Dongfang Mo is not very heartbroken.

And Nangong Yurou, who was in her arms, found that she was hit by a blow and fell into a man's arms. A trace of murderous intent flashed on his face, and with one stretch of his five fingers, he used his palm as a knife and instantly cut at Dongfang Mo's neck.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and his palm shot out, pinching her small wrist.

"It's me!"

looked at her even more, with a warm and angry look.

"East ...... Oriental ink! ”

Nangong Yurou was stunned at first, but when she saw that it was Dongfang Mo, she immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Nangong Niangpi, you don't recognize me if you haven't seen me for a long time."

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth were raised, and he looked joking.

"What do you call me?"

Hearing this, Nangong Yurou's whole pretty face turned cold, and she looked at him with an angry face.

"Ahem...... I mean, Senior Sister Nangong hasn't seen her for many days, why is she so embarrassed. ”

"Humph......"

Nangong Yurou snorted coldly, and just as she was about to say something, she saw more than ten figures suddenly rushing up.

Among them, a sturdy young man is the fastest.

When everyone climbed to the top of the mountain, they saw that there was a little Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, and the beautiful girl was lying quietly in his arms, and his eyes all showed angry looks.

And when he felt that this little Taoist cultivator was only in the late stage of the ninth order, his anger suddenly turned into a murderous machine.

"Look for death!"

The sturdy young man's expression was hideous, and his body was like a gust of wind, whistling.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and hundreds of wooden swords shot out with a wave of his hand.

"Woohoo!"

Suddenly, the sturdy young man's body froze, and at the same time, his fists waved, turning into dozens of afterimages, which fell on the wooden sword one after another.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the wooden sword being exploded rang out.

It wasn't until a few breaths later, when the last wooden sword was shattered by his punch, that the stout young man's figure staggered back and took three steps back.

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth raised, and he could naturally see the strength of this person in the middle stage of foundation building. Judging from the black aura on his face, I am afraid that he has been staying on the bone mountain for the past few months, and he has already been immersed in his body by obstacles, and it is difficult to say whether half of his strength can be exerted, so he will naturally not be afraid of him.

At this point, the sturdy young man finally calmed down a little, looked at Dongfang Mo, and a trace of jealousy appeared in his eyes.

But after a while, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, and then he showed a look of ecstasy, and said:

"Boy, you don't even have the slightest obstacle in your body, tell me how you did it, otherwise, die!"

Hearing this, the rest of the people finally reflected, looking at Dongfang Mo, with a blazing light in their eyes.

It was as if this person could give them hope of survival.

For the sturdy young man, as well as the fiery appearance of everyone's eyes, Dongfang Mo didn't even take a second look, but looked at Nangong Yujudo:

"But these people hurt you?"

For some reason, looking at his sharp eyes, Nangong Yurou felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

She blushed, bit her lip at the moment, and nodded.

"Stinky Taoist, you are a mud bodhisattva who crosses the river and it is difficult to protect yourself, so it is difficult to be a hero and save the beauty. Tell you, if you don't hand over the method of clearing the obstacle today, and the little lady, otherwise your life will be worse than death. ”

The eyes of the sturdy young man burst with murderous intent.

The words fell, and the rest of the people stepped forward one after another, faintly surrounding him.

In this regard, Dongfang Mo still turned a deaf ear. Instead, he looked down at Nangong Yurou, although she was green, she had already revealed an earth-shattering appearance, and said with a wicked smile on her face:

"Nangong Niangpi, the grace to save you today, except for the promise of your body, Xiaodao will not accept anything else."

Tasting the meaning of his words, Nangong Yurou was already too ashamed, where would he care about his rude name for himself.

And the next moment, I saw Dongfang Mo raise his head and look at everyone, his eyes were already full of violent murderous aura.