A "pop! ”

A crisp voice sounded, and I saw that a blue-black strange blade was pulled out of its original form by the whisk in Dongfang Mo's hand, and was slashed away crookedly.

When this strange blade was obtained by Dongfang Mo, it was originally cyan, but later with his sacrifice and refining, it finally turned black. I didn't want to fall into the hands of the Night Spirit Clan monk now, and the color of this thing changed again.

Without waiting for Dongfang Mo to think about it, the strange blade that flew out crookedly and diagonally, with the movement of the Night Spirit Clan's fingers, seemed to disappear into the void in a flash, and disappeared from Dongfang Mo's sight again.

In the next breath, his arm that changed his expression again was raised, and there was a "snap" sound. The strange blade was flung out to the left by Dongfang Mo.

However, under the control of the Night Spirit Clan's monks, this strange blade sometimes turned invisible, and it shot at Dongfang Mo's body four times unguardedly.

Dongfang Mo's movements were also extremely fast, and the whisk in his hand was waved into white light by him, and for a while, a crisp sound sounded beside him, and he actually pulled the strange blade away again and again.

Seeing that the Night Spirit Clan monk not far away was not surprised, the next moment the corners of his mouth suddenly curled, revealing a sneering smile. Then the law in this person's hand changed, and he softly spit out the word "chop" in his mouth.

"Bang!"

For just this moment, when the whisk in Dongfang Mo's hand was once again drawn on the strange blade, at this moment, he was like being hit hard. A huge force was transmitted from the dust to his arm, and then to all parts of his body, giving him the feeling that his body was being torn apart, and his body flew upside down several feet away.

After a flip in the air, he stood in mid-air and breathed, his face flushed.

Fortunately, his physical body is strong, otherwise ordinary people will inevitably be shocked out of injury when they face this sudden move.

In an instant, he could tell that the Night Spirit Clan monk had definitely not used all his strength when he controlled this strange blade before, and now he wanted to give him a sharp blow, this person was really cunning.

Seeing that Dongfang Mo's body was unscathed after just a shock, the Night Spirit Clan's monk's expression became ugly. Although this strange blade is elusive, its effect is only better than a surprise sneak attack, and its own power is not great. That's why he made a little trick, and he didn't want to be blocked by Dongfang Mo again.

With his movements, the strange blade slammed and disappeared into the void again.

Dongfang Mo had already lost his patience, and with a wave of his left hand, a white bubble-shaped thing was sacrificed by him.

As soon as the bubble appeared, it disappeared without a trace, and when it reappeared, it silently wrapped the strange blade and fixed it in mid-air.

Even if the strange blade rushed left and right, splitting the bubble into various sharp and convex shapes, it couldn't break the object.

After imprisoning this magic weapon with a fish sac, Dongfang Mo's big hand stretched out and grabbed it in mid-air, and then his arm slammed towards the Night Spirit Clan monk.

"Whew!"

The huge natal stone roared in, and before it fell, a large shadow and strong gravity had already enveloped the person's whole body.

The monk of the Night Spirit Clan saw that the strange blade that had just arrived in his hand was imprisoned by a strange magic weapon sacrificed by Dongfang Mo, and he couldn't break free for a short time. Looking at the huge stone ball chasing down above his head, he almost didn't want to retract the magic decision, and he was about to flash to the side.

He had tasted the power of the boulder, so naturally he would not repeat the mistakes of the past, and for the gravity emanating from the boulder, the Ordinary Infant Realm Cultivator would inevitably struggle to face it. But with his strength, there is no problem in breaking free.

However, as soon as he made a move, Dongfang Mo disappeared one step ahead of him, and appeared ghostly in a position a few feet to this person's side.

At this time, he waved his hand and offered a small yellow bell, and when the small bell swelled to the size of three feet, he opened his mouth and a stone bead the size of a dragon's eye was sacrificed.

The stone bead instantly turned into the size of a human head and smashed the small yellow bell.

"Dang!"

With a deep bell ringing, a circle of black sound waves surged out from the mouth of the small yellow bell, and from the small to the large, towards the Nereiton monk.

The Dementor Bell was deliberately changed in color and appearance by him, just because it was the Qingling Dao Sect, there were many demon clan monks, if some of these people with status recognized the origin of this thing, maybe there would be some trouble.

As for the Soul Shaking Stone, it has been refined by him for so many years, and its appearance and aura have already changed greatly, so don't worry.

When he saw a circle of terrifying sound waves coming, a look of horror flashed on the night spirit monk's face, but this horror flashed and was covered up by him.

"Huh!"

Dongfang Mo only saw an afterimage in front of him, this person broke free from the gravity of the natal stone, and his body appeared in the air ten zhang away like a teleportation.

Then there was a loud "boom", and the natal stone smashed where he had stood, and the Dementor Bell struck missed.

After seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, although the fear in this person's eyes just now was well concealed, he was still aware of it, it seemed that this person was very afraid of the attack of the divine soul.

But after being poisoned by the corpse blood poison, he focused on learning about the Night Spirit Clan in the family's library pavilion, and in his understanding of the situation, he did not find that the Night Spirit monk had weaknesses or weaknesses in the divine soul, on the contrary, the soul of the Night Spirit monk was much stronger than that of the human race. After all, this is an alien race that has been cultivated in the foundation building period since birth.

He subconsciously looked at this person, and his divine sense probed and felt it slightly.

The next moment, he was surprised and showed a meaningful smile.

He cultivated the Demon Suppression Diagram, and his soul was not only traumatized once, but also used the soul refining method to refine the spirit insect mother body many times, and even stripped the soul and planted a soul killing seal on Xue Junqiong. With his attainments in the divine soul, he could see at a glance that there was something wrong with this person's divine soul.

So he was overjoyed in his heart, and the secret path had a chance.

However, the power of the Dementor Bell can only be maximized when it is close to this person, and if it is too far away, it is easy for this person to dodge, and it will not be able to inflict heavy damage on this person.

"Since you're looking for death, then I'm too lazy to deal with you."

Just when Dongfang Mo thought of this, he only heard the Night Spirit Clan monk say with a pale face.

As soon as he spoke, the sound of the spell in his mouth that belonged to the Night Spirit Clan resounded clearly throughout the entire life and death platform.

"Click!"

Under the gaze of everyone, this person opened his mouth and inhaled, and the tide of spiritual energy around him rolled towards him. At the same time, his height was raised by three feet again, and the aura of his body had also increased by as much as thirty percent.

"Drink!"

Under the seal of his hands, the person's dark pupils became deeper and deeper, and with the shaking of his tiger body, a huge humanoid phantom burst out from his body, and immediately rose to a height of more than fifty zhang.

The appearance of this humanoid phantom is the same as that of the Eidolin monks, both of them are dressed in armor, but they are extremely illusory.

When the humanoid phantom appeared, the Nerite monk stood behind him, his eyes closed and motionless.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo instantly thought of the giant ghost technique performed by Biying Zhenren back then, as well as Nangong Zheng's golden body.

"Humph!"

His mind moved, and the heavy natal stone burst into the city, smashing towards this person again. And this time, his strength exploded in an all-round way, without reservation, the huge natal stone was extremely fast, with heavy oppression, and appeared in front of the humanoid phantom in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the natal stone was coming, the humanoid phantom didn't seem to have any intention of dodging, and the person's body turned and slapped the natal stone.

With a bang, the body of the humanoid phantom trembled wildly, almost unsteady. However, after this blow, the natal stone was also pulled away by him.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Dongfang Mo was secretly surprised, it seemed to be similar to this kind of spell cast by this person, most of the power was known for strength, and he could actually fight with his natal stone.

His figure soared into the sky, appearing in front of the humanoid phantom, and with one move, the Soul Shock Stone in front of him smashed down on the Soul Bell.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The thick bell rang continuously, and circles of black sound waves headed towards the humanoid phantom cover.

However, when the black sound waves slammed into the humanoid phantom, they were blocked by his tall body, and there was not the slightest ripple that reached the Nereiton monks behind him.

Dongfang Mo had long expected this, after all, this humanoid phantom was not a divine soul body.

He flickered and disappeared again.

But this time, the moment he disappeared, the huge palm of the humanoid phantom swept towards a certain place in the void.

In an instant, Dongfang Mo's figure suddenly appeared, and looking at the palm that was grabbing him, he stepped back a little.

I wanted to get close to this person quietly, but now it seems impossible.

So he took advantage of the situation to capture the Soul Shaking Stone in front of him and pushed it forward.

"Whew!"

The human-studded soul stone and the natal stone also rose to more than ten zhang, slamming towards the humanoid phantom in front of them.

With a "bang", although the humanoid phantom body trembled wildly again, the soul stone was still slapped away by him.

Dongfang Mo sneered, and then saw that he was controlling the natal twin stones, smashing at the humanoid phantom repeatedly. The gravity on the natal stone, as well as the divine soul fluctuations on the soul shaking stone, all swung away, enveloping it.

No one knew the weight of these two boulders better than him, and if the Ordinary Infant Realm Cultivator took his full blow, most of them would surely explode into a blood mist.

Therefore, after the humanoid phantom only blocked more than ten breaths, its body almost collapsed. Behind him, the Nereiton monk, whose eyes were closed, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone in the audience saw that Dongfang Mo was able to overwhelm the Night Spirit Clan cultivator in the Divine Journey Realm, and they were shocked by his strength again.

However, Dongfang Mo was also uncomfortable at this time, just because the mana in his body was frantically consuming.

And as time passed, Dongfang Mo was shocked to notice that after the Night Spirit Clan monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, this person's aura was gradually rising, although the speed was slow, but it was extremely stable.

Frightened, he jerked his head up at the sky above him, only to see that night was already falling.

"It's late!"

Just as he was guessing something, the Night Spirit monk in the air in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo saw the humanoid phantom that was more than fifty feet tall and almost collapsed, and his body became like a substance in the click.

And in the night around him, there seemed to be an invisible force that restrained him, making him feel like he was stuck in water, and his every move was blocked. The most terrifying thing is that this resistance is still rising.

"No wonder it's called the Eidolins." Dongfang Mo muttered.

He had seen a few words in a book in the Library Pavilion that the strength of the Night Spirit Clan monks would increase by a few points when night came.

"That's not right!"

But immediately, he frowned, because even if the strength of the Night Spirit Clan cultivator would increase greatly at night, it would definitely not rise to such an exaggerated level like the person in front of him.

Looking at the humanoid phantom whose aura was almost close to the middle of the Divine Journey Realm, his eyes flashed fiercely.

No matter how powerful this person is, the hardness of his body cannot be compared to the Demon Pole Iron engraved with spirit patterns.

With a flip of his palm, he put away the Dementor Bell in front of him and the dust whisk in his hand.

Under the pinching of his fingers, the yellow flames burning behind him spread out like waves of fire.

"Hula!"

In the blink of an eye, the sea of fire covered the entire life and death platform, blocking everyone's view.

The surroundings were filled with dazzling flames, and Dongfang Mo finally felt that the viscosity around him had subsided a lot.

The Nereiton monk and the humanoid phantom in front of him, although they were in the sea of fire, there was a layer of black light around them to block the flames.

"When death is on the verge of death, what's the use of struggling." In Dongfang Mo's ears, the voice of the Nerein monk sounded.

"Hehe, if Daoyou is in his heyday, you and I are really not necessarily victorious. But now that you have suffered the pain of the separation of the divine soul, and you don't have a magic weapon in your hand, it is already an overestimation of you to be able to exert sixty percent of your strength. I really don't know where you got your confidence. Dongfang Mo pursed his lips.

"Junior, what are you talking nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Night Spirit Clan's monk's tone was not only extremely angry, but when this person spoke, his eyes also glanced through the sea of fire, intentionally or unintentionally, in the direction of the old way that was sitting cross-legged in the air.

"It's nothing, just casually." Dongfang Mo chuckled.

"I didn't expect that your strength is not high, but your eyesight is good, since you already know, then I can't leave you now." The Monk of the Nerite Clan.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo did not speak, obviously losing interest in answering this person. He glanced around, and he could see the people outside the altar through the sea of fire, but these people might not be able to see him, this was his intention.

His right hand stretched out, flattened, and a cloud of pitch-black liquid flowed from his cuff.

At this moment, the magic pattern on his body swam faster, and a strange power different from mana brewed in his body, slowly injecting the liquid in his hand.

Suddenly, I saw that the black liquid separated into tiny raindrops on its own.

These raindrops were suspended in front of Dongfang Mo, although the surface was extremely round, but there was a sharp and domineering aura on them, which made people dare not look at them directly.

After feeling this sharp breath, a little excitement appeared in Dongfang Mo's eyes. He directly released a small half of the demon yuan in his body into the black rain stone in front of him, and in an instant, these raindrops jumped like rain after a long drought, and seemed to be extremely cheerful.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand.

"Boom......"

Countless raindrops burst forward, tearing the air apart with a rattling sound.

As early as when Dongfang Mo took out the black liquid, the Night Spirit Clan monk in front of him had a heartbeat.

Seeing countless raindrops bursting in, this person's face changed suddenly.

The humanoid phantom that was more than fifty feet tall crossed his arms in front of his chest without thinking about it.

"Puff puff ......"

However, with a series of soft sounds, the arms of the humanoid phantom, as well as the chest, were pierced with countless small holes.

"Puff puff ......"

Not only that, but there was another sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh. Behind the humanoid phantom, the Nereiton monk, whose body was like paper, had been beaten into a hornet's nest and covered with translucent holes.

Blood soaked the man in an instant.