The pain, which seemed to be inserted into his mind with his fingers, made Dongfang Mo's teeth clench, his forehead bruised, and a low roar like a beast came out of his throat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ahh

At this time, his pupils bulged, and the sweat and blood all over his body melted together, soaking the wide Taoist robe through.

"The skull is quite hard, it should be that I have cultivated some kind of technique to protect the soul."

When the old storyteller did it, but found that he couldn't successfully search for Dongfang Mo's soul, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

But the next moment, he chuckled, and the power in his hand unconsciously increased by two points.

At the same time, he saw that Dongfang Mo's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the kind of pain he endured seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Gurgling ......"

I saw that the blood in his body was flowing at an accelerated pace, like boiling water.

In the case of his heart, he is full of all kinds of negative emotions such as anger, murder, anger, etc.

"Buzz!"

In the turquoise spirit root in his body, an ink-colored gossamer burst open in an instant, dyeing his spirit root the same ink color in an instant.

In just this moment, the momentum on his body swelled, and a spiritual pressure rose from his body.

"What kind of spell is this, it can more than triple the strength." The old storyteller's palm still held Dongfang Mo's heavenly spirit deadly, but he was surprised in his heart.

"Huh!"

Dongfang Mo didn't know what this person was thinking, after the spiritual root mutated, his eyes instantly looked at this person, and his face showed a look of bared teeth.

Even though the strength of the two sides is very different, he has never been a person who commits crimes.

"Die!"

The next moment, I don't know where he got the strength, and he burst into a shout.

The words fell, and the mana in his body stirred violently.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the natal stone the size of a human head in mid-air, with a thousand momentum, fell without any fancy and smashed towards the old storyteller Heavenly Spirit angrily.

But when the natal stone was less than three feet away from the old storyteller, the corners of the old storyteller's mouth rose, and a faint blue light lit up around him.

"Bang!"

After the natal stone smashed on the blue light, it was suddenly hit hard, and it was violently ejected and smashed on the cliff next to the valley. I only heard a boom, and Yabi was smashed into a big black hole.

Looking at the old storyteller again, he didn't even blink his eyelids when he blocked this blow.

Dongfang Mo was furious, and the arm with the broken blade that was clamped shook. The mana in his body was vented out without reservation, and was frantically absorbed by the broken blade of his hand.

Now that he has broken through to the infant realm, the strength of the mana in his body is naturally unspeakable.

"Groan!"

In an instant, the silk thread on the blade suddenly lit up with golden light, and a sound of sword roar sounded in the tremor.

"Shhhh

Dongfang Mo's arm was raised, clamping the broken blade, and stabbing at the eyebrows of the old storyteller who was close at hand like lightning.

His movements in one go, because the speed was too fast, could only see a faint flash of gold.

At this time, the old storyteller finally frowned slightly, and looked a little serious.

Seeing the golden light pierce his eyebrows, his free left hand was thrown fiercely.

"Whew...... Bang! ”

The bone tooth that he grabbed turned into a black line and smashed on the side of the wall, just like Dongfang Mo's natal stone, leaving only a black hole in the wall.

Then he stretched his left hand forward.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the broken blade was less than a foot away from the center of his eyebrows, so the old storyteller used his index finger and middle finger to clamp it between his fingers to make it not move at all.

Dongfang Mo felt like stabbing a broken blade on a copper wall at this time. His arm holding the broken blade trembled, and if he could see it, he would see that most of the meridians in his arm had been broken.

"The power of this remnant is not bad, it seems that you have a lot of secrets." The old storyteller smiled slightly.

With a twist of his wrist, he directly pulled out the broken blade from Dongfang Mo's fingers. Then with a palm of his hand, the object disappeared.

"Whew!"

And as soon as he had done all this, an undetectable silver thread instantly burst out, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the center of his eyebrows.

Fortunately, the old storyteller was covered with a blue light, so the silver thread was easily blocked at a distance of three inches from the center of his eyebrows.

But even if it was blocked, the silver thread still swayed like a living thing, trying to continue to drill towards his eyebrows.

"This should be the Gusu family's unique magic weapon, Biyousi. Could it be that you have something to do with that family, not only do you have a thousand chassis in your hand, but also this thing. ”

"But no matter who you are, it's the same today. It's been so long for you, now you're going to die. ”

By the end of the day, the old storyteller had lost his patience. He opened his mouth slightly and sucked it, and Biyousi burrowed into his mouth with a "bang", and then his throat stirred, and he swallowed it.

Then he grabbed Dongfang Mo with his right hand, and slapped his left hand at the position where his dantian Yuanying was.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo was shocked in his heart, but when his body couldn't move, he could only watch the old storyteller's palm fall.

"Boom!"

When the old storyteller's palm slapped on his dantian, it made a sound like a mallet hitting the drum surface.

"Poof......

Dongfang Mo's slender body was directly beaten into a bow shape. A large mouthful of red blood spurted out, staining the teleporter in front of it red.

At this time, Yuan Ying, who was sitting cross-legged in his dantian, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and three or four fine cracks appeared on his body.

This is still the situation where he used the black rain stone to protect the dantian to death, otherwise that palm may be able to directly shoot his Yuan Ying into a mess of meat paste.

"Come, let the little old man see who you really are and how many little secrets you have."

The old storyteller seriously injured him with one palm, and at this time, he clasped his Tianling's right hand and pinched his five fingers violently.

For just a moment, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound from his mouth.

"The head is really hard enough, it seems that if you don't put in more effort, you really can't be stopped."

But when he found that Dongfang Mo's skull was as solid as stone, and he couldn't search for his soul with the power of the Infant Realm, the old storyteller snorted coldly. In the next moment, the power in his hand increased by three points again, and he used a little power of the Divine Journey Realm.

"Boom ......"

Just when the old storyteller used some of the power of the Divine Journey Realm, a muffled thunder came from the sky. Lightning swam away, shining brightly on the earth.

Immediately afterward, the bean-sized raindrops poured down, crackling on the ground, and splashed a layer of white moisture.

Feeling the pulling force on the top of his head increase again, Dongfang Mo's headache became more and more intense, and he almost fell into a state of collapse. It seems that the iron head skill of the Xiaocheng realm cannot stop this person.

"Goo!"

At the critical moment, a low cry resounded in his mind, making him who was about to pass out a little more sober.

The old storyteller subconsciously glanced at the shadow under his feet, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

With his strength, he naturally saw a spirit beast shaped like an eagle falcon, hidden in the shadows at Dongfang Mo's feet.

Just when he was amazed that the spirit beast was full of pure divine soul fluctuations all over its body.

"Whew!"

From the cuff of Dongfang Mo's right hand, a three-foot-long black whip burst out and slashed towards the old storyteller's chest.

All the means he can use have been used, and the damage to the Yuan Ying has slowed down the operation of his mana, and now only the Black Whip can stop this person for a moment. When the time comes, he will sacrifice all the means such as the Demon Sand and the Demon Suppression Diagram to see if he can delay for a while, his hope is only the teleportation array in front of him.

"Smack!"

Just as his heart was beating wildly, the next moment, a crisp sound came immediately, and then Dongfang Mo felt the top of his head loosen, and the huge force that was about to pinch his head disappeared in an instant.

Surprised, he turned his head to look ahead. I found that the old storyteller's body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The blue light on this person's body, which could block the natal stone, collapsed in an instant under his black whip. And in the place of his chest, a terrible wound emerged that almost cut him in two.

A stream of blue blood sprayed, staining the air.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo's eyes widened suddenly.

He almost subconsciously looked at the black whip in his hand, and his heart was full of astonishment.

Unexpectedly, even the natal stone, as well as the broken blade, could not hurt the old storyteller in the slightest, and under the whip of this black whip, his body was almost broken in half. At this point, you can even see his beating blue heart.

This black whip was obtained by killing a young man from the Gongsun family in the Cave Heaven Blessed Land of Taiyi Dao Palace, and this thing seems to have been discovered by the young man from the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

Over the years, he has studied this object more than once, and found that it has the characteristics of restraining the spirit, being extremely hard itself, and unable to inject mana. But I never expected that this black whip would be able to hit the old storyteller of the iQue Realm hard.

With Dongfang Mo's mind, he knew that it couldn't be the power of the black whip, otherwise he would have discovered it all these years. The only possibility is that the black whip has a restraining effect on the old storyteller. And the degree of restraint is extremely strong.

"Bang!"

After the old storyteller fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched at this time, and his face was full of pain.

But he endured the pain and raised his head, and when he saw the seemingly unremarkable three-foot black whip in Dongfang Mo's hand, his pupils shrank sharply, and he let out an unbelievable exclamation: "Nightmare Tail!"