The heavy mountain treasure of Mo Xiang, under the bombardment of Dongfang Mo's natal stone, was unexpectedly vulnerable, and he himself was even more affected by a backlash, his internal organs were turbulent, and his face was red and white. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Xiang could feel that the weight of Dongfang Mo's natal stone was at least 500,000 catties. It's just that such a heavy magic weapon is as light as nothing in Dongfang Mo's hands, which makes him not frightened.

Now even the Nether Fairy on his shoulder was taken aback, and the woman's wrinkled triangular eyes were full of astonishment.

Mo Xiang didn't have time to think too much at this time, because Dongfang Mo's natal stone was just a moment away after knocking his heavy mountain treasure away, and it crossed a long rainbow and smashed it towards him again.

Mo Xiang was powerless to summon the magic weapon, his face changed slightly, and he stomped on his feet, and was about to dodge to his side.

"Buzz!"

But at this moment, a strange gravity suddenly came, causing his body to stagnate.

Mo Xiang didn't expect Dongfang Mo's natal stone, as well as this kind of magical power, at the critical moment, his mana exploded without reservation, and finally barely broke free from that gravity, and flashed to the side.

"Boom!"

With a heavy force, the natal stone smashed into the place where he had stood, and the earth shook violently, and a huge pit appeared in its place, and several black cracks spread in all directions.

Although Mo Xiang dodged the blow, he was still swept away by a wave of qi.

"Hmm!"

After landing on the ground, he swallowed a mouthful of blood. Then with a move in the distance, Shigeyama Treasure shot out, and with a wave of his hand, it crashed towards the natal stone that rose into the sky.

"Boom!"

The two slammed into each other again, and this time his heavy mountain treasure was shaken back seven or eight feet before stopping.

Mo Xiang had just suppressed the chaotic aura in his body, and when he looked up, Dongfang Mo's natal stone had suddenly arrived again.

Because Dongfang Mo's speed of controlling the natal stone is more than a step faster than him. Next, I could only see Mo Xiang using his heavy mountain treasure with great difficulty to barely block Dongfang Mo's natal stone again and again, and he was defeated again and again.

Everywhere the two passed, there was a field of flying sand and rocks. In a few moments, Mo Xiang's neat clothes were in tatters, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

On the other hand, Dongfang Mo, with his hands behind his back, with a hint of evil smile on the corner of his mouth, walked calmly towards Mo Xiang step by step, his eyes were full of banter.

Now he only exerted seventy or eighty percent of his strength, and he didn't go all out, just to see how powerful the natal stone was, otherwise Mo Xiang would inevitably be even more critical.

At a certain moment, when Chongshan Bao was knocked away again, Mo Xiang snorted coldly, he reached out and took out a white handkerchief from his cuff, and threw it in the air.

Immediately, he saw that this handkerchief had disappeared, and in the next moment, Dongfang Mo was surprised to find that the surface of his natal stone was wrapped in a thin layer of light veil.

Seeing this, a touch of joy appeared on Mo Xiang's face, and her fingers began to pinch rapidly.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo felt that his control of the natal stone became a little difficult, as if something was blocking his mind from the natal stone.

I didn't expect that silk scarf to be a strange treasure.

But he was only slightly moved by this, so he disdained it, and saw that his fingers behind his back were also pinched.

Suddenly, the natal stone danced wildly, sometimes soaring into the air, sometimes smashing on the ground, struggling wildly.

The rumbling sound was incessant, and the earth was full of cracks and pits, and the eyes were full of devastation.

After a while, the light veil covering the natal stone dimmed.

At a certain moment, under the control of Dongfang Mo, the natal stone was wrapped in that light veil, and suddenly smashed it towards the incredible ink fragrance on his face.

Before it fell, an incomparable gravity came, causing the ground under Mo Xiang's feet to sink more than three feet directly.

Mo Xiang was shocked, and just as the natal stone was about to smash on him, he reached out and took out a two-finger-wide talisman from his arms, and pinched it up.

With a "bang", I saw his body disappear suddenly under the submergence of the runic light.

"Boom!"

Once again, the earth was shaken, but the natal stone was smashed into the air.

"Hahaha!"

Dongfang Mo didn't care about this, but laughed loudly. Now the power of the natal stone, I am afraid that in the Ning Dan realm, few people can resist.

But then he smiled, it turned out that a few feet in front of him, a white figure suddenly appeared, and if you looked closely, it was Mo Xiang.

At this time, Mo Xiang was holding a somewhat worn white silk scarf in his hand, and the light yarn that originally wrapped his natal stone had disappeared without knowing when.

He didn't expect that the silk scarf that could cut off the mental connection with the natal artifact seemed to have no effect on Dongfang Mo's strange stone.

Mo Xiang stepped forward and put the silk scarf in his hand on Dongfang Mo's head.

The white silk scarf suddenly swelled to a length and width, and silver barbs with a length of two inches were born on the surface.

However, Dongfang Mo's face was still light, and when this thing was about to cover him, his right hand stretched out, and a cloud of black liquid rolled into his palm, and then he threw it backhand.

"Wave!"

The black rain stone burst into tiny droplets, and under the force of his throw, it made a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air, and all of them hit the white silk scarf in front of him.

saw that this silk scarf that could bind his natal stone was immediately punched out of dense holes.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of "poof" sound continuously, like a sharp sword into the flesh.

When the sieve-shaped silk scarf fell faintly, behind it, a white figure stood, it was the fragrance of ink.

But at this time, he was covered with blood holes, and then with a bang, his body turned into a puddle of minced meat piled on the ground.

It didn't take much effort to kill Dongfang Mo with Mo Xiang, the power of this black rain stone was even stronger than he expected.

"Huh?"

Just as he had just slashed Mo Xiang, his ears suddenly trembled, and then he turned around sharply.

Dongfang Mo saw that the Yuan Infant of the Netherworld Fairy had appeared behind him silently.

After this woman appeared, Huo Ran opened her mouth and spewed out a pale green fragrance from her mouth.

Seeing this fragrant wind coming, Dongfang Mo's hair on his body suddenly rose, and he felt a strong life and death crisis.

And he wanted to retreat, but found that the void around him seemed to freeze, making it difficult for him to move.

Dongfang Mo's heart moved, and the raindrops made of black rain came first, hitting the Heavenly Infant Fire.

At this time, I saw that the Heavenly Infant Fire had been pierced through dense holes. But these flames are not real objects, and they are still rolling towards Dongfang Mo unabated.

At the last moment, Dongfang Mo took out a huge yellow gourd from his waist, and after the gourd plug was opened, he didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, aimed at the flame in front of him, and the mana rolled into it.

"Gollum!"

A pungent bloody breath gushed out, and it instantly slammed into the Heavenly Infant Fire.

In just an instant, I saw that the pale green Heavenly Infant Fire was extinguished.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was also struggling, because after the yellow gourd spewed out blood and filthy gas, his body slid backwards for several feet before stopping under a force of backspray. Obviously, he can't control this magic weapon as easily as the red-faced man.

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

At this moment, but listen to the Nether Fairy exclaimed. The words fell, and her Yuan Infant burst back faster than when she came. With that kind of teleportation-like body, the woman moved several feet sideways in a flash, dodging the dense black raindrops.

"Puff puff!"

The black rain stone hit a boulder behind her, and suddenly the boulder was punched out of tiny holes.

When the woman looked back, she was really shocked by the black rain stone.

Those raindrops passed through the Heavenly Infant Fire, and the scene she imagined that these magic weapons were corroded did not appear, but the black rain stone continued to shoot towards her without the slightest influence.

You must know that her Heavenly Immortal Infant Fire can specifically corrode magic weapons, and the effect is even above the blood stained qi of the blood gourd old monster, but I didn't expect those raindrops to be unscathed.

She still vividly remembers the fate of Mo Xiang being beaten into a pile of minced meat. Now that she has lost her body, when she escaped from the ground a few days ago, she encountered a badly injured old monster of blood. The two fought a big battle, although she narrowly won half a move, but it hurt her more than half, and now this woman's strength can only be played less than half of it.

And before she spewed out that Heavenly Infant Fire, she had already used her last strength. Now she is a veritable poor donkey and the end of the crossbow.

Thinking of this, the woman looked at Dongfang Mo with a resentful face and said, "I have written down today's hatred." ”

After speaking, she turned around and fled into the distance, and Yuan Ying disappeared without a trace in a few flashes.

Dongfang Mo is thinking about escaping immediately, or fighting with the Netherworld, after all, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and even if the Netherworld Fairy only has the Yuan Infant left, the means are not necessarily what he can imagine.

But at this time, when he saw that this woman turned around and fled, his eyes suddenly burst with light.

The feud between him and this woman is irresolvable, and now that he has the opportunity to kill this woman, how can he let her go, otherwise this woman will definitely be a big trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo put away the yellow gourd and the natal stone, and after a little thought, he took the heavy mountain treasure of Moxiang. Finally, he pinched the black rain stone in his hand, stepped on it, and his figure turned into a hazy green shadow, chasing after the Yuan Ying who fled from the Nether Fairy.

Now that Dongfang Mo is repairing for a big rise, the speed is naturally rising. He used his sense of smell to chase after the faint scent left by the Nether Fairy, and disappeared into the white mist in a short time.

Along the way, Dongfang Mo encountered many living dead, but he turned the black rain into raindrops, as long as someone blocked it, under the penetration of these raindrops, all these living dead would be beaten into a sieve, so Dongfang Mo's speed was not affected in any way, and when the two Xuanji Sect Infant Realm elders chased him before, the scene where he was constantly blocked can be described as a world of difference.

After chasing for dozens of miles, he obviously smelled that the smell of the Nether Fairy had become stronger, and it was obvious that he was constantly getting closer to this woman.

But perhaps the Nether Fairy had discovered him, so the girl had increased her speed again.

In this way, Dongfang Mo and the Netherworld Fairy chased and escaped, and it lasted for a month.

At this time, even with the strength of Dongfang Mo's mana, it was a little difficult.

Because during this period, the Nether Fairy was always able to silently avoid many living dead people by virtue of the strangeness of his body.

And although he kills the living dead who block them one by one, after causing some movement, he will attract other living dead to intercept him.

This forced him to strike several times and massacre dozens of living dead en masse.

In this process, Dongfang Mo realized more how terrifying the power of the Black Rain Stone was.

More than ten Ning Dan realms, dozens of living dead people in the foundation building period, under the shuttle back and forth of his black rain stone, he could only see a piece of plasma scattered down.

This long-lost pleasure of killing made him faintly feel a little excited, and the blood in his body accelerated its flow.

However, during this period, he finally met two living dead who had been cultivated in the infant realm.

One of them was a woman with a long sword, and the other was a short and stocky young man with a fan.

For these two people, Dongfang Mo had no intention of fighting with them at all, but it was naturally impossible for these two people to let him go.

Fortunately, these two people are only in the early stage of the infant realm, and their strength has dropped greatly after becoming the living dead. In the middle of a battle, in the end, Dongfang Mo released the magic sand, and the two were gnawed by these mutant spirit insects, and finally the woman was devoured cleanly. Only the short and fat young man used a stand-in charm to escape.

Dongfang Mo exhausted the power of his divine sense twice before he put away the magic sand. However, he couldn't use his divine sense here, so he didn't feel anything wrong.

After defeating the two, Dongfang Mo's confidence soared, and he followed the taste left by the Nether Fairy and chased after him again.

What he didn't know was that the Nether Fairy in front of him was miserable all the way.

This woman was originally seventy or eighty years old, but now she is eighty or ninety years old, looking like she is drooping and old.

After losing her physical body, not only was she unable to use many magical powers, but it also became extremely difficult to recover her mana, and now even if she was asked to face an ordinary Ning Dan Realm cultivator, she was not an opponent, let alone face to face with Dongfang Mo behind her.

And the storage bag in her hand, for some special reason, if she didn't have a physical body, she couldn't open it for a short time, and many of the treasures in it naturally couldn't be used.

What's even more hateful is that no matter how she runs along the way, Dongfang Mo behind her doesn't know what method to use, and he can always catch up with her.

If this continues, the Netherworld Fairy is ready to no longer be able to get rid of Dongfang Mo, and she will use a subtle escape technique that will greatly damage her vitality, and even make her cultivate a plummeting retreat afterwards, and escape directly from Peng Island in the East China Sea.

The exercises she practiced were special, and the sequelae were much smaller than others. In the future, as long as she finds a suitable body, she has the confidence to regain her strength, and at that time she will inevitably seek revenge from Dongfang Mo.

Two days later, just as the Nether Fairy was getting weaker and weaker, she suddenly looked up in a certain direction, and then there was a hint of ecstasy in her eyes.

When she had fled hundreds of feet, she saw seven or eight monks sitting around her, as if discussing something. Looking at the cultivation of these people, all of them are in the foundation building period.

Obviously, after such a long time, some low-level monks with good fortune have also begun to rush to Peng Island in the East China Sea one after another.

However, this woman's gaze suddenly fell on the only woman in the group of low-level monks.

It was a small and delicate girl, about twenty years old.

The ghost fairy rushed over with a few flickeres, and then heard a terrible scream.

It was only three or five breaths, and only the shivering girl was left in front of him.

The Netherworld Fairy laughed fiercely, and as soon as its primordial baby flowered, it made a "poof" sound and disappeared into the position of the girl's dantian.

Immediately, the girl's frightened eyes first showed a trace of confusion, and then this confusion immediately turned into resentment, and she looked at the direction of the moment.

I saw this woman's mouth, and a faint and almost invisible green breath sprayed on one of her legs, and I saw that her jade legs burned with a green flame, and they were burned into charcoal in a moment.

The pain of burning her bones made her face covered with beads of sweat. But the woman's face showed a touch of joy, and she took it to the ground, and her breath also withered.

Dongfang Mo chased wildly all the way, and at this time, he suddenly heard a scream coming from the front, and it was the direction in which he was chasing and killing the Nether Fairy, so he did not hesitate to gallop towards the place where the scream came from.

In a short time, he came to a white mist in the woods.

I saw several corpses lying on the ground, and a petite woman was also lying on the ground, but she was not dead.

When Dongfang Mo saw that one of this woman's legs was burned to charcoal, his pupils shrank slightly.

He could see that this should be the Heavenly Netherworld Infant Fire from the Nether Fairy. Moreover, he recognized that this girl who cultivated during the foundation building period was not a living dead, but a low-level monk who had rushed to Pengdao during these times.

But now that he was chasing and killing the Nether Fairy, he didn't care about this person, so he swept past a few corpses and chased forward without hesitation.

But he only swept a few feet, and his figure suddenly froze.

I saw his nose twitch subconsciously, and then his brows tightened.

It turned out that after he ran out of the area where the corpses were, the smell of the Nether Fairy had disappeared.

Dongfang Mo pondered for a moment, and then his eyes flashed, and he turned his back to the girl, with a smile on his face.

"Huh!"

I saw his figure bloom, flashed in front of this woman, and said in a deep voice: "Junior, have you ever seen an old woman's Yuan Ying escape from this place."