Seeing the smile on his face, the shriveled skeleton was slightly stunned, and then said, "Let's hear it." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"First question, who are you?" Dongfang Mo flicked the dust behind him and paced.

Hearing this, the shriveled corpse did not answer him immediately, as if he was in deep thought. It took more than ten breaths to hear him speak.

"Old man, Black Blood Venerable."

"Black Blood Venerable?"

Dongfang Mo frowned, but after thinking about it, he was sure that he had never heard of this name, so he continued:

"The second question is, who is the person you said will persecute you?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, the old man mentioned it before, it was Biying, one of the three real protectors of the Demon Sect, and the slut teamed up with the other two protectors, and the three of them besieged the old man before nailing the old man in this coffin."

"I see, the third question, why did Daoyou attract many monks with their clones and kill them." Dongfang Mo said again.

"Actually, if the old man doesn't say it, I'm afraid you have some guesses. Yes, the old man brought these people here in order to drain their essence and blood and recast my flesh. ”

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded, it was indeed not much different from what he guessed. Then I heard him continue to ask:

"The fourth question, since you can attract so many people, why don't you show up and say the same thing to those people, let them untie the demon nail for you, and let the trail unravel it for you!"

When the words fell, Dongfang Mo paused, his eyes staring straight at him.

Hearing his words, the shriveled corpse clearly showed a hint of hesitation. But the slightest hesitation was only fleeting, and he said, "Their strength is too weak to unlock the demon nail on my body. And the old man also appeared twice, but the two didn't cooperate, so they were beheaded by the old man, and you are the third. ”

Dongfang Mo sneered, he always paid attention to this person's movements, especially after he asked the question just now, the hesitation in the tone of the shriveled corpse was completely captured by him.

But he remained silent about it, and at this time he raised his footsteps, walked to the shriveled corpse, stopped three feet, and looked at him.

"Last question, according to the words of Daoyou, it should be easy for you to kill Xiaodao now, right?"

"Hehe, why don't you try it?" Although the words of the shriveled bones were funny, Dongfang Mo clearly heard a touch of clarity from them.

I saw the corners of his mouth raised.

"Okay, let's try it then!"

"You ......" Hearing this, the shriveled corpse looked twitched.

But at this time, Dongfang Mo had already reached out to his waist and grabbed a yellow gourd, and then his arm shook. With a buzzing sound of insects, the magic sand appeared and immediately pounced forward.

Not only that, he opened his mouth violently and spit out a stone bead the size of a dragon's eye, and under the encouragement of mana, the stone bead turned into a three-zhang giant. As soon as Dongfang Mo's arm was raised, he saw that the natal stone rushed up to a height of more than twenty zhang, and then he pressed his arms down.

Suddenly, I saw the natal stone smashing down the shriveled corpses below with a terrifying oppression.

I didn't expect him to say that he would do it, and there was no hesitation at all.

It's just that he is so decisive, naturally there is a reason. First of all, seeing the hesitation in this person's eyes just now, Dongfang Mo was sure that this person had never proposed to untie the demon nails on his body with any monk who had come here. He even guessed that everyone who came here had never seen him, and was killed by the two skeletons.

Secondly, when he used the natal stone to refine the blood-colored skeleton and the black skeleton before, this person did not appear from beginning to end, but at this time he took the initiative to appear. According to him, the two skeletons had taken a lot of effort to condense, and if that were the case, how could he have watched the two clones destroyed.

So he dared to guess that this person was just scaring him, and wanted to gamble that he would throw a rat trap to remove the demon nail from his body. He thought about it from his own perspective, if he was this person with strong strength, how could he have so many words with a monk in the foundation building period.

Of course, there is one last reason, that is, after absorbing the two clones of this person, his natal stone has more than doubled in power, giving birth to a trace of greed in his heart. If this person can be refined together, how far should the power of the natal stone grow?

However, after all, this person is a monk in the Infant Transformation Realm, and as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so as soon as he makes a move, he is his strongest method, without the slightest clumsiness and cover-up.

The shriveled corpse didn't expect Dongfang Mo to suddenly attack him. Looking at the pale red and bloody wind rushing in, he could see at a glance that there were tiny insects among them.

Although he couldn't move at this time, with a cold snort, a powerful wave of divine consciousness suddenly erupted from him.

"Boom!"

In just an instant, the demon sand was torn apart.

But these insects advanced several times, and after being shaken apart, they rolled over the shriveled corpses from all directions.

And this shriveled corpse may not have the slightest mana, which can also be seen from the two clones he condensed before. At this point, he was like a disk, and the magic sand was all attached to his body.

I saw that the already tattered clothes on his body disappeared in an instant. Immediately, the magic sand gnawed at the half-red and half-black skin on his surface.

A strange "click" sound was heard immediately.

But this shriveled corpse was not comparable to the two skeletons before, and the magic sand was like gnawing on a humanoid steel stone, and the seemingly weak skin did not leave a trace.

But at this time, above the head of the shriveled corpse, a huge shadow shrouded it, and if you look closely, it is Dongfang Mo that has turned into a natal stone the size of three zhang.

Before the natal stone fell, an incomparable gravity suddenly came, and the brown stones on the ground, with a "poof", were directly crushed into fine stone powder.

The coffin under the shriveled corpse also made a creaking and overwhelmed sound.

However, between the lightning and flint, just when the huge natal stone was about to submerge this person, under the exquisite control of Dongfang Mo, the natal stone finally suspended three feet above the head of the shriveled corpse, and it stood still.

Dongfang Mo had some scruples in his heart, afraid that the natal stone would smash the coffin of unknown material to smash, and when the time came, it would be a big game to release this wingman.

At this time, his fingers twitched rapidly, and the words appeared to be in his mouth. Suddenly, I saw that on the shriveled corpse under the natal stone, wisps of black and red blood-colored aura were extracted and submerged into the natal stone above.

"Ahh What kind of magic is this! ”

The shriveled corpse felt the essence of its body, which was slowly draining, and at this time it let out a loud cry.

Immediately, he saw that the coffin he was in began to shake violently, and a coercion like a bamboo rolled towards Dongfang Mo.

"Boom!"

The coercion formed a hurricane that spread in all directions.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

The oppression of the Infant Realm monk caused Dongfang Mo to retreat again and again in the hurricane. Immediately, he put the dust in his hand on the ground, and after standing firmly, he sat cross-legged directly. At this time, he quickened the movement in his hand, and saw that the natal stone began to tremble, and the black and red aura coming from the shriveled corpse below became more and more intense.

"Do you really think that the old man can't kill you, since you are looking for death, then fulfill you!"

"Wave!"

As soon as the words fell, a drop of black-red liquid about the size of a fingernail suddenly floated out from the brow of the shriveled corpse.