Looking at the slender filament that hit him before not far away, Dongfang Mo's face was as gloomy as water.

After thinking about it, he seemed to think of something, looked at this person and breathed and said, "You are not Mu Zhen!" ”

At this moment, he finally reacted, no wonder the previous Muzhen Holy Son died in his hands so easily, it turned out that this person was not Muzhen.

It is very likely that the real Mu Zhen has died a long time ago, and his body is occupied by the Shadow Clan in front of him, and he wants to borrow Mu Zhen's identity to attack Gu Suci.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess would not be wrong.

And as soon as he saw the Shadow Clan monk in front of him, for some reason, a person he knew quite well couldn't help but come to his mind.

"Assert ......"

Just when Dongfang Mo was thinking about whether the one he was thinking about would have something to do with the person in front of him, he only heard a cold laughter coming from the front.

Then the delicate filament squirmed, and finally turned into a blurred black shadow under his gaze.

This person only has a humanoid silhouette, and even his face is not real.

"Dongfang Mo, you do have some ability to become the Holy Son of Qingling." Then I heard the voice of the faint black shadow.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's heart jumped, "You know me?" ”

"Guess!" The man did not answer.

"Hmph, who the hell are you!" Dongfang Mo's face became more and more gloomy.

As he spoke, he took the opportunity to put away the jade bottle in his hand.

The Shadow Clan Monk looked at the jade bottle that he had put away before, to be precise, the wisp of hidden evil in the jade bottle, and then the person asked rhetorically, "Who I am is important to you!" ”

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and now he was more and more sure of this person's identity.

"But I want to learn a little bit and see who is stronger and weaker than Mu Zhen." Seeing that he didn't speak, the Shadow Clan monk said again.

"Yes! Xiaodao thinks the same way. Dongfang Mo sneered.

As soon as the words fell, I saw his heart move.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of demon souls above his head suddenly sank downward, like a black cloud pressing down, suppressing the Shadow Clan monks below.

"Boom......"

At the critical moment, the body of this shadow clan monk suddenly turned into two, two into four, and four into eight, and in just a moment, eight humanoid black shadows appeared, and then suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, these eight demon soul black shadows had already surrounded Dongfang Mo in eight different positions on the top, bottom, left and right, and surrounded him incomprehensibly.

And in the next breath, the eight figures grabbed it out of thin air at the same time, and each of them had an extra three-foot-long and two-wide long sword in his hand.

The legs of these eight people were bent, and then they were suddenly straightened, and in the sound of the eight breaking winds, they were like springs, shooting towards Dongfang Mo. Due to the different directions of the eight people, it can be said that all his ways are blocked at this time.

Hundreds of thousands of demon souls had not yet been suppressed, and as soon as the eight of them approached, they stabbed the long sword in their hands at different key points such as Dongfang Mo Tianling, Dantian, and Meixin.

"Hey, hey!"

Dongfang Mo smiled weirdly, only to see his body tremble slightly, and a faint layer of blood light flickered on his skin.

"Poof......

The next moment, with a soft sound, his dantian was suddenly pierced into a blood hole.

At this time, except for the figure holding the long sword and piercing his dantian, the other seven black shadows all burst open, turned into black smoke and dissipated, obviously these are not real bodies.

It's just that the figure that pierced Dongfang Mo suddenly raised his head, looking at the "Dongfang Mo" in front of him, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on the person's blurred face.

"Boom!"

Before this person could react, Dongfang Mo's body that had been pierced through a blood hole exploded, and a terrifying mana fluctuation suddenly swept and spread, covering a radius of 100 zhang.

The black shadow from before was the first to be drowned in it.

Looking at Baizhang away, a figure emerged like a ghost, which was the Dongfang Mo that had unleashed the golden cicada after the blood.

And under his gaze, the violent mana fluctuations in front of him gradually dissipated. But then I saw that his eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he was actually empty in the same place, and there was no human figure.

Just as his sharp gaze was glancing around, he heard a soft sound of "bang" coming from behind him.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned around, and saw a long sword getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Seeing this, he stomped on his feet, and his figure slid backwards.

However, the humanoid black shadow holding the long sword stepped on again and again at this moment, and the figure almost slid backwards against him, and the sharp tip of the sword was always less than a foot from the center of his eyebrows. As long as he dared to slap it, the longsword had the posture of piercing his skull.

At the last moment, Dongfang Mo's throat agitated, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Whew!"

Blood burst out and stabbed straight into the eyebrows of the humanoid black shadow.

At such a close distance, this person is almost unavoidable.

"Bang!"

The moment the black shadow of the human figure paused, its body suddenly exploded, turning into a puff of black smoke the size of a zhang.

Bloodshot through the black smoke and vanished into the far void.

Dongfang Mo's body was stunned, and he looked at the Shadow Clan monk who turned into black smoke in front of him, and for a while he only felt that this person was extremely difficult.

So without thinking about it, he took off a spirit insect bag from his waist and shook it violently.

"Boom la la ......"

The moment a large black and white two-color spirit insect was sacrificed, it immediately flapped its wings and flew up, and under the control of Dongfang Mo, it rushed towards the black smoke in front of it.

And when he saw this scene, the black smoke was just stunned for a moment, and then a strange laugh came out of it. Immediately, Dongfang Mo saw that the black smoke did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to meet the many spirit insects, and the two collided together in an instant.

Then came a scene that shocked him.

I saw that the moment the black smoke and the insect swarm collided together, the lead immediately spread, enveloping tens of thousands of spirit insects in it.

Dongfang Mo could still hear the buzzing sound of insects at first, but the next moment the sound of insects suddenly disappeared and became extremely silent.

"Not good!"

For a moment, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Just as he thought of this, he saw a burst of black smoke rushing towards him. In the same place, the corpses of tens of thousands of spirit insects were suspended in mid-air, and none of them were still alive.

The group of mutant spirit insects raised by Dongfang Mo was the only one who had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill at the beginning, and he used a secret technique to directly kill them on a large scale, and in addition, even if he was a Dao Breaking Realm cultivator, he could not kill these mutated spirit insects so easily.

However, before he could be frightened, black smoke had already rushed in front of him. And turned into a big hand with black gas condensation, and grabbed him fiercely.

Under this grasp, the void appeared slightly distorted, which was enough to see how terrifying the power of this blow was.

"Whew!"

Dongfang Mo flicked his fingers, and a yellow pillar of fire erupted from the tip of his index finger, burning on this big black qi hand without any fancy fancy.

"......"

Then I heard the sound of a soldering iron sinking into the ice water.

"Damn, it's a fiery spirit!"

In the next breath, there was a sound of anger in the big black hand, and then the big black hand burst open again, and pulled away. In the blink of an eye, it appeared dozens of feet away, and condensed into a humanoid black shadow.

Now this person was slightly panting, and his blurred face was shocked and angry.

Dongfang Mo didn't mean to say much to this person, and at this time, in the midst of a roar, hundreds of thousands of demon souls finally suppressed it, enveloping him and the Shadow Clan monks in front of him.

One by one, the hideous demon souls turned into afterimages, and they all drowned towards this person.

It's just that the Shadow Clan monk not only turned a blind eye to this scene, but also showed a strong mockery in his eyes.

Then Dongfang Mo saw that this person's figure was not moving, and he let many demon souls drown him, and for a while, there was a shocking fluctuation of the divine soul from in front of him.

"Impossible!"

It was only three or five breaths of effort, Dongfang Mo exclaimed.

It turned out that from among the countless demon souls in front of him, the Shadow Clan monk walked out as if he was taking a leisurely walk.

Many demon spirits tried to burrow into this person's body, but this person was like a shadow, and countless blurs could only easily shuttle through his body, and could not stay for half a moment.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo immediately reacted, the Shadow Clan monks had no entity, in a sense, they were also the body of the divine soul, or the body of the illusory.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the ghost drawing talisman, thinking that when he was in Sanqing Ruins, he was able to kill the Shadow Clan monk by relying on the ghost drawing talisman. For the Shadow Clan monks, this thing has an absolute restraint effect.

But when he fell into the sandstorm with Ying Liang in the fire desert, the ghost painting talisman was lost, and I don't know if it fell into Ying Liang's hands.

Based on Dongfang Mo's understanding of the Shadow Clan monk, if the mutant spirit worm and the demon suppression diagram were ineffective against this person, then most of the people in his hands who could restrain this person were probably only the cluster of yellow flames in his body.

"No, maybe you can try it!" But then he thought of something, and said in his heart.

Just when his face was a little ugly, the Shadow Clan monk in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand, and this person pinched his fingers and said something silently.

With the muffled sound of the incantation, a circle of sound waves spread out in all directions, and all the demon souls that were touched exploded in the screams of terror, and could no longer coalesce.

"Look for death!"

Dongfang Mo was furious, he flipped his hand and took out an object, and then his arm bent and threw it, and with a "whoosh", the object suddenly shot towards the Shadow Clan monk in front of him.

Although he didn't see what it was, the Shadow Monk's reaction was not unpleasant, and the man pointed far ahead.

"Whew!"

A sharp sword aura burst out from his fingertips.

With a "bang", the thing sacrificed by Dongfang Mo was instantly hit, and then exploded.

It turned out to be a jade bottle, and there was a sticky black blood in the jade bottle.

The moment the jade bottle exploded, the black blood in it suddenly vaporized, and it was caught off guard, enveloping the Shadow Clan monk in front of it.

"Ahh

The next moment, I heard the screams of the Shadow Clan monk.