Dongfang Mo stepped into an attic beside him, and then he pulled out the storage bag on his waist.

Just as he was about to throw the storage bag into the air, there was a trace of divine power from the storage bag, and suddenly it burrowed into his palm.

This trace of divine power went down his arm and directly submerged into his sea of consciousness. Then from Dongfang Mo's mind, a picture appeared.

In the picture, it is he who passes through the obstruction on the mouth of the storage bag and appears inside the storage bag.

This place is like a vast space that stretches for an unknown amount of time, so that people can't see the end in sight, up and down, left and right, front and back.

But in front of him, a young woman was hovering.

This woman has a cold face, an extremely slender figure, and looking at her appearance, she is a peerless beauty.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that her right arm has disappeared without a trace. In the palm of her intact left hand, a flame burned. Dongfang Mo recognized at a glance that this flame was the one that had been used by this woman after it was sucked into the storage bag in the first place, melting and sealing the ice on her body beyond the heavenly level.

At the moment of staring at this woman, Dongfang Mo's heart jumped suddenly, this half-ancestor of the Sima family was actually out of trouble.

At the same time, looking at him, the female ancestor of the Sima family, the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked up a slight smile.

Facing this woman's smile, Dongfang Mo couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and at the same time, there was a creepy feeling in his heart.

So his mind moved, trying to cut off the power of divine consciousness that had been injected into his body, so as to cut off the gaze from the other party.

But to his horror, he found that he could not do so.

Although the other party's wisp of divine consciousness power seemed weak, it had a feeling of being unstoppable.

Not only that, but the woman in the storage bag said, "I've been imprisoned for so long, so it's better to open the storage bag." ”

This woman's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, and after falling into Dongfang Mo's ears, Dongfang Mo nodded subconsciously.

At this moment, his eyes were a little wooden, and then he uncontrollably agitated the mana in his body and injected it into the storage bag.

With the agitation of the mana in his body, this time the storage bag actually absorbed his mana.

And the female half-ancestor of the Sima family inside had words in her mouth.

Suddenly, the fluctuations emanating from the storage bag in Dongfang Mo's hand continued to surge out wave after wave. It swept through the attic, creating a howling wind.

The wind also blew out of the attic gate and swept through the street beyond the gate.

The mana that Dongfang Mo injected into the storage bag became more and more turbulent, and in the end, there was an uncontrollable momentum.

At the last moment, I saw his body trembling wildly.

"Gollum!"

Then the blood in his body began to flow rapidly, and even the temperature gradually increased, like boiling water.

"Drink!"

But listening to Dongfang Mo's low roar, he finally woke up.

"Boom!"

What followed was a terrifying coercion erupting from him.

At this moment, the power of his bloodline exploded, and a fierce aura emanated from him, and at the same time, there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking at the storage bag in his hand, Dongfang Mo grinned, and then threw this object towards the top of his head. I saw the storage bag rise in the air and float above his head.

"Buzz!"

In this case, the fluctuation of the aura emanating from the storage bag fills the entire attic.

The attic where Dongfang Mo is located is dedicated to selling all kinds of magic powers, and the monks here are all cultivating in the same realm, and they are all shocked by this sudden scene.

Originally, in Dongfang Mo's opinion, the change of the storage bag would inevitably alarm these people in the attic, but it was better than taking the storage bag out on the street and getting more people to notice.

But he caused quite a stir here, so even if he didn't take it out on the street, many people noticed it and rushed to it.

When they saw the storage bag suspended above Dongfang Mo's head, everyone was surprised. Especially when they felt the amazing aura emanating from the storage bag, they all felt that there was something terrible and evil in this storage bag, and they were about to get out of trouble.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand, and a figure swept out of his cuffs, it was the puppet of the Half-Ancestor Realm.

"Hold it!"

As soon as this puppet Fang appeared, he heard Dongfang Mo roar.

Hearing this, this half-ancestor realm puppet did not hesitate at all, raised his hand, and grabbed the storage bag suspended in mid-air.

Under Dongfang Mo's gaze, the puppet grabbed the storage bag in his palm and held it tightly. Letting the astonishing fluctuations emanating from the storage bag hit him, the puppet was like a reef in the waves, unmoving.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo looked at the storage bag with an unkind expression.

A number of figures appeared at the door of the attic, and as they looked towards the place, their eyes fell on the storage bag.

This time, the secret of the storage bag is completely exposed. This made Dongfang Mo's face a little ugly.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the fluctuations emanating from the storage bag suddenly intensified by tens or hundreds of times. The coercion that had been formed shook through the interior of the attic, and the attic collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of ruins.

However, after the masonry and rubble fell, for a cultivator of the Unified Realm like Dongfang Mo, he naturally could not pose any threat. was easily blocked by the coercion on them.

When the smoke formed by the ruins gradually dissipated, almost everyone in the city noticed this place, and everyone's eyes fell on the storage bag that was grasped by the puppet of the Demi-Ancestor Realm.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

Under everyone's gaze, Dongfang Mo felt two extremely powerful divine senses sweeping over.

The masters of these two divine senses are two half-ancestors.

Through the breath of divine consciousness, Dongfang Mo also judged that one of them was Daying.

As for the other, he didn't know him.

At this moment, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

The situation in front of me is probably that the woman of the Sima family in the storage bag did this on purpose, just to cause a huge movement and attract the attention of others.

"Is it ......?"

What made him even more annoyed was that the one he didn't know among the two Demi-Ancestors spoke in an extremely surprised tone after seeing the storage bag in the hands of the Demi-Ancestor Realm puppet.

And in addition to surprise, you can also hear a little excitement and excitement.

This person was a woman, which made the memory in Dongfang Mo's mind turn quickly, recalling who the female half-ancestors in the eighteenth layer of hell were.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Suddenly, with the two figures blooming, in the middle of the city, another woman in a dark red robe appeared.

The woman in the dark red robe, with gray hair and coiled high, looked to be in her fifties, with a white horn at the center of her eyebrows.

After seeing this woman, Dongfang Mo finally remembered who this woman was, and among the more than 20 half-ancestors, there was indeed this woman.

After the two of them appeared, not only this woman, but even Dayying, when he looked at the storage bag that was grabbed in his hand by the puppet of the Half Ancestor Realm, he was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something, and his eyes were bright.

At this moment, I saw the woman's figure come towards the storage bag in the ruins that was grabbed by the puppet of the Half-Ancestor Realm.

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and there was a sharp cold glow in it, and this woman did it directly without saying a word.