At this moment, the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan only felt that the Dongfang Mo in front of her, as well as the surrounding scene, had become hazy. It was as if she was about to sink into some illusory world.

Seeing the scene around her becoming more and more blurred, this woman knew that this was a precursor to the phantom array she was about to fall into under the Oriental Ink Cloth.

She had vaguely learned from Mu Zhen that the reason why Dongfang Mo was able to compete for the position of the Holy Son back then was because the sect master of the Qingling Dao Sect had no trace and personally delayed the competition for the Holy Son for dozens of hundreds of years, just to wait for him. And the reason for this is that Dongfang Mo has one of the three major mixed spirit roots, the phantom spirit root.

Mu Zhen only heard a little about this, so this woman was even more suspicious. But when she saw that Dongfang Mo was casting illusions on her at this time, this woman was finally convinced of this matter, Dongfang Mo really had a phantom spirit root.

And when she thought of the Mixed Yuan Spirit Root, and it was also one of the three Mixed Yuan Spirit Roots, this woman's heart jumped suddenly, knowing that she must not fall into the illusion under the Oriental Ink Cloth, otherwise she would probably encounter great trouble.

So she bit the tip of her tongue, and the sharp pain finally made her more and more dizzy consciousness clear.

The Holy Maiden of Mo Lan was overjoyed, and at this time, she opened her teeth lightly, and silently recited a spell that belonged to the Shadow Clan.

As the sound of the strange incantation fell, the woman felt more and more conscious, and the gradually blurred and hazy scene around her finally stopped wriggling like the picture in the water, and slowly returned to reality.

But at this moment, the woman suddenly raised her head with a sense, and saw that her eyes had returned to black Dongfang ink at some point, and appeared in front of her like a ghost, and then he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the cluster of yellow flames on the tip of his index finger towards the center of her eyebrows.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this scene, the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan screamed. The woman didn't want to raise her hand, and also pointed the black light on the tip of her index finger towards Dongfang Mo.

"Boom!"

The moment the fingertips of the two touched, there was a crisp sound of metal clashing. And with the shock of Dongfang Mo's body, the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan staggered back.

"Physical cultivation!"

At this moment, the woman looked at him in shock.

Not only that, at this time, on the tip of her index finger, the previous cluster of yellow flames was like maggots on her tarsal bones. Then there was a "whoosh" and the fire swelled, spreading down her arms and then her body.

Feeling a fierce burning pain coming from her arm, the jade arm that the woman didn't want to think about trembled, and a black gas peeled off from her arm, and the yellow flame covering her arm was also like a layer of armor, falling off her arm.

After doing all this, the next point, the figure of the Mo Lan Saint Women's Football Team swept back like a light butterfly, and appeared ten feet away in an instant.

The moment she stood still, the woman's fingers suddenly pinched. Suddenly, a lot of purple gravel floating in the air not far away like scattered sand was pulled one after another, each one of them trembled, and then exploded towards Dongfang Mo's back with a sound of breaking the air.

The speed of these purple gravels was extremely fast, and it could be said that in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo couldn't dodge at all. Countless pieces of grit crackled like rain hitting banana leaves, and fell on the blood-colored gas on his back.

For a while, I only heard the crisp sound of "ding ding".

With Dongfang Mo's strong body, at this moment, he also felt a huge force pouring from behind him, causing him to stumble forward and step on it again and again.

"Bang" stomped on the void fiercely, and after finally standing still, he suddenly raised his head to look at the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan, and his black pupils were about to appear pale again.

"I still want to play this trick!" The Holy Maiden of Moran sneered, and then her fingers continued to pinch them.

For a while, he saw the purple gravel scattered around Dongfang Mo, suddenly scattered, like a fluffy cotton ball, besieging him, and then in the swishing sound, countless purple gravel suddenly stirred, forming a tornado.

And the very center of the tornado is the Oriental ink.

At this time, the purple gravel hit the blood-colored qi around him, making a tinkling sound. Although each piece of purple gravel looks the size of a soybean. However, under the control of the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan, each purple sand has a thousand powers.

Dongfang Mo, who was wrapped in layers of it, began to tremble with blood-colored qi all over his body. The only thing he could do was to pour the mana in his body into the Shengluo Zhu, and use all his strength to induce this layer of blood-colored qi to block the attacks of the purple gravel around him.

It's just that as time goes on, it's clear that he's showing signs of inadequacy.

At this moment, the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan glanced at Dongfang Mo sarcastically, and then she glanced back at the heavy water array behind her, only to see a solemn look appear on the face of this woman's black qi condensation.

Now that her identity has been exposed, his position with Dongfang Mo is almost the same.

If it was Elder Wu who won the heavy water array, it would be fine, but if the winner was Gu Suye, even if she was magical, she would definitely not be able to escape from this person's palm.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked at Dongfang Mo with a touch of murderous intent on her face.

This woman knew that she couldn't wait any longer, and she had to kill Dongfang Mo as soon as possible, and then immediately escape from this place.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, I only heard the coquettish shout of the Holy Maiden of Molan, and then with a sound of "bang", from her heavenly spirit, a delicate filament shot out, and in an instant, it came to a height of ten zhang in the sky.

And the body that she had left in place with the condensed black qi suddenly fell into a standstill. This stillness only lasted for three or two breaths, and with a "bang", the black smoke of the human form suddenly exploded, and then like a black swimming dragon, it roared forward, submerging into the tornado formed by the purple gravel.

In just a split second, the tornado engulfed the black smoke and turned black.

"Dingding......

The grit that hit Dongfang Mo's body skyrocketed more than twice as powerful.

In just this moment, the qi around him suddenly trembled, and the blood light on it suddenly flickered.

At this time, Dongfang Mo, clenched his teeth and his face changed greatly.

The delicate filament suspended in mid-air, as if there was life at this time, looked at him from afar, who could only support him.

But if an outsider could see it, it would be a different story.

I saw a slender figure in a wide robe in mid-air, standing with his hands in his hands. This person is Dongfang Mo.

Now his pupils were still pale, and he was looking indifferently ahead.

And above his head, there was a large black tornado roaring fiercely, this tornado was made up of purple gravel and a lot of black gas.

In addition, not far in front of him, a thin filament was staring at the tornado above, and ignoring Dongfang Mo not far away.

It turned out to be the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan, who had long fallen into the illusion under the Oriental ink cloth without the slightest notice.

At this time, from Dongfang Mo's pale pupils, a strange power emanated, permeating a radius of a hundred zhang. This strange power naturally enveloped the Holy Maiden of Mo Lan in it.

At this moment, a touch of frivolity suddenly appeared on Dongfang Mo's indifferent face, and the corners of his mouth also hooked up a playful arc.

Then I saw him slowly raise his footsteps, take a step forward and fall.

Just as he made a move, the strange power that diffused from his eyes fluctuated slightly, and the illusory world around him also shook slightly.

Fortunately, as his footsteps fell steadily, the subtle fluctuations dissipated without a trace.

So he lifted the other foot and slowly fell.

Then there was a slight fluctuation around it, and then it calmed down.

It was because after Dongfang Mo cast the illusion, he could only control the illusory world he had constructed without distraction. If he made a move, the illusion he cast would inevitably be affected.

But now, he is trying to break this shackle. And from the current point of view, it seems that he has done it with the scriptures.

Next, I saw him walking with his hands behind his back, walking towards the wisp of the hidden evil aura that the Molan Holy Maiden had turned into in mid-air.

And this woman still doesn't know anything about this scene.

With just half a cup of tea, Dongfang Mo had already come to a place where this wisp of hidden evil qi was close at hand.

At this moment, he only needs to raise his hand to grasp the hidden evil aura that this woman has turned into in the palm of his hand.

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