Chapter Eighty-Six: Cocoon and Self-Restraint

Regarding the threat of the white-haired old man, Ding Qianfei and they directly ignored it. Even if they didn't kill the two elders, the situation today would be a never-ending dead end.

"Sleepy Dragon!"

Seeing the white-haired old man's menacing appearance, Ding Dansha moved her hands and formed a knot, and a light blue spiritual power came out of her body, instantly condensing into a long rope like a blue long snake, which was wrapped around the white-haired old man's body like lightning.

A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, the white-haired old man shook his arms, and the spiritual power gathered on it, and with a muffled cry, he was about to break this long rope of spiritual power. Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, his brows furrowed slightly, his toes touched the ground, and his body leaped backwards.

"Huh?"

Mu Tian, who was passing over like lightning, saw the white-haired old man suddenly retreat, a consternation flashed on his face, and he immediately turned his gaze to Ding Dansha, and said secretly: "Could it be that Sister Sasha's Dao is in this dragon rope?"

In fact, Ding Dansha is also full of question marks. Her dragon rope weakened the white-haired old man's momentum a little at most, and even his forward figure couldn't stop for a moment. However, the result in front of him made him puzzled, and he looked at the white-haired old man who had retreated in a daze.

Regarding the strangeness of the white-haired old man, Mu Tian and the others were just puzzled in their hearts, but the spirit of the Ouyang family who rushed towards Ding Qianfei and them was shocked.

The white-haired old man is in Ouyang's house, and he is second only to Ouyang Hong. He was the second master of the Ouyang family, and even when he was hit by the trapped dragon rope, he retreated sharply with a gloomy face, which showed that the power of the trapped dragon rope was not ordinary. They glanced at each other, stabilized their bodies rushing forward, and hurriedly retreated. lest he fall behind and be bound by Ding Dansha's dragon rope.

For a while, the voice was quite chaotic, and the Ouyang family's fierce attack instantly collapsed and disappeared.

Stunned for a moment, Mu Tian saw the spirits of the Ouyang family retreat one after another, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. As soon as his hands moved, two small silver needles appeared in his hands, his toes touched the ground, his body was like a lightning flash, and he quickly marked forward, and his hands were thrown out one after another, and a little silver light shot towards the Ouyang family spirit who flew back.

"Uh-huh~"

With a muffled snort, the six slightly lagging spirits fled backwards, and were stabbed by Mu Tian's silver needle. In the blink of an eye, five or six needles were struck by the six spirit beings, and the needles pierced important acupuncture points.

"Bang, bang~"

With a few sounds, the spirit of the silver needle in his body could no longer stimulate his spiritual power because the acupuncture channel was blocked, and his body flew halfway, and he fell from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. Because there was no spiritual power to protect the body, the six spirits felt the blood veins churning in their bodies, their mouths were salty, and they swallowed a mouthful of blood with one mouth.

The white-haired old man ignored the six spirits who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and he was worried about how to lift the dragon rope.

In fact, a trapped dragon rope released by a spirit person, he could easily break free. He had easily jumped once just now. But after he saw that the spiritual power released by Mu Tian had greatly increased, it left a shadow in his heart, and he was paranoid that the Ding family had hidden their strength. Mu Tian's silver ball of light contained a lightning strike, and there must be a secret hidden in this trapped dragon rope, so he didn't feel easy to break free.

After killing the six spirits in one fell swoop, Mu Tian stabilized his figure, looked at the white-haired old man, frowned, and stared at the sleepy dragon suo on his body worried. Although I don't know what the white-haired old man is thinking, this is a good opportunity to kill the spirits, as long as they knock down a few more spirits, this fight will enter Mu Tian's control, and the balance of victory will begin to tilt in their favor.

Thinking of this, Mu Tian's heart was happy, and a silver ball of light appeared on his palm again.

"Go!"

With a wave of his hand, the silver ball of light on Mu Tian's palm seemed to be someone slamming back behind it, and quickly rushed forward. The target was not the white-haired old man who was bound, but the six spirits. When the spirits saw the silver ball of light coming towards them, a trace of horror and confusion flashed in their eyes.

It was this silver ball of light, the spirit people had seen his power just now, and the palms of the white-haired old man who was a five-fold spirit master were all blown up and blurred with flesh and blood, and now if they were replaced, it would be strange if they were not seriously injured. It's just that they don't understand why Mu Tian didn't use the good opportunity to kill the white-haired old man, and killed them first. Although there were many of them, relatively speaking, the white-haired old man alone completely surpassed the strength of these six spirits.

"There's something wrong with this kid's brain, isn't it?" said a ball of light that swept towards them like lightning.

In fact, Mu Tian also planned to kill the white-haired old man first, but when he saw Ding Dansha's face, he knew that there was nothing special about that dragon rope. As for why the white-haired old pair didn't forcibly break free from his shackles, Mu Tian didn't know. But he knew that if he attacked the white-haired old man now, the white-haired old man would definitely dispel his worries and break the long rope of spiritual power to avoid a blow. In that case, Mu Tian's blow would be missed. On the contrary, it is not as good as this, the white-haired old man's life is not threatened, and he may not immediately break free from the trapped dragon rope, Mu Tian may take the opportunity to kill a few spirits and gradually eat away at the other party's strength.

"Boom!"

The silver ball of light hit a spirit person, and it immediately exploded, and the spirit person bore the brunt of it, his body was charred black, and he fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. Although he is not dead, he has lost the ability to move.

At the same time, there were also spirits standing on both sides of the spirit, although they were not injured, but the powerful blasting airflow made the qi and blood in their bodies tumble, and they almost opened their mouths to swallow a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly activated the spiritual power in their bodies to stabilize the chaotic qi and blood. However, when their faces had just returned to normal, a few small spiritual rays flashed in front of them, burrowing into their bodies from several places on their bodies. Suddenly, a huge pain came from the body to the brain, and he was busy using his spiritual power, intending to resist the pain, and as soon as the spiritual power came out of the dantian, the pain in the body doubled. A hint of horror appeared in his eyes, and he had to give up his spiritual power and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that two more spirits were stabbed by his own silver needles, he smiled slightly, and rushed forward, wanting to put down the last three spirits.

Seeing the people around him fall to the ground one by one, the white-haired old man twitched, knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, and after a while, his own people would be put down.

Thinking of this, the white-haired old pair looked down at the long blue rope on his body, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Open!"

The light blue long rope was originally weak, and it took too long to form, and now the trapped dragon rope can be said to have only one shape, and there is no half of the power to restrain it. Where did the white-haired old man break free with all his might, and as soon as he came into contact with the white-haired old man's spiritual power, he opened in response.

This hurt the white-haired old man, and the spiritual power of his whole body rushed towards the long fly, but the long rope shattered and disappeared at the first time. The remaining spiritual power quickly returned to the body because there was no goal, and it quickly traveled through the meridians. This backlash almost caused the white-haired old man to be seriously injured. Thanks to his quick enough reaction and quick stabilization of the qi and blood in his body, he was able to avoid a catastrophe.

Watching wisps of light blue spiritual power disappear in the air, the white-haired old man's old face was bulging, and his eyes glowed with anger, shooting straight at Ding Dansha in the distance.

The white-haired old man saw that there was nothing special about the sleepy dragon rope, and a sense of humiliation rose from his heart. The dignified second elder of the Ouyang family was deceived by a little girl with a heavy spiritual power, if he let several elders of the family know, how can he put his old face?

"Little girl," the white-haired old man, with a hideous face, a cold tone, and a cold voice: "When it falls into the hands of the old man, let me taste the old man's methods, and let you know the fate of playing the old man." As he spoke, a faint light flashed in his angry eyes.

Being stared at by Leng Sensen's eyes, Ding Dansha couldn't help but shudder, but a blush appeared on her pretty face, and her pitiful gaze drifted to Mu Tian's body.

Ding Dansha knew very well what the white-haired old man's methods were in his mouth, and when she thought of the humiliating scene, she wanted to tear the white-haired old man to pieces. But she hadn't lost her mind because of the atmosphere, and knew that with her own strength, rushing over could only be sent to death, so she had to pin her hopes on Mu Tian.

Hearing the white-haired old man's words, Mu Tian's heart also ignited with anger. In his heart, Ding Dansha has long been his person, and no one can be disrespectful to Ding Dansha, not even YY. What's more, when he saw Ding Dansha's tearful eyes, he didn't get angry.

He took a deep breath, turned around, fixed his eyes on the white-haired old man, and said sharply: "You, you are dead!"

"Haha~" When the white-haired old man heard this, he didn't laugh angrily, and after a while, he suppressed his smile, his face revealed a trace of cold killing intent, and he sneered: "Although you have a variety of secret methods, your cultivation is too shallow, if you are given time, the old man may not be your opponent." But now, the husband is careful to deal with it. What's so hard about beating you?"

Hearing this, Mu Tian's face froze, and his brows furrowed slightly. The white-haired old man said well, his strength is too low, and he wins again and again, all because the opponent carelessly underestimates the enemy, and now the white-haired old man has a certain understanding of him, and he no longer underestimates the enemy, and he really has no certainty of winning.

Seeing Mu Tian's uncertain face, the white-haired old man was overjoyed, and he was even more sure that Mu Tian's strength was limited, and in the face that he didn't have much chance of winning, his confidence in his heart increased greatly, and he laughed and said: "Those girls, you seem to care very much." I'll make them cool in front of you in a moment. ”