Recalling the many magical powers of the Demon Suppression Diagram, at this time, the dry figure finally reacted, and he must have fallen into some kind of formation that could make the demon soul circulate immortal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thinking of this, a mockery appeared on his face. I saw him stretch out his right index finger, chanting words in his mouth, and as his incantation fell, on the tip of his index finger, a cluster of black fireworks burned with a "poof".

"Woo Woo Woo!"

As soon as all the demonic soul qi touched the black fireworks, it immediately made a light sound of being corroded, and finally all these demonic soul qi turned into invisible green smoke and dissipated.

And many of the demon souls that had just condensed were about to rush towards the dry figure one after another, and the moment they felt the black fireworks, their bodies immediately burst back like a tide, and a terrified scream came out of their mouths.

Seeing this, the dry figure was even more disdainful, and he still stopped in place, but the mana in his body was frantically agitated, and he saw the black fireworks in his hand begin to beat.

A circle of corrosive firelight illuminated his body with the infusion of his strong mana...... One Zhang...... Zhangwu...... And then it expands further and further.

As the range of the firelight expanded, those wandering Yin Spirits retreated to the rear again, not daring to touch the slightest bit.

There were dozens of demon spirits that retreated a little slower, and the moment they touched the firelight, they saw their illusory bodies immediately burn, and finally in the screams of terror, they turned into nothingness, and disappeared from then on.

And with the continuous expansion of the black fireworks on this person's fingertips, in a moment, the demonic soul qi that enveloped him began to vibrate, and the Nine Souls Killing Array arranged by Dongfang Mo faintly showed signs of collapse.

It's no wonder that the demon souls in the Nine Souls Killing Array have the highest cultivation level but the Ning Dan Realm, although this technique is extremely powerful, but if you want to trap the Infant Transformation Realm monk, it still seems powerless. Being able to stalemate for a moment and a half is already extremely remarkable. As long as the Infant Transformation Realm cultivator among them uses his means, he will immediately lose it.

"If you can trap him for a moment, Xiao Sheng has a sword move, and he is ninety percent sure that he will be severely injured."

Just when Dongfang Mo's expression was ugly, Ling Yi's divine consciousness transmission came from his mind again.

Hearing this, he looked overjoyed and replied, "Okay!"

It's just that he trapped this person for a while, and he was still a little sure.

"But at that time, Xiaosheng's mana will be drained, and if you are poisoned, you won't have any power to resist, and whether the three of us live or die, it will all depend on you at that time." Listen to Ling Yi again.

This time, Dongfang Mo's heart tightened, but after a slight groan, he nodded solemnly. Now, he has no other way but to give it a go.

Thinking of this, he reached out and took a cloth bag from his waist, and a fishy wind blew out with a shake.

"Buzz!"

The deafening sound of insects sounded, and the fishy wind instantly disappeared into the rich demonic spirit. And under the control of Dongfang Mo, the reddish fishy wind formed a huge vortex, invisibly enveloping the dry figure in it.

Then, suddenly, the vortex began to contract.

At this time, the withered figure in the Nine Souls Killing Array, he had a hunch that with a few more breaths, he would be able to break through the soul array arranged by Dongfang Mo. However, at this moment, he faintly heard a sound of insects coming from far and near.

Immediately after, before he could break through the formation, the demonic soul qi and many demonic souls that enveloped his body rolled and were sucked into a boxy pattern on the palm of his palm by the Taoist priest.

When he felt that there were only seven or eight hundred demon souls left, as well as the qi of demon souls that had lost nearly half of them, Dongfang Mo felt a pain in his heart. And the look on the dry figure became more and more fierce.

At this time, the dry figure didn't have time to rejoice, so he frowned. Because although the formation was self-defeating, around him, a circle of pale red vortices was constantly shrinking, trying to envelop him.

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that the whirlpool was composed of small, strange-looking spirit insects.

Almost subconsciously, its mana agitated, and the black fireworks on its fingertips suddenly soared, shining on the shrinking vortex.

However, when the black flames that could burn demon souls shone on the shrinking vortex, these spirit insects were not hindered in the slightest, but instead contracted more fiercely.

With the sound of insects in the sky, it shrank to the size of a foot in the blink of an eye.

For some reason, from these spirit insects, the withered figure felt a dangerous aura that even he was terrified.

"Boom!"

So under the shock of the body, a wave of ripples visible to the naked eye swept away, and hit the whirlpool, about to shake these spirit insects away.

Suddenly, under the ripples, I saw the whirlpool change shape, as if it was about to collapse.

Dongfang Mo's figure immediately appeared in mid-air, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on the whirlpool.

"Buzz ......"

I heard the monstrous insect chirping, and the whirlpool that was about to run out of power froze and became solid. Not only that, but then it suddenly shrank, covering all the withered figures, making a "click" gnawing sound.

Dongfang Mo looked overjoyed, not wanting this person to be careless and actually hit the trick. Possessed by the magic sand, even if he is a monk of the Infant Realm, I am afraid that if he does not die, he will have to shed his skin.

But in an instant, his expression changed, for he noticed that at a distance of an inch from the skin of the dry figure, there was clearly a thin film protecting him. It was that film that the magic sand was gnawing on.

And the film didn't know what it was, although it was slightly deformed, but under the gnawing of the magic sand, there was no sign of shattering

And in the next breath, the membrane was like an air bag, and began to slowly expand, as if to stretch the magic sand open.

"Groan!"

Just when Dongfang Mo was a little anxious, a loud sound of sword roar echoed in the entire stone room, making people's hearts shake.

I saw Ling Yi, who was standing on one side, holding a sword in his left hand at this time, his eyes closed. On the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the sword, a red light like a living creature flowed into the three-foot green blade in his hand.

And this red light is the essence blood in his body.

After just three or two breaths, Ling Yi opened his eyes suddenly. At this time, his face was pale and his body was shaky, but the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand trembled, exuding a sword intent that made people's scalps tingle.

Then, with his left hand raised above his head, he slashed down at the withered figure in front of him with a swordless sword.

"Shhhh

A three-zhang long, like a substantial sword burst out, but it was extremely slow, slashing towards the withered figure of the heavenly spirit.

"Shhh

Looking at the slowly falling sword, the withered figure gasped. He clearly felt an aura of danger that threatened his life and death, and his hairs stood on end.

So he didn't dare to have any reservations, and the palm wrapped in black skin suddenly lit up with a layer of crystal light, and slapped it at the magic sand in front of him.

But Mosha is like a layer of tough cowhide, and although it is pushed out of the shape of a palm, there is no sign of being broken.

Fortunately, the speed of the sword was not fast, and he still had some time, so the palm of the withered figure kept slapping against the magic sand in front of him.

"Wave!"

At a certain moment, the solid magic sand finally broke out, and exploded into a pale red fishy wind.

The withered figure broke free from the restraints and was overjoyed, but when he looked up, he found that the three-zhang long cyan sword was less than three feet above his head.

In the face of this sword, a ray of fear appeared in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he tore open the void in front of him and was about to step into it.

"Goo!"

However, at the moment of crisis, a low cry that made people tremble came, and the movements of the withered figure suddenly stiffened under this cry.

At the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and the sharp pain made him awake instantly. Seeing that the sword was close at hand, he only had time to deflect his head and pinch his fingers, triggering a layer of inky aura in front of him.

"Poof!"

A string of blood sprang out.

The inky aura in front of him was nothing, and it didn't hinder the cyan sword at all. And the sword fell, and the void that was torn apart by him was also shattered.

The withered figure flew upside down, and now his left shoulder, along with an arm, was gone, and the small half of his body was almost cut off. This is still the result of his previous deflection of the head, otherwise the place where it will be cut in half is his heavenly spirit.

The mana of the dry figure agitated, and all of them sank into the wound, stopping the blood. But suddenly, another crisis loomed over him.

Suddenly looking up, he saw a stone ball the size of three zhang burst forward, and a strange gravity came from under his feet, making his legs seem to be filled with lead, and they became extremely heavy.

Now, he only had time to fold his hands over his chest.

"Boom!"

The huge stone ball slammed into his body, and then smashed him into the stone wall. All of a sudden, the entire stone chamber shook violently, and many stones fell one after another.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand and moved, and the natal stone suddenly shot back, and he looked ahead with his eyes like lightning, only to see that the dry figure had submerged into the depth of the stone wall half a zhang, his breath was sluggish, and there was blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, but he was not dead.

Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the natal stone bombarded it again.

"Boom!"

This time, the man was a little deeper into the stone wall.

And then, the rumbling sound continued, and the natal stone smashed at this person with a thousand momentum. Even with the existence of the forbidden stone chamber, the depth of the dry figure submerged into the stone wall was gradually deepening.

Dongfang Mo knew very well that he couldn't be careless in dealing with the Infant Transformation Realm cultivator, otherwise he might be overturned at any time.

It wasn't until half a moment later that most of the mana in his body had been consumed, and he collected the natal stone.

When he looked ahead, he found that a deep pit had appeared in the stone wall. A withered figure was in the midst of it, with its head hanging low and its body extremely broken.

Dongfang Mo took over Ling Yi's three-foot Qingfeng and his dust with his bare hands before this person, and guessed that he should be a physical cultivator, or a certain physical cultivation technique. Therefore, the result of his natal stone being smashed angrily, but this person did not become a pulp, was also expected by him.

Just as he probed his senses and wanted to check whether this person was alive or dead, the lowered head of the withered figure suddenly raised, looked at him and said resentfully: "Don't smash it, I will let you live and not die in a while." ”

"You don't have that chance." However, hearing his words, Dongfang Mo was just stunned, then shook his head, revealing a look of regret.

"Flutter!"

As soon as his words fell, a flapping of wings sounded. In the shadows beneath his feet, a black light flashed, and instantly disappeared into the center of the man's eyebrows.

"Hmm!"

A look of confusion first appeared in the eyes of the dry figure, just when Dongfang Mo was shocked.

"Boom!"

Without warning, the man's skull burst open, and red and white things were scattered all over the ground.

"Whew!"

However, a fist-sized cloud of light and shadow shot out from his body and rushed towards the sealed stone gate.

Dongfang Mo's pupils shrank sharply, and he clearly saw that in this cloud of light and shadow, it turned out to be a small person the size of a fist, and the appearance of the villain was the previous dry figure.

"Yuan Baby!"

I only heard him exclaim.

At this time, the withered figure of the Yuan Ying had already shot in front of the stone gate, and he waved his little hand. With his movements, the light curtain that the black talisman turned into quietly melted. At this point, he was about to rush into the middle of the road.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at this person.

"Whew!"

A subtle voice sounded, and at the same time, the figure of Yuan Ying, who had already rushed out of the stone gate, was stunned, and a small red dot appeared at the center of his eyebrows.

"Bang!"

Immediately after, Yuan Ying suddenly burst open, turning into a rich spiritual light, filling the entire corridor and stone room.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, and the blue gossamer, which was difficult to see with the naked eye, shot back and wrapped around his fingers.

"Hoo ......"

At this point, he let out a long breath. The tense mind was finally released.