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At this moment, he had already left his promise to Aomulan behind, and only wanted to get out as soon as possible.

However, when he felt a fierce aura behind him, he chased after him relentlessly, and got closer and closer. He no longer hesitated, and reached out with his left hand to begin pinching.

As he fell, the dense branches stretched out like living creatures and turned into dancing vines as they writhed.

The vines intertwined, forming a dense web behind him.

"Click!"

Sharp wooden thorns came out, making the web of vines look extremely hideous.

Seeing this scene, the old man behind him frowned slightly, and in the next moment, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

I saw that the index finger of his right hand stretched out, and under the encouragement of mana, a red point of light suddenly lit up on his fingertips.

The next moment, the person's eyes flashed, and he whispered:

"Hurry!"

When the words fell, with a "boom", the red light points on his fingertips suddenly shot out, like a slender red pillar of light.

"Whew!"

At the same time, the network of vines in front of the old man was completely vulnerable, and the moment it was touched by the pillar of light, it all burst into flames, turning into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.

And the red pillar of light was castrated, and it attacked directly towards Dongfang Mohou's heart, and it was about to submerge into his body.

Dongfang Mo turned around violently, looked at the red pillar of light that was attacking him, his pupils shrank, and then his right hand stretched out, and his wrist turned.

"Huh!"

The silver-white whisk stretched again and jerked towards the front.

Not only that, the fingers of his free left hand pinched, and a cloud of inky vitality instantly merged into the immortal root. The power of this pumping has directly increased by three percent.

"Bang!"

In just a breath, the silvery-white whisks and red pillars of light exploded together.

Hearing only a muffled sound, the whisk immediately exploded and became scattered.

And Dongfang Mo's face changed again, and his body shot backwards as if he had been hit hard.

Seeing this, the corners of the old man's mouth lifted, and his figure disappeared abruptly, and he reappeared and had approached him, and his index point was a little towards him.

"Sting!"

Although the red pillar of light on his fingertips became lighter under the smoking of the Dongfang ink, it still carried a fierce aura, slashing down at his Heavenly Spirit from top to bottom.

As soon as Dongfang Mo gained a firm foothold, he felt a strong crisis descending from the sky. When he looked up suddenly, he saw that the red pillar of light was like a sharp blade unsheathed, less than three feet above his head.

At this point, his arm jerked up.

"Whew!"

A black glow burst out of its cuffs.

With a "snap", it quickly and fiercely pumped on the pillar of light that came from it.

It was still a terrifying force, but Dongfang Mo had already taken precautions against this, and the power of his body was agitated, and his body was already standing firm with a slight shake.

Looking at the red pillar of light again, it was pulled away from his direction a little, and it almost fell close to his side, slashing at the ground under his feet.

"Poof".

A thin crack was cut out of the ground, and at the same time, the red pillar of light finally collapsed, turning into a faint spiritual light.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Seeing this, the old man's sudden figure paused, and he looked at Dongfang Mo even more surprised.

Dongfang Moze's arm shook, and the black whip on the cuff was quietly retracted by him and wrapped around his arm again.

At this time, looking at the seventy-year-old man standing not far from him, a thick fear appeared on his face, and then his figure blossomed again, and after he used the Mu Dun technique to the extreme, he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Do you think you can run away!"

At this time, the old man sneered and chased after him.

Now that Dongfang Mo Xiu has reached the late stage of foundation building, his physical body has undergone the transformation of the soul restoration technique, so he exerts the power of the technique, which is at least nearly half stronger than before.

Therefore, although the technique of Mu Dun is not as fast as the speed of directly reaching the realm of returning to the Pu after the spiritual root mutation, it is almost the same.

But even so, when he faced the old man of the Great Consummation of the Ning Dan Realm behind him, he still seemed powerless, and the distance between him and this person was slowly narrowing.

So he didn't dare to have any reservations, only to see his fingers pinch, and between his fingers, an inky cloud of vitality emerged.

"Wave!"

After pinching and bursting the vitality, pieces of ink-colored aura melted into his body.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, his speed increased again, and he was about to compete with the old man, and the distance between the two of them was always about 100 zhang.

The seventy-year-old man behind him had a jump, he couldn't imagine that the Taoist priest in front of him was only a foundation building stage cultivator, not only able to block his two blows, but also the speed was simply incredible, almost not below him.

However, his murderous intent against Dongfang Mo was already extremely strong, so it was naturally impossible to let him go.

Because of the coincidence of this trip, he and the other three Xuanji Sect elders accidentally discovered this formation that appeared in the Qingling Ancient Site.

You must know that the Xuanji Gate specializes in formations, and has unique insights into various formations in the world. However, when he discovered this formation, he couldn't help frowning. He had never seen this before, so he began to study it. And the more he studied this formation, the more he felt that this formation was a bit like a legendary and unpredictable formation, called the Great Formation of Stealing the Sky and the Sun.

If he could study this formation thoroughly, then there would be an unprecedented improvement in his attainments in the formation together, and it would even be possible for his state of mind to sublimate, and even directly break through his current cultivation bottleneck.

Therefore, this array must not be exposed.

Although I don't know who the two Dongfang Mo duo who suddenly appeared here are, or if there are other conspirators, the news of the formation appearing here has been spread out first. But for now, as long as these two juniors are caught, everything will be known.

can see that Dongfang Mo's speed in front of him is almost not up or down with him, and his face immediately becomes extremely ugly.

And Dongfang Mo saw that the old man had not caught up with him for the time being, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, he suddenly probed his divine sense, and in an instant he found that Qing Mulan, who was dozens of miles away, was fighting the gray-haired robed monk.

The figures of the two were shrouded in a pink glow, and the glow rolled from time to time, and there were bursts of violent mana fluctuations, and it seemed that the battle would not end for a while.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo glanced at the old man behind him with an ugly face, and then his fingers pinched, and a cloud of ink-colored vitality resurfaced and merged into his body.

Seeing this, the septuagenarian man behind him finally sank. After thinking for a moment, he reached for the storage bag and grabbed a few pennants. The next breath will be listened to the words that come out of his mouth.

As his spell fell, it was only a moment before he saw his left hand reach out and capture one of the small flags.

"Whew!"

With a wave of his arm, the pennant suddenly shot forward.

Dongfang Mo's ear is so keen, he naturally heard the sound of breaking the air behind him. At the moment when Xiaoqi was about to sink into his back, his figure shook and moved several feet horizontally.

I saw that Xiao Qi shot past him with a fierce momentum, and then disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in front of him.

"Whew!"

And at this moment, there was another sound of breaking the air.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed slightly, and his figure flashed again. An identical small flag flew out again close to his side.

"Whew!"

Immediately after, a third small flag shot at him.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's expression was ugly and abnormal, but of course he didn't dare to reflexively confront the old man, so he could only choose to keep dodging.

In this way, the old man behind him shot out six small flags in a row, and every time Dongfang Mo dodged away.

But he didn't notice that after the six small flags shot out, the old man behind him had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth at this time.

"Boom!"

And just a moment later, Dongfang Mo noticed a slight shaking of the earth, making a rumbling sound. Looking up with a sense, he saw thousands of zhang away in front of him, from left to right, six triangular flags with a height of more than ten zhang fluttering in the wind, and forming a semi-circular arc, encircling him.

"Oops!"

It was only in an instant that he realized that he had been fooled.

Suddenly turned around, he found that the old man looked at him with disdain, and the three small flags left in this person's hand were thrown into the air by him.

"Whew...... Shout...... Whew......"

Three small flags rose to the sky, turned into the size of ten zhang in mid-air, and then fell from the sky and inserted into the earth.

At this point, the nine array flags formed a circle, trapping Dongfang Mo and the old man in it.

Not only that, the moment the nine array flags sank into the earth, a black gas gushed out between the two pairs, forming a wriggling wall.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression fused, and at this moment, his legs were bent, and then he straightened abruptly.

With a "bang", the earth was stepped on by him with two deep footprints, and he rushed into the air with his strength.

But in the next breath, he was shocked to find that the black qi of the nine array flags continued to gush, and the wriggling fused together, forming an inverted bowl-shaped black enchantment above his head.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo immediately understood that he should have been trapped by the formation cast by this person.

But he didn't give up, and he was in mid-air, and he shook off the dust in his hand.

"Huh!"

The whisk elongated and jerked against the black barrier.

"Wave!"

However, the barrier was like a wave of water, only a circle of ripples, and there was no movement.

You must know that this old man is a member of the Xuanji Gate, and the Xuanji Gate is proficient in formations. Therefore, the formation in front of him could not be broken in a short period of time.

Just when his expression was ugly, he turned around at this time, and found that the old man in the robe had stood ten feet behind him at some point. And looked at him and sneered, and said:

"Why don't you run away!"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo didn't speak, just stared at him with a blue face.

This old man is the same existence as the city lord of the Dry Cliff City of the Blood Clan, the old man of the Dry Cliff. In the face of this person, he had a kind of pressure to face Taishan, thinking that even if Mu Linggen mutated, it was unlikely to be his opponent.

But at this time, he was trapped in the formation, like being caught in an urn.

At the critical moment, his eyes rolled, thinking about a way to get out.

And just a moment later, he seemed to have a plan. I saw that he suddenly showed a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, and looked at this person:

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