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Aomulan took the lead, her turquoise eyes glinting, as if she could see at a glance a robe monk who was sticking a jade slip to his forehead and inscribed something.

Immediately, the woman's figure became a flower, and she came to this person ten feet away like a ghost. As soon as Fang appeared, he heard a low shout from his mouth:

"Definitely!"

As the words fell, the woman's right hand stretched out like lightning and pointed at the person.

At this moment, I saw the robed monk holding the jade slip, his body suddenly froze, and the air around him was like molten iron poured, imprisoning him and unable to move.

The robed monk opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Aomagnolia suddenly appearing here, a look of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Humph!"

But listening to his cold snort, the cultivation in the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm broke out in full force.

"Boom!"

An invisible wave of qi set off, making a hunting sound in his robe.

Under the encouragement of the strong mana, his body forcibly twisted, and he was about to break Qing Mulan's spell.

Qing Mulan's face turned pale suddenly, you must know that this person is not something that the previous man in Chinese clothes can compare, with her foundation building period Great Perfection cultivation, even if she wants to imprison this person for a moment, it is obviously a little difficult.

In an instant, the air around the robed monk was torn apart, and there was a "click" sound.

"Huh!"

At the critical moment, a slender figure appeared above this person's head as if teleporting, and it was Dongfang Mo when he looked closely.

As soon as he appeared, Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and Huo Ran opened his mouth and spit out an inconspicuous stone bead.

"Buzz!"

The stone beads grew in the wind and directly turned into a huge one.

This move was also discussed with Aomulan before, so the woman took action to restrain her, and then used his strongest means to meet the head-on attack, so that she had the greatest hope of killing this person with one blow.

As soon as the natal stone came out, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped the robed monk, and with it, a gravity that frightened him.

"Click!"

Feeling the gravity ten times stronger than usual, the robed monk's expression changed drastically, and his legs were directly bent, and showed signs of weakness.

What frightened him even more was that he felt a great life-and-death crisis from the shadow under the cover above his head, which made the cold sweat on his forehead flow down instantly.

The immobilization spell originally cast on Qing Mulan could easily break free with his cultivation, but at this time, coupled with the gravity of the strange stone above his head, his body suddenly fell into a quagmire again, and he couldn't move for a while.

"Poof!"

And in the next breath, the ground within ten zhang of him sank down to a depth of more than a foot.

A howling wind suppressed from top to bottom, causing his already overwhelmed body to tremble slightly.

At this moment, the life-and-death crisis that terrified him was already intense to the extreme.

"Drink!"

At the last moment, he heard a low roar, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, there was an extra black inkstone in his palm.

Immediately, the mana was released like a flood, and all of it was poured into it. As soon as he threw it, the inkstone was suspended above his head, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled to the size of three feet, and it tended to grow larger and larger.

Seeing this scene, a fierce light flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and he stretched out his palm and pressed it violently towards the stone ball under his feet.

"Fall!"

As he gently spat out a word from his mouth, the three-foot-sized inkstone had just risen, and the speed of the stone ball suddenly increased, and it fell with a bang.

"Bang!"

The two collided in an instant, making a loud sound of mountains and rocks colliding.

"Poof!"

At the same time, the robed monk spurted out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard.

"How is that possible!"

At this time, his heart shook wildly, and he couldn't imagine that the Daoist priest in front of him could use the power of this blow with the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, but it was no less than the full force of the Great Perfection Monk of the Ning Dan Realm.

But before he had time to think about it, he saw that after the three-foot inkstone was hit by Dongfang Mo's natal stone, it sank down violently, and was about to smash into his heavenly spirit.

Seeing this, the robed monk's fingers quickly pinched, and with his movements, the blood that had spurted out before seemed to be pulled in mid-air, and under the wriggling, it all merged into the falling inkstone.

"Buzz!"

I saw that the three-foot inkstone trembled, and the tendency to land was paused, and finally it stopped three inches above his head.

At this time, his legs had been bent into a bow, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down his forehead, and his body was trembling wildly, obviously struggling to support.

"Hoo ......"

But even so, he still breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a hint of happy joy.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and he secretly said that this person was really not something that the man in the Chinese costume could compare with before. But then he gritted his teeth, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.

I saw that his five fingers suddenly opened, and the mana in his body was frantically agitated, and he pressed it hard again under him.

"Die!"

As he moved, the robed monk's expression fused, just because he felt the power of the head stone ball above his head more than doubled.

Under the crisis of life and death, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and there was an extra yellow talisman between his fingers, and then he was about to pinch the talisman to burst.

And at this moment, a pink breath, with a refreshing peach blossom fragrance, quietly spread. The moment he inhaled the scent into his nose, a blank look appeared in the robed monk's eyes, and the movements in his hands froze.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the stone ball smashed down with a majestic momentum, and a deafening sound was heard.

Looking at the feet again, the ground shook and the mountains shook, even if Dongfang Mo and Qing Mulan were standing in the air, their bodies also shook.

Looking down, the stone ball under Dongfang Mo's body had disappeared, and where the robed monk was standing before, a deep pit the size of two zhang appeared.

At the edge of the pit, the earth cracked, and many black cracks were grown.

At this time, Dongfang Mo's face was also pale, because of this blow, the mana in his body was drained by nearly half. It is far from being comparable to the previous time when dealing with the dwarf old man.

But he didn't have time to think deeply, and his mana suddenly stirred, and he saw a stone ball in the pit slowly float up, and finally gradually shrunk, and was grabbed by him in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, the two of them reached out almost at the same time and swept towards the deep pit.

In the next breath, even though Aomulan had expected it, she still showed a touch of shock.

In the pit, the robed monk had turned into a puddle of bloody flesh. Unexpectedly, with this person's cultivation in the late stage of the Ning Dan Realm, under the blow of the Dongfang Moben Natal Weapon, he also did not have the slightest power to resist. Although there are reasons why he interfered with his own actions, which made this person unable to use more powerful means to defend, he could still see how fearful Dongfang Mo's strength was.

Dongfang Mo didn't know what this woman was thinking, and with a happy expression, his figure suddenly blossomed, and he rushed directly into the big pit with a depth of dozens of zhang, but his figure flashed again between breaths.

However, at this time, he had already put away the inkstone artifact of the robed monk, and as for the other things on this person's body, including the storage bag, they were all shattered under the smash of his natal stone.

"Huh...... Who......"

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