The demonic soul qi that enveloped this place suddenly tumbled violently. All rushed towards Bu Zhenren, drowning him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Bu Zhenren immediately stretched out a layer of qi around him.

And when all the demon souls slammed into that layer of qi, they immediately made a thumping sound.

One is okay, but Dongfang Mo has warmed nearly a hundred demon souls, so many of them, just a moment of effort, the qi around Bu Zhenren's body began to tremble.

"Smack!"

At a certain moment, a miserable white hand slammed on the Gang Qi around Bu Zhenren's body, and with just this blow, there were some cracks in that layer of Gang Qi.

"Smack!"

After another loud bang, the layer of gang qi finally shattered, and Bu Zhenren's figure was exposed.

Under a loud roar, the purple-clothed imp disappeared into it at a gallop. Its hands were purple and violet, and it continued to attack Bu Zhenren, who was the size of an ant in front of it.

Bu Zhenren was already seriously injured, and in the face of the stormy attack of the purple-clothed ghost, his steps kept retreating.

"Hahaha......"

Dongfang Mo looked at the embarrassed Bu Zhenren, laughed loudly, and only felt unusually happy in his heart.

Seeing that this person stretched out his hand to make a move, a three-foot wooden sword was captured by him in the air and grabbed behind the palm of his hand.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand as fast as lightning.

"Poof!"

The next moment, as a black light flashed, the sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh was heard.

"Hmm!"

Bu Zhen's figure staggered, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

At this time, a bloody wound was pierced at the side of his waist, and hot blood was bubbling out.

At this time, Dongfang Mo reached out and sandwiched a strange blade between his fingers, and looked at Bu Zhenren, revealing a touch of killing intent that seemed to be substantial.

Then I saw him open his mouth and spit out.

"Whew!"

A natal stone the size of a dragon's eye shot out of his mouth, and in the next moment, it swelled to ten zhang, and smashed it at Bu Zhenren.

"Buzz!"

Before he got close, a powerful and incomparable gravity emanated from the natal stone, making Bu Zhenren's figure about to retreat in place.

"Drink!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Bu Zhenren burst into a shout, he held the peachwood sword with both hands, and slashed diagonally towards the smashed natal stone.

"Shhhh

A sharp sword burst out from the wooden sword, slashing at the huge natal stone without any fancy slash.

"Bang!"

Under this blow, although the attack of the natal stone was paused, Bu Zhenren's figure flew upside down with blood spraying wildly.

Dongfang Mo saw that this laughter became more and more rampant, he made a move in the distance, and the soul shaking stone that had been smashed on the ground before also rose to the sky, and this stone exuded a terrifying coercion, and continued to smash at Bu Zhenren.

Now that there are nearly a million demon souls around, it is whimsical for Bu Zhenren to want to escape.

Next, I saw the wild bombardment of Dongfang Mo Shuangshi, as well as the purple-clothed imp's successive hands, and Bu Zhen's figure flew out upside down again and again.

Dongfang Mo originally had a more concise way to bombard this person, but at this time, the bloodlust in his heart had been aroused, and for Bu Zhenren, he had already decided to smash this person's body first, and then extract his divine soul and refine it into a demon soul.

"Boom!"

At a certain moment, when Bu Zhenren was blown away again, he could no longer stand up.

The wooden sword in his hand fell into the distance, and the white robe on his body was also tattered.

Looking at Bu Zhenren, who had been deformed by the natal stone and the soul shaking stone in many places on his body, Dongfang Mo stepped forward.

At the same time, a vine emerged from under the Bu Zhenren, wrapping his body around him, and as the vine grew, it was lifted into the air.

"Hehe, did you ever think that you would have today." Dongfang Mo stood still ten zhang away, looked at Bu Zhenren and said.

At this time, countless demon spirits roamed around, all showing hideous expressions.

The Natal Stone and the Soul Shock Stone floated above his head and could be sacrificed at any time.

And the purple-clothed imp was suspended in the other direction of Bu Zhenren, looking at the dying person.

Today, Bu Zhenren is to put on his wings, and don't want to escape from his palm.

"Ahem, ahem...... Wow! ”

Bu Zhenren coughed violently for a while, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood with broken internal organs.

"Back then, it was regarded as the existence of ants, and the poor Dao could pinch you to death with his fingers, but today it falls into your hands, maybe it is the will of God, and the poor Dao admits it." After coughing up the blood, I listened to Bu Zhenren.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo smiled gloomily, he was indeed an ant to Bu Zhenren and others. If it weren't for a few of them who turned into an old monster in the infant realm, in order to plot the secret about the bitterness on him, they temporarily left him alive, otherwise they could kill him countless times with their breaths.

But it was precisely because he didn't take him into his eyes that he was allowed to enter the land of the ghost mound. Later, he was fortunate to meet Gusu Wan'er and was able to escape.

Thinking about the past year, Dongfang Mo's five fingers opened and pinched hard.

"Click!"

I saw that the vines that were entangled in Bu Zhenren began to shrink violently, squeezing his body to an overwhelming burden.

At this time, Bu Zhenren's face suddenly became distorted, and he looked extremely painful.

But just as the vines were about to squeeze his flesh into a puddle of flesh.

"Wave!"

I heard a soft sound.

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo was shocked to find that the vines that were wrapped around Bu Zhenren turned into pieces of spiritual light, and Bu Zhenren's body also fell down with a pop.

Dongfang Mo's eyes were cold, and he stretched out his palm, and he was about to throw the black strange blade in his hand at Bu Zhenren on the ground.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply and he stopped.

It turned out that in front of Bu Zhenren, an old man in a Taoist robe appeared as if out of thin air.

This person was a little thin, his expression was wooden, and his eyes looked at Dongfang Mo without the slightest emotion.

For some reason, the moment he saw this old man, Dongfang Mo only felt that this person gave him a somewhat familiar feeling, he was sure that he must have seen this person somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it for a while.

With his current cultivation, he won't forget it, but it's almost there. As long as it was someone he had seen and could make an impression, he would be able to remember who it was after a little thought.

And the only possibility that this person has appeared in the current situation is that he has seen it when his cultivation is low, or even when he has not even stepped into the cultivation.

And the thought just rose, and the next moment, Dongfang Mo's mouth opened wide in shock.

Because many years ago, when he was still a young child, he met an old Taoist priest when he was swaggering and cheating with his father on the rivers and lakes.

The scene of meeting the old Taoist priest left an indelible impression on Dongfang Mo. Even he knew that he was a hidden spirit root, and he knew it from the mouth of that old Taoist priest.

Although he was still young and his memory was a little vague, looking at the old man in front of him, almost subconsciously, Dongfang Mo overlapped the figures of the two.

"Little friend, how about it at this point." Just when Dongfang Mo's heart was flooded with turbulent waves, at this time, he only heard the old man in front of him say flatly.

The words, though calm, give a sense of irresistibility.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Mo didn't understand what Lao Su meant.

I saw that his gaze looked at this person, and then his face changed.

Back then, it was understandable that he couldn't see the depth of Lao Suo, but now that he is a monk in the Infant Realm, he still can't see this person's cultivation.

However, he had an intuition that this person was definitely not a Infant Transformation Realm cultivator, and that he was a Divine Journey Realm cultivator nine times out of ten.

"Why!"

Dongfang Mo looked at this person and asked rhetorically.

You must know that even if this person is a cultivator of the Divine Journey Realm, he is not afraid of him.

"Taiyi Dao Palace needs to be inherited, this person can't die." Lao Suo said.

"What does this have to do with the trail."

Maybe it's because the killing intent of Bu Zhenren in his heart has been intense to the extreme, so Dongfang Mo is still a little aggressive.

No matter how bad it is, he is not this person's opponent, and if he wants to escape, he is still seven or eight points sure.

Hearing his words, Lao Suo finally showed a chill in his unsmiling expression.

I saw him stretch out his hand like lightning and grab it at Dongfang Mo.

Fast, it's too fast.

This is the only feeling of Dongfang Mo.

"Bang!"

Between the lightning and flint, Dongfang Mo didn't even have time to make any moves, and the next moment, he was pinched in the palm of his palm by a mana condensed palm.

Dongfang Mo found that this palm was as strong as an iron tong, even with his strength, after bursting out all the mana and physical power, it was a luxury to want to move.

Ever since he stepped into the practice, he had never felt anything suffocating, but now he had a feeling of suffocation.

"This is definitely not the Divine Journey Realm!" Dongfang Mo's face turned red and looked at this person.

You must know that he has seen more than one Divine Journey Realm cultivator, but even if it is the Great Perfection of the Divine Journey Realm, in his opinion, it is impossible to have this kind of strength.

Just when he was angry in his heart, the blood in his body was flowing.

The next moment, the feeling that suffocated him suddenly disappeared.

The moment Dongfang Mo resumed his action, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the soul bell.

It's just that when he just looked up, he found a man in a robe standing silently in front of him.

The man was tall, with his hands behind his back. A long hair was draped over his shoulders, leaving only a back for Dongfang Mo.

And the moment he saw this person, the blood in Dongfang Mo's body flowed uncontrollably, and a feeling of blood boiling, Dons spread all over his body.

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