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He didn't know Dongfang Mo's plan, as long as he told him the method, most likely after this Taoist priest untied the demon nail on his foot, he would immediately leave this place and no longer participate in the entanglement between him and Biying Zhenren.

He was very interested in why Biying Zhenren would hunt down Dongfang Mo for five years, and he knew Biying's character very well, but he couldn't afford to be early. can let her chase and kill for five years, either she has a big enmity with Dongfang Mo, or there is something in this Taoist priest that she desperately wants to get.

To say that a Ning Dan Realm monk can have a big enmity with her, the chance is too small, then the only possibility is that Dongfang Mo has a heavy treasure on his body.

But now in this form, he has no other choice.

Dongfang Mo didn't know that the shriveled corpse was just a slight speculation, and he guessed the reason why Biying Zhenren chased him.

At this time, I heard the shriveled corpse speak: "The disc in Biying's hand is called the Breath Seeking Disk, and the characteristic of this thing is that it can remember the subtle breath and sense it remotely. Originally, it was in my hands back then, but it was snatched away by this slut. However, it is true that this thing can remember your breath, but there is a certain time limit, and generally if you are not tracked within ten days, the sense will disappear. But she chased and killed you for five years, and she should have made other marks on you. ”

"If Xiaodao had been marked by her, she would have checked it out a long time ago, do you think this is the answer Xiaodao wants." Dongfang Mo's expression suddenly turned cold.

In his opinion, he didn't have contact with Biying Zhenren at the beginning, if this woman could make a mark on him unconsciously, it would be better to directly capture or kill him, why bother.

And, even if he couldn't check it out, the old thing with the bone tooth would definitely be able to see it.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet. By mark, I don't mean that she has done something to you. But as long as you have something in you that she is familiar with or related to her, she can rely on that breath-seeking disk to sense you from afar. ”

"Something she is familiar with or associated with?" Dongfang Mo frowned.

And the next moment, he woke up, and a delicate jade bottle appeared in his mind.

Back then, at the Demon Yang Auction, he auctioned a bottle of Soul Nourishing Pill refined by Biying Zhenren, and that Soul Nourishing Pill still has one on his body now, so it could be that this thing can't be done.

If the shriveled corpse hadn't lied to him, the more Dongfang Mo thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was right, and he only had this thing on him, which could make Biying Zhenren feel familiar.

After finding the reason, Dongfang Mo no longer had any scruples, so he looked at this person and said, "Okay, Xiaodao will believe you for the time being." Now you swear that as long as Xiaodao unlocks the Demon Nail for you, you will immediately open the trapped spirit array and leave. ”

"Okay, I swear by ...... black blood"

The shriveled corpse saw the blood-colored film that bound the female armorer, and the aura became dimmer and dimmer, so he made an oath in a quick tone.

After hearing his oath, Dongfang Mo thought about it and didn't see anything wrong. So he sneered in his heart, and then with the pinch of his fingers, an inky cloud of vitality was condensed by him, and with a flick of his fingers, it merged into the small tree in front of him.

"Boom!"

The silver branches shot out, wrapping around the last of the shriveled corpses, and then the branches suddenly straightened.

I saw that the demon nail that had sunk into the instep of his foot was slowly pulled out by Dongfang Mo at a slow speed.

There is no way to pull it out of the demon nail in the body, because this thing is extremely peculiar, if you reach out and touch it, the demon nail will immediately drill down and continue to go deeper. Over the years, although he had removed the demon nails on his hands with unknown use, he didn't dare to try it with his hands, and pulled out the remaining two on his legs.

Watching the last demon nail on his foot being pulled out inch by inch, the madness in the eyes of the shriveled corpse became more and more intense. Then the powerful aura on his body began to gradually diffuse again.

However, at this time, Dongfang Mo's eyes subconsciously glanced at the female armorer incarnated by Biying's real person.

He was really surprised that the seemingly weak blood-colored film could bind this woman for so long. The means used by this shriveled corpse after being trapped are so powerful, and when he is released, his strength is nine times out of ten above that of the real person of Biying. No wonder he said back then that he was plotted by the other two protectors of the Biying True Man and the Ghost Demon Sect, so he ended up like this.

Seeing that blood-colored film, there should be five or six breaths left at the illumination speed before the aura will be completely dimmed.

Dongfang Mo turned his head and looked at the demon nail that was slowly pulled out, his face suddenly showed a little struggling, and then deliberately slowed down the pace.

"Wave!"

After five or six breaths, with a soft sound, the blood-colored film that trapped the real person finally collapsed. The moment this woman got out of trouble, the halberd in her hand didn't have any fancy fancy, and she suddenly slashed down towards Dongfang Mo.

Seeing the heavy halberd getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Dongfang Mo gently spit out a word in his mouth.

"Fall!"

The words fell, and the natal stone, which had been suspended in mid-air, galloped and smashed diagonally on the halberd, smashing its direction away a little.

And under the bombardment of the two huge forces, Dongfang Mowa spurted out a mouthful of hot blood when he opened his mouth.

"Boom!"

And the next moment, the halberd that deviated from the direction smashed a few feet to his side, and a wave of qi immediately lifted his figure out.

Dongfang Mo was thrown in the air, his figure flipped several times in mid-air, and he fell dozens of feet away and retreated more than ten steps before stopping.

After standing still, he was panting, and his face was still cut by the previous sharp energy, and several blood marks were cut, and a few red blood beads suddenly came out.

Seeing that Biying Zhenren had been freed from the predicament, his eyes burst with light, and his fingers pinched, pointing to the small tree that had been turned into dust in front of him.

"Click!"

The small tree suddenly tilted, and the dragging force suddenly increased.

Immediately after, I heard the sound of "sigh", and there were only two or three inches left that had not been pulled out, and the demon nail was completely pulled out. "Hahaha!"

At the same time, in a burst of wild laughter, the shriveled corpse shook and disappeared from the coffin in an instant, and when he appeared, the shriveled body was already standing in mid-air out of thin air.

"Buzz!"

There was a surging momentum on his body, like a flood breaking out that opened the floodgates, and under this momentum, sand and rocks flew everywhere.

Countless spiritual energy was stirred, and it poured towards him again as it had just now, only to see his shriveled body begin to fill at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The loose skin also began to tighten, and the slightly rickety figure was also erect and raised.

The main thing is that his empty shoulders, with a squirming sound, automatically grew two white arms.

"Bloodline Secret Arts?" Dongfang Mo looked at this scene in disbelief.

In his impression, only the Blood Clan monks had this incredible supernatural power of rebirth with a broken arm. And thinking of this person's so-called "black blood", Dongfang Mo faintly had some kind of guess in his heart.

After only three or five breaths, a young man almost as tall as him, with long hair and an extremely handsome appearance, appeared in front of him.

The young man was about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, and strangely enough, a vertical line separated him from the middle of the bridge of his nose. To the left of the vertical line, his body and even his hair are a blood-colored color. On the right side of the vertical line, it is black, which looks extremely strange.

At this time, although he was in rags, he couldn't stop a resolute aura on his body.

When the young man appeared, he stretched out his newly grown arm to look at it, and then nodded, as if he was extremely satisfied. Immediately, he grabbed his neck with both hands and twisted it, and after making a few crisp sounds, he looked at the female armorer incarnated by Biying, and said with a cruel smile:

"Cheap. Man, I've been trapped for seventy-four years, and I'll let you die in a moment of lust. ”

After speaking, the young man's palm grasped the void. I saw that his palm was tumbling, and finally out of thin air there was a four-foot-long hideous ghost-headed broadsword.

The young man bit the tip of his tongue, and with a "poof" sound, he sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on the ghost's head broadsword.

"Buzz!"

Seeing that the knife suddenly trembled, a monstrous aura emanated from his body, making people feel dizzy. A skull on the top of the hilt let out a sinister laugh.

"Die!"

The young man slashed the ghost-headed big knife in his hand across the air towards the female armorer incarnated by Biying's real person.

"Tear up!"

A ten-zhang long blood-colored sword burst out from the ghost-headed broadsword, tearing the air apart in an instant.