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Watching the vortex suddenly, the black skeleton was just stunned, and then used his palm as a knife to slash forward.

With a "hiss", the vortex was cut in half by him with a single sword. At this point, the black skeleton legs turned into illusory afterimages, passing through the two halves of the fishy wind, and roaring towards Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo did not panic, and as soon as his mind moved, he heard the sound of "buzzing" soaring.

Suddenly, two halves of the fishy wind suddenly burst open, drowning the black bones within. All of a sudden, the fishy wind continued to rage, forming a whirlpool again.

However, at this time, the black skeleton had been bound in it by the fishy wind, dragging his forward figure hard.

The black skeleton struggled frantically, but its body felt like it was stuck in mud. At this point, he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, as if to let out a silent roar, and then his arms were straightened, his fists clenched, and his body was like a spinning top, spinning wildly in the opposite direction of the vortex.

Under the agitation of the two whirlwinds, the spot exploded directly, and the yellow sand in the sky shot out in all directions.

Dongfang Mo stood in the distance, and at this time, the power of flesh repulsion exploded, and the sand and stones that shot out slid away from both sides at a distance of one foot from him.

After only a dozen breaths, the wind in front of him slowly subsided. If you look closely, at this time, the black skeleton is covered with a faint layer of red. It was the magic sand that had all stuck to his body, and then there was a "click" sound of biting.

The black skeleton stood in place, he looked down at the layer of pale red ** sand wrapped around his body, and when he heard the strange sound, he seemed to be able to feel that he was being eaten.

So his body shook violently, and an invisible fluctuation swelled, and he saw that the pale red layer on his body actually loosened a little. However, as he moved, the magic sand seemed to be aroused with ferocity, and it was absorbed again, and the sound of gnawing was even louder than just now.

Dongfang Mo's mind was connected to these insects, and at this time, he could feel that although the magic sand was constantly biting the black bones, the hardness of the black bones had reached an unbelievable state, and the speed at which the magic sand devoured them was almost negligible, and it would be a long process to completely devour them if they continued like this.

"Hula!"

And just as he was thinking about using the natal stone to kill it, he only heard a sound of breaking the air.

Dongfang Mo looked up with some sense, and saw a figure in a black cloak suddenly appear, standing on the grave with a height of more than ten zhang beside him.

Immediately after, another figure shot out behind this person. On closer inspection, the person who came was a man in his thirties with an indifferent expression. From the clothes on his body, it was obvious that he was a monk of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect monk held a white Soul Devouring Candle, and the black flame enveloped him, avoiding the Yin Spirits around him. Looking at its cultivation, it is enough to have the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm.

Dongfang Mo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw these two people appearing, especially when he saw the black-clothed man in a black cloak on the grave, he subconsciously looked at the black skeleton trapped by the magic sand. Then, as if thinking of something, my breath suffocated.

Looking at the Ghost Demon Sect monk again, the moment he appeared, he naturally noticed Dongfang Mo and the black skeleton, and there was obviously a hint of surprise in his eyes.

And his gaze stayed on Dongfang Mo for a moment, and then fell on the black skeleton, looking extremely puzzled.

You must know that he knows nothing more about this ghost mound land, and there are only yin spirits among them, but he has never seen this black skeleton, let alone what kind of ghost it is.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the man in black on the grave, his expression gloomy. No matter who Dongfang Mo and the others are, he has to deal with this person first.

Before, he was capturing a Yin Spirit of the Great Perfection of the Ning Dan Realm, but he didn't want this person to suddenly appear, and even attacked him secretly. After being discovered by him, the man turned around and fled, and this is the scene where he was chased here.

Now seeing that the man in black had not escaped, the Demon Sect monk snorted coldly, and then with a wave of his hand, a round brass bowl shot out from his cuff, and turned into a huge one in the blink of an eye.

The Demon Sect monk pinched his fingers, only to hear the sound of "wave", and the bowl shattered and dissipated into the air. Seeing this scene, he began to have words in his mouth.

"Dang!"

As his mantra fell, the next breath came a sound like a bell. It was the huge bowl that appeared out of thin air and fastened the man in black on the grave to his head.

"Look at how you run this time, give me practice!"

The Demon Sect monk looked happy, and then his fingers pinched faster. Under his movements, the bowl shook violently, and a black flame erupted in it, drowning the man in black and about to be refined.

"Bang!"

And after only four or five breaths, a clear fist mark was seen on the huge bowl.

"How is that possible!" The Demon Sect monk exclaimed.

"Bang ......"

What shocked him even more was that the fist prints on the bowl continued to increase, and in the blink of an eye, the round bowl became shapeless.

After a long time, there was a "boom", and the bowl turned into a copper skin in the sky and shot away in all directions.

At this time, the man in black was still standing on the grave, his feet did not move, and his hands maintained a punching posture.

"Poof!"

The monk of the Demon Sect opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the bowl magic weapon was connected to his heart, and when the magic weapon was destroyed, he was naturally hit hard.

"Huh!"

Looking at the man in black again, he took this opportunity to disappear abruptly.

The Ghost Demon Sect monk raised his head suddenly, reached out and grabbed a leather bag from his waist, and with a shake, three Yin Spirit Fish of the Great Perfection of the Ning Dan Realm rushed out and rushed towards the man in black.

However, when the three Yin Spirits opened their mouths with a grin, and when they bit the arm or head of the man in black, they suddenly passed through him. The figure of the man in black did not have any obstacles, and appeared in front of the Demon Sect monk in an instant. Then the palm of his hand stretched out, and a punch slammed into him.

At the critical moment, the Demon Sect monk changed color slightly, but he was also shrewd, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed a bone shield.

The shield rose in the wind, and stood in front of him in three feet.

"Bang!"

The man in black smashed his fist on the shield, and the shield immediately fell apart.

And the figure of the Demon Sect monk was as if it had been hit hard, and the figure immediately flew upside down, and blood spurted wildly in mid-air. At this time, the horror in his heart was beyond measure, he didn't expect that this man in black had completely hidden his strength before, and he was not a general with real means.

Thinking of this, he immediately had a retreat in his heart, so he took out a talisman and pinched it.

Immediately, he saw that his figure was wrapped in a burst of runic light, and it shot out at a terrifying speed, and disappeared into the black gas in front of him in an instant.

At this time, the man in black did not chase after him, but just stopped in place. After about three or five breaths, Dongfang Mo's ears trembled, and then he turned around and looked in a certain direction, and saw a figure galloping towards this place from the front, and if he looked closely, who else could it be if it wasn't the Demon Sect monk.

The moment this person appeared, he found that he had actually returned to the same place, and his body paused suddenly, knowing that he should have fallen into the formation, and the beads of sweat rolled down his forehead when he thought of this.

At this moment, the man in black slowly turned to look at him, and the next breath suddenly disappeared under his gaze.

The cultivator of the Demon Sect was shocked, and he was about to withdraw and retreat again. However, the man in black appeared from a distance of one zhang in front of him, and with a wave of his big hand, a yin wind blew, and in an instant, the monk of the Demon Sect felt a burst of coldness, and his figure couldn't help but be stunned under this coldness.

Taking this opportunity, the man in black suddenly came, and his palm "hissed", tearing through the air, and pinching the neck of the Demon Sect monk between the lightning and flint.

The Ghost Demon Sect cultivator had a frightened look on his face, and looked at Dongfang Mo in a panic.

"Daoyou save ...... Click! ”

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was crushed by the man in black.

At the same time, the three Yin Spirits released by him also exploded one after another, turning into three sticky black gases, which gradually dissipated.

The man in black grabbed the man's figure, jumped into it, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on a high grave. I saw that he threw the corpse of the Demon Sect monk at his feet, seemingly randomly.

"Click!"

In the next breath, Dongfang Mo saw that the body of the Ghost Demon Sect monk was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the essence blood in his body was extracted, submerged into the cracks of the brown stones under him, and then immersed in it, as if flowing into the depths of the tomb.

"This ......"