Seeing that the Elder Dead, who was like a fierce tiger rushing out before, was nailed to the wall by the trident thrown by the monk of the Suo Yu Clan at this time, Dongfang Mo took a breath of cold air. Even if this Suo Yu Clan's cultivation realm is seriously suppressed, this person can see that he is physically cultivating, and his physical strength will not be greatly affected. A body cultivator who has reached the Half-Ancestor Realm, the strength of this kind of person is terrifying, and it is impossible to imagine how he can be his opponent.

Nangong Yurou, who was on the side, obviously thought of this as well, and this woman's face was as gloomy as water.

"Drink!"

At this moment, I heard a low roar from behind.

At this moment, the Elder Yan grabbed the trident with both hands, and under the encouragement of mana, he pulled this thing out. Then he saw the trident that pinned him to the wall, and he slowly pulled it out.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The monk grinned, his palm raised, as if he could grab the trident in the air, and then pushed his arm forward seemingly lightly.

I only heard a tooth-aching friction sound, and the trident that had been pulled out by Elder Mourning changed direction at this time, and it continued to be inserted into Elder Mourning's chest.

"Ahh

Elder Yan immediately let out a terrible scream.

This person, who was frightened, gritted his teeth at this time, and his eyes were full of madness. Then, ignoring the trident that was constantly inserted into his body, he pointed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the monk of the Suyu Clan.

"Whew!"

A black light that even a Returning Realm monk might not be able to dodge burst from the top of the oil-paper umbrella and shot towards the center of the eyebrows of the Suo Yu Clan monk.

However, in the face of this blow, the monk of the Suo Yu clan only turned to one side slightly, and the black light fell short with one blow. After shooting out of his ear, there was a "wave" and hit the whirlpool behind him.

At this time, I saw that the rapidly spinning vortex suddenly stopped, but soon continued to rotate.

The monk of the Suo Fish Clan, who turned around, watched Elder Yan flash with a murderous flash.

"you, sissy!"

After speaking, the man's wrist was weakly grasped, and then it turned.

Suddenly, I saw the trident inserted into the chest of the Dead Elder stirring at high speed. With the position of the dead elder's chest as the center, this person's body began to be torn apart from the inside out by the stirring trident, and pieces of flesh and blood spilled out of his chest, this scene looked extremely bloody.

"Sting!"

At this moment, a thin line of blood suddenly burst out from a certain location.

The sound of "ding" pierced the eyebrows of the monk of the Suo Fish Clan, and made a crisp sound. But the blow left only a small white mark on the scales of the man's eyebrows.

Take a closer look, the person who shot it was Dongfang Mo, and now he still maintains the appearance of opening his mouth abruptly.

And when he saw that he couldn't break through the defenses of the Suo Yu clan monks with a bloody blow, Dongfang Mo's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

At this time, the monk of the Suyu clan slowly turned his head and glanced at him, and this person's eyes seemed to be ignoring a small ant. For just a moment, Dongfang Mo felt a chill like falling into an ice cellar.

However, although his blood penetrating thread did not cause any damage to the monk of the Suo Yu Clan, the movement in this person's hand was still a slight pause.

Looking at Elder Yan at this time, his entire chest had almost exploded.

This person is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, and taking this opportunity, I saw him raise the oil-paper umbrella in his hand again, and with a "boom", another black light burst out.

However, this time, the target of the black light was not the monk of the Suo Fish Clan, but the puppet that was forcing the old fisherman into the corner. Under the stormy offensive of the puppet, the old fisherman had no way to retreat, and the situation was precarious.

"Poof!"

At this moment, the raindrop-like fist was falling on the puppet on the water curtain that was about to shatter in front of the fisherman, and the center of the eyebrows was instantly pierced by a fleeting black light.

Then the puppet made a move, and its aura suddenly dropped from the Great Perfection of the Returning Realm to the late stage of the Returning Realm.

After feeling the pressure disappear, the old fisherman slapped at the water curtain in front of him, and the water curtain suddenly covered forward, wrapping the puppet with a large drop in breath into the shape of an eggshell.

Not only that, but at this moment, the old fisherman raised his hands and pointed forward with ten fingers.

"Boom......"

Ten thin silver threads shot out from between his fingers, wrapping around the puppet wrapped in the water curtain.

The thin silver thread passed through the water curtain, and in an instant, the puppet was tied into the shape of a zongzi, and its hands and feet were tightly together, unable to move a bit.

The imprisoned puppet's body shook violently, but he had previously had the Great Perfection cultivation of the One Realm, and he was able to break these silver threads inspired by the fisherman's old man. At this time, its cultivation had fallen to the late stage of the Returning One Realm, and under the shock, its body only trembled wildly, but there was no sign of breaking the silver thin thread.

The old fisherman smiled grimly, and then the man burst into a loud breath and pulled the ten silver threads in his hand violently.

"Click......"

At this time, I saw that the silver threads were all contracted, and each one was stretched straight, like a steel wire, and one by one gradually cut into the puppet's body, and the puppet would inevitably be dismantled in eight pieces.

Seeing this scene, the Elder of the Dead, with a "bang", his entire body exploded.

However, this was his intention, and after this person's body exploded, even the minced flesh and blood scattered below gradually evaporated in the thud, turning into a thick smoke of turquoise viscous. The smoke gathered in mid-air, and the fluctuation of Elder Death's aura could be clearly felt from it.

"The other two fellow Daoists, if you don't want to die, it's best to come out quickly, but don't have the mentality of sitting and watching the tiger fight."

At this moment, from the turquoise smoke, the voice of the Elder was heard.

And the object of this person's opening was Elder Fusang in the Dan room, and Mu Ziyu in the Dharma room.

I saw that Elder Fusang at this time had already taken a ball of light in his hand and was stepping towards the outside of the Dan Chamber.

And Mu Ziyu, this woman, turned her back to everyone at this moment, and her footsteps were still unswervingly moving forward, and it seemed that she still had to get the treasure first.

Seeing this woman's movements, everyone couldn't help but be annoyed. Even Dongfang Mo's brows furrowed slightly.

"Humph!"

Elder Yan snorted coldly, and then the thick smoke that this person turned into suddenly dispersed, and then like an expanding ball of smoke, it spread and filled the entire secret room in an instant, and in just this moment, everyone was covered in it.

Dongfang Mo and the others subconsciously stretched out a layer of Gang Qi as a defense, and then they felt a strong restraining force covering them, making them seem to be back in the treasure room again, and they became struggling.

But this restraint comes and goes faster. The next breath suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and everyone's bodies were light.

However, the monk of the Suo Yu clan who was blocked in front of the whirlpool was not like this, at this moment, a lot of smoke condensed towards this person, and Xu surrounded him, and for a while, the pressure of this person increased tenfold, and his body was greatly blocked.

"The slave family can imprison this person's actions, but you don't do it yet." I only heard the voice of the Elder Mourning coming from the thick smoke.

After hearing this person's words, Nangong Yurou took the lead in making a move, and the woman slapped her mouth, and five golden rays of light shot out from her mouth in a series, and finally suspended above her head. On closer inspection, these are five golden spikes. After the volume of each golden nail swelled to a foot, the sharp end was like a poisonous snake facing the monk of the Fish Clan.

"Demon Nail!"

After seeing these five golden spikes, Dongfang Mo couldn't hide his shock. It's just that the breath of these five spikes is exactly the same as the demon nail.

Back then, when he first saw the Demon Nail, he saw it from the Black Blood Venerable on the Low Law Star Field. At the beginning, the center of the black blood Venerable's eyebrows, palms of both hands, and soles of his feet were pierced by demon nails. sealed this person in the coffin for hundreds of years, and finally used a trick to get Dongfang Mo to pull out the demon nail for him.

And the five demon nails sacrificed by Nangong Yurou in front of him are much stronger than the five of the black blood venerable who sealed the infant realm back then.

At the moment when Nangong Yurou sacrificed five demon nails, the old fisherman clenched ten silver threads in his hand at this time, each of which exuded a sharp aura.

"Puff puff ......"

As the person pulled suddenly, with a soft sound, the puppet was instantly cut into pieces by ten thin silver threads, and sprinkled on the ground with a clatter.

At the same time, Nangong Yurou's hands opened slightly and waved forward.

"Woo Woo Blah ......"

The five demon nails floating above the woman's head dragged out five faint golden tails, and shot towards the monk of the Suyu clan in front of her, stabbing at the person's eyebrows, hands, and feet.

Seeing this, the monk of the Suyu clan grabbed into the distance, and the trident that the elder had pierced into the wall was captured by an invisible force and pulled out of the wall. With a "whoosh", the object turned into a stream of light and shot back, faster than the five demon nails.

"Smack!"

But at this moment, I heard a crisp sound.

Dongfang Mo's figure pulled out an afterimage, and appeared in the middle of the secret room like a ghost, at this time, his slender five fingers grabbed the trident, although his arm trembled wildly, but the trident could not break free from his palm.

At this time, his teeth were clenched, and the blue tendons on his forehead flare. Apparently grabbing the trident in his hand, he was under great pressure.