After the embankment formed by the monks of the three tribes was breached, some people were pushed backwards. And some people, like Dongfang Mo, were overwhelmed by the army of the underworld and were besieged.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was surrounded by dense underworld monks, too many to count, and surrounded him impenetrably.

I saw his fingers pinching, and there were words in his mouth. The towering trees at his feet, the dense branches of which danced wildly in the wind, made a tearing sound of "swish", and one by one frantically twitched into the crowd of underworld monks who rushed towards him.

Under the slash of the silver branches, the flesh of countless underworld monks exploded and turned into broken bones in the sky, making it impossible for anyone to get close to Dongfang Mo.

However, except for Dongfang Mo, the other monks of the three clans who were under siege did not have such a strong strength to protect themselves.

Especially those cultivators of the Divine Journey Realm, at the moment when they were surrounded by the army of the underworld, they could still inspire a layer of Gang Qi as a resistance at first. However, when the dense attacks of the underworld monks fell on them, the qi or defensive means they stimulated gradually became exhausted, and finally collapsed. Then the fate of these people can be predicted, and even the souls and Yuan Ying who were killed by the bombardment could not escape.

As for the Dao Breaking Realm cultivators, in the face of the low-level cultivators of the Netherworld, they can barely protect themselves at present.

Dongfang Mo looked at the underworld monks around him who were not afraid of death and rushed towards him, his face was extremely gloomy.

The towering tree at his feet, like a guardian deity, protected him to death.

It's just that he knows very well that even if the combat power that bursts out of this towering tree now can hardly shake the monks of the One Realm, but as time goes by, when there is a high-level monk of the Netherworld, he will only have to die without a place to be buried.

Just as he thought about it, he felt waves of Dao Breaking Realm's aura fluctuations appear all around him.

And in the sharp sound of breaking the air, bone spears and bone spurs, or sharp edges, burst towards him and slashed down.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

With the whipping of the branches in the sky, the attack methods inspired by these Dao Breaking Realm cultivators were suddenly exploded. A wave of qi was formed, impacting Dongfang Mo's body, blowing his black robe up.

After this wave of attacks fell, the Infant Transformation Realm Netherworld Cultivators around him gradually transformed into Journey Realm cultivators. All fierce and abnormal rushed towards him, and after the encirclement was reduced, Dongfang Mo's pressure increased greatly.

And because the number of underworld monks was too many, it didn't take long for them to find a gap in the seemingly impermeable silver branches, and they were coming towards the east.

The mana in Dongfang Mo's body agitated, and the three natal stones seemed to spin irregularly, forming a three-stone henge to protect him firmly.

Then I heard a "bang" popping sound.

The underworld monk who was close to him was hit by three spinning natal stones, and his body exploded without exception, and turned into tiny bone residue under the fluttering silver branches.

It can be said that the silver branches inspired by the towering tree, as well as the three stone henges he sacrificed, formed two layers of protection and covered him.

It's just that Rao is like this, and the pressure on Dongfang Mo is getting bigger and bigger.

He didn't hesitate while thinking about it, only to see his fingers pinch quickly.

"Click......"

From the two arm-thick silver branches at his feet, they shot out from the gap between the three stone formations, and wrapped around a Breaking Dao Realm early stage Netherworld monk who was killing him outside the formation.

Under the contraction of the silver branches, this underworld monk holding a bone knife was dragged in front of Dongfang Mo with a hula.

This person subconsciously struggled, and slashed the bone knife in his hand towards Dongfang Mo. It was only with the contraction of the two silver branches that the hands and feet of the underworld monk were imprisoned and unable to move in the slightest.

The towering tree under Dongfang Mo's feet, after being stimulated by the law of vitality released by him, even the Netherworld monks of the Guiyi Realm could be killed, and it was naturally a matter of being able to capture the Netherworld monks who wanted to imprison this Dao Breaking Realm.

But listening to the sound of "pop", Dongfang Mo's slender five fingers covered the heavenly spirit of this underworld monk.

Then, from his mouth, he muttered an obscure incantation that belonged only to the Night Spirits.

As the sound of the incantation fell, a black aura permeated Dongfang Mo's body, and quickly burrowed into the body of the underworld monk who was imprisoned in front of him.

In the next breath, I saw that the body of this underworld monk trembled wildly, and this person's already dark body became even more dark and shiny, not only that, but there was also a thick death aura from him.

"Whew!"

But listening to a roar from the mouth of this underworld monk, this person's longevity was burning wildly, and at the same time, it stimulated three times the combat power before his death.

Seeing the underworld monk who had been hit by the soul spell, Dongfang Mo waved his hand, and the silver-white branches suddenly threw the underworld monk out and fell into many underworld armies.

"Bang ......"

Dongfang Mo had just finished all this, spinning the three stone formations around him, blasting the bodies of the underworld monks who rushed one by one.

At this time, his body trembled, and his face turned slightly pale.

It turned out that these underworld armies had already rushed to his approach. The mana in Dongfang Mo's body was frantically consuming, and he was under great pressure.

But he didn't worry too much, and instead showed a sneer.

After just waiting for a moment, he heard a roar full of anger from the underworld army outside the Three Stone Formations. Then there was a panicked shouting of killing, and a wave of violent fluctuations came.

The smile on Dongfang Mo's face was even worse, because the Soul Spell had already begun to erupt.

What followed was that the pressure around him decreased, and the number of underworld monks who collided with the Three Stone Formations began to decrease sharply.

As long as the Soul Spell erupts, it will spread at a terrifying speed, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is spread at a time.

After only a dozen breaths, there was no netherworld monk who could rush to Dongfang Mo's approach. They have been killed by the people of the same clan who have the Absolute Spirit Spell in their bodies to be extremely confused, where can they still put their minds on Dongfang Mo's body.

After the pressure was greatly reduced, Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the three rotating natal stones shrank back. was rolled into his cuffs, and then Dongfang Mo looked at the silver branches that were still dancing in the sky under his feet, and frowned slightly.

He had inadvertently stimulated this object with the law of vitality before, but now he didn't know how to take it back.

But when he thought that the towering tree under his feet was self-conscious, Dongfang Mo tried to move.

Immediately afterward, he noticed that the tree under his feet trembled slightly, and then began to shrink sharply with a click.

From thousands of zhang to thousands of zhang, then hundreds, dozens of zhang, and finally restored to the appearance of a whisk, and under his photo, he took it in his hand.

After doing all this, Dongfang Mo had to leave the land of right and wrong in a hidden step, and find a way to return to the camp of the monks of the three clans.

"Buzz!"

But suddenly, an astonishing coercion befell him.

Dongfang Mo's figure that had just been hidden suddenly appeared from the spot at this time, and was firmly fixed in place.

At this time, he looked up and saw a pink skeleton wrapped in a light veil, standing silently in front of him, staring at him with empty eye sockets.

The most important thing is that from this pink skeleton, there is actually a wave of cultivation fluctuations in the Half-Ancestor Realm.

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