Dongfang Mo was amazed in his heart, when he was in the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, if the spiritual root had not mutated, he would definitely not be the opponent of this young man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, he also raised his right hand, stretched out his five fingers, and slapped his palm forward without any fancy eyes.

I saw a crystal slap and the crimson fist instantly slammed together.

"Poof!"

The next moment, the boy's body flipped out and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the mana in his body was disordered, and he was uncomfortable for a while. If it weren't for the qi on his skin that resisted most of the power of that palm, this blow would have hurt him even more.

After a few flips in mid-air, his body fell to the ground, and he kept crushing the dry bones under his feet as he pedaled backwards.

However, Dongfang Mo shook the young man back with a blow, and with a soft sound of the wave, the crimson fist that the young man had used before suddenly exploded into a blood-colored smoke, and he was caught off guard and enveloped him in it.

For a moment alone, Dongfang Mo felt that his movements were blocked, and as he breathed, the feeling of dizziness made his body shake. He didn't expect the smoke around him to be so powerful.

Then he shook, and a repulsive force squeezed the smoke three feet away.

The young man who landed in the distance saw this with joy in his eyes, and he knew that the opportunity could not be lost, and he kicked his legs against the ground.

Under his step, the dry bones under his feet turned directly into powder. Its figure rose into the sky with the help of its strength, raised the long stick in its hand, and slashed down angrily towards the cloud of smoke that enveloped Dongfang Mo.

"Poof!"

At the critical moment, two more soft sounds came, and two arm-thick vines drilled out, wrapping his legs and ankles around his ankles as fast as lightning, and dragging them down.

What is different from the previous ones is that the color of these two vines is actually a solid ink color, giving people a sense of solidity like steel bars.

The young man's figure in mid-air suddenly stumbled and was dragged downward.

"Buzz!"

When he stepped on the ground, his legs slammed. But then he was shocked to find that the two vines were not moving.

There was surprise in his eyes, and at the same time, the crimson qi on his ankles squirmed, enveloping the tangled vines.

"Woo Woo Woo!" I heard a corrosive sound.

The ink-colored vines that could be injected with vitality by Dongfang ink were not damaged at all under this corrosion.

The young man naturally couldn't give up, so he swung the long stick in his hand and waved it under him.

"Bang!"

A hard sound fell into his ears, and the two vines remained unscathed as the long stick fell.

At this point, the young man's expression finally changed greatly.

"Click!"

However, before he could react, vines emerged from under his feet, and with a twist of twists, they weaved into a withered prison full of wooden thorns, imprisoning him in it.

Hundreds of sharp wooden thorns emerged from the vines and stopped against the layer of crimson qi he had induced.

In just this moment, the young man suddenly felt the crimson qi and let out an overwhelming crunching sound, as if it would break open at any moment. At that time, the thorns will presumably tie him into a hornet's nest.

Looking at Dongfang Mo who walked out of the blood-colored smoke in front of him, he finally understood how different the strength of him and this Taoist priest was. Dongfang Mo didn't even have much magical power, so he imprisoned himself.

Thinking of this, the young man unconsciously felt a sense of frustration in his heart. Over the years, since he was able to kill the Ning Dan Realm cultivators, he began to gradually become unpopular. It seems that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and he is too arrogant.

Just when the mana in his body was agitated, the trembling qi supporting his skin would not be shattered immediately. Behind him, a tiny vine drilled out, and the spirit snake rolled up the package on his back, and then the vine grew and took the initiative to send it to Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo's mastery of wood spiritual power has reached an unbelievable level, and it is naturally a piece of cake to do this.

After holding the yellow cloth package in front of him in his hand, he clearly felt that the thing trembled more and more. There was a constant sound of running water.

At the same time, Wen Shenyu in his storage bag shook from time to time as if in response.

The young man's expression was ugly, but he didn't dare to move, just stared at Dongfang Mo gloomily.

Dongfang Mo didn't look at this person much, and now he frowned, and he was engrossed in observing the yellow cloth package in his hand.

Eventually, he reached out and took the yellow cloth off.

He saw a round pot with a strange shape presented in front of him.

The round pot is grey in color and has a small circular orifice at the top with a wooden stopper on it.

Seeing this round pot, Dongfang Mo pondered for a moment and shook the object.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Immediately, he felt that there was indeed a liquid in it that was turbulent.

Dongfang Mo didn't know what it was, but looked at the young man who had spent a lot of time grabbing him and said, "What is this thing!" ”

"Humph!"

Faced with his question, the boy snorted coldly.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed.

"Flutter!"

After the sound of flapping wings sounded, a handsome spirit beast resembling an eagle falcon suddenly appeared on the young man's shoulder.

And when he looked at the tubular pupils of this spirit beast, the young man's face turned pale for no reason, and at this time he felt that his soul was trembling. In an instant, he understood that when he couldn't move, it would be easy for the spirit beast on his shoulder to kill him.

"Say it!" Dongfang Mo said lightly.

Hearing this, the young man shook his head and smiled bitterly, knowing that he was in danger, so he finally spoke up.

"I don't know what it is."

"Huh?" Dongfang Mo's eyes were even more meaningful, obviously not believing what he said.

"Jia Moude means, I don't know the things in it." The teenager added.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about the truth or falsehood.

He could have sucked the boy directly into the Demon Suppression Diagram, and then knew the answer from his soul. But this matter is his first to seize the treasure, this young man has never provoked him from beginning to end, although he has a ruthless personality, but there are still principles that should be there.

After a moment of silence, he finally reached out and pinched the wooden cork of the orifice of the round pot.

"Wave!"

With a soft sound, he easily pulled the cork off.

Almost instantly, a milky white aura erupted from the orifice of the round pot.

These milky white aura, viscous and filamentous. When Dongfang Mo inadvertently took a sip, he suddenly felt that the eight veins of the Qi Sutra were extending in all directions, and he was about to close his eyes comfortably.

He had never seen such a strong aura in his life. Even the underground spiritual veins of the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain Range at the beginning, the spiritual energy was not viscous to this extent.

But he immediately came back to his senses, and then looked through the orifice of the round pot.

"What is this?"

When he saw the contents of the pot, a tone of surprise suddenly came.