Mo Yang's will actually made the witch refining sacrifice the last move: the third of the seven killings of Qianmo, the sickle soul banner! Suddenly, in this secret room, several tall dead spirits appeared.

Several of the necromancers are black-purple and translucent, but they are all entities! Firmly pressed Mo Yang to the ground, although Mo Yang urged the power of the Yi Vine, but the power of the necromantic was huge, and he couldn't move at all, and there were already several necromancers, who were about to attack the white lotus behind him!

And the red serrated scythe has already come to Mo Yang!

The witch refining in the distance snorted coldly, thinking to himself that my sickle soul banner was the third-ranked magic weapon in the seven killings of the Qianmo Sect, and its ability could kill gods! Even if you have the cultivation of the Yuan Infant, it will definitely make your soul fly away!

What to do, what to do! At this time, Mo Yang was like standing alone in the darkness, unable to find a trace of light, even so, Mo Yang still firmly believed that the battle would not be defeated because of this!

In less than a breath of time, Mo Yang actually found a little light in the long dark night, and this light actually came from the anti-spirit abacus in the sky above the Lingtai Purple Mansion!

This is the second time that the anti-spirit abacus has come to the Lingtai Purple Mansion to have a sense, the first time is when Bai Lian pressed the red abacus beads into his right arm, and the anti-spirit abacus seemed to be excited, as if he had seen an old acquaintance, but there was no news since then.

And at this time, the anti-spirit abacus actually moved again! Ya's yo-yo, this is the truth of adversity! I, Moyang, will never dislike you again......

Soon, the entire anti-spirit abacus seemed to be violently impacted, and the golden beads were scattered like a sprinkle of ceiling, but they were all scattered in a very regular arrangement, the first one was a bead, and the second row was seven, although the last row was the most, but Mo Yang could clearly feel that it was fifty-six beads, in this way, the anti-spirit abacus had a total of eighty-four beads in place!

However, what was excited was only the abacus bead at the front of the anti-spirit abacus, and I saw that the golden abacus bead suddenly stood out from the many beads and came to Moyang's sea of consciousness, revolving at high speed around the Holy Spirit Transformation Vine!

And on the periphery of Mo Yang's body, a golden dome was propped up, and on top of the dome, all kinds of runes flowed on it, surrounding Mo Yang and the white lotus!

With a loud "bang", the red sawtooth scythe hit the golden dome and quickly rebounded back, and those necromancers saw the shroud appear, and they also quickly dodged back, as if they were very afraid of the runes on the golden dove!

Not bad! That's how it feels! Mo Yang was stunned, and a powerful force gushed out from his left arm! At this time, Moyang has no sorrow or joy, and some are just full of killing intent!

And Mo Yang's left arm suddenly turned red, and a red cross mark appeared! This red cross mark, like two sharp knives with blood, flashed with sharp light! And that powerful force just now was the energy emanating from the red fork mark!

"How could it be! How so! "For the first time, Wu Lian felt that the other party's Mo Yang was so powerful, and for the first time, he was afraid in his heart!

Wu Lian had to comfort himself that this was not the case! It must be that the method just urged is wrong!

"Scythe Soul Banner! Go! "Wu Lian once again urged his natal magic weapon, but the ending was the same as just now! The red serrated scythe was bounced back, and the necromancers didn't dare to approach it at all!

If you look closely, Mo Yang's eyes are already full of red, and he steps forward step by step, his eyes staring directly at the witchcraft!

"It's murderous! Terrifying murderous! Wu Lian was indeed scared at this time, he knew that Mo Yang in front of him was already so strong that he couldn't recover the situation!

But I was still amazed, what kind of power was this, it was so terrifying! If he is an immortal cultivator, he should be able to feel the other party's cultivation, unless he is higher than his own cultivation, but through the initial battle, Wu Lian has already known that Mo Yang should have no cultivation at all, just like a mortal.

Since this is the case, it must be that weird method, but this method is really strange, I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never seen such an ability used by an immortal cultivator.

Wu Lian suddenly flashed a consciousness in his mind: Could it be that he used the divine power in the ancestral altar?!

At this time, Mo Yang seemed to be no longer the Mo Yang of the past, he walked step by step, like the footsteps of death.

"Lingzun ......" Bai Lian looked at Mo Yang blankly and called out his name, but Mo Yang didn't seem to hear it at all, just slowly walked towards the witch refining.

Finally, Mo Yang walked to Wu Lian's side and tilted his head, still with a joyless and sad expression, but his eyes were completely full of red!

"Ink... Moyang Daoyou, spare me... Bypass me, everything here is yours! I am willing to be your slave and give everything for you! The witch refining who used to be high above was already trembling in his legs at this time, and prayed to Mo Yang.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yang let out a cruel laugh, this kind of laughter, not only witch refining, but even the white lotus behind him felt terrified! A kind of deathly laughter.

"You, die."

Mo Yang simply spit out these two words, although he tilted his head to the other side, "Kill, kill with murderous intent." ”

The voice is small, but it is loud and ruthless.

Immediately, a red cross light flashed from the red cross mark on Mo Yang's left arm, and the cross light broke away from Mo Yang's left arm, and immediately became very huge in the air, attacking the witch refiner.

In an instant, the witch refining in front of him still had a frightened look, but his body had been divided into several pieces!

Subsequently, the original gods were destroyed!

Further back, a fleshy little doll runs backwards!

"Roundabout, Cross!"

Mo Yang spit out four more words, and suddenly, the fleshy little doll was slashed by a red light dart.

I want to say here that in fact, this fleshy little doll is the Yuan Infant of Witchcraft, when the immortal cultivator reaches the Yuan Infant stage, there will be a Yuan Infant in the body, and the Yuan Infant is the Yuan Shen of the entire immortal cultivator, and its ability will be mentioned later.

Mo Yang lowered his head and picked up the scythe soul banner that was several zhang long, and smiled slightly, "This is a good thing, the attack ability is really strong, and it may be used in the future." Then he received his own unicorn bone ring.

"Lingzun! Lingzun...."Bai Lian witnessed everything, and he couldn't understand why Mo Yang had suddenly become like this, and his strength had suddenly increased to a terrifying level!

Not only that, Mo Yang seems to have changed as a person!

On Mo Yang's side, his consciousness began to blur again, he felt that someone was calling him, and slowly turned his head, "Goddess White Lotus, I can be regarded as protecting you now..."

However, Mo Yang's aura had already been exhausted, and the red fork-shaped mark on his left arm suddenly evaporated in the air, and the golden abacus bead that was spinning at high speed in the sea of consciousness also suddenly stopped and returned to the reverse spirit abacus!

Mo Yang only felt a violent dizziness, his body seemed to be unloaded, and he suddenly spread it on the ground, closed his eyes and muttered: Goddess White Lotus, I can't do it, come and comfort me......