When Dongfang Zimo heard this, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes fell on a headless corpse.

Reaching out and grabbing it, a heavy storage bag fell into Dongfang Zimo's hand.

Shen Nian swept the storage bag, and Dongfang Zimo's face showed a look of surprise.

Not only was that magic weapon in this storage bag, but there were also a lot of spirit stones and elixirs to enhance cultivation.

Dongfang Zimo grabbed it inside, and a glittering blue sword was taken out of it.

The storage bag was put away by Dongfang Zimo.

"The power of this magic weapon is still above my golden brush, it seems that the junior brother is not blessed." Yang Chen felt the suffocating aura coming from the sword, and couldn't help but say in admiration.

"The golden pen in my brother's hand is no worse than mine, okay, let's deal with that demon first." Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly, raised his hand and made a move, and the green short blade that fell to the ground was withdrawn by him.

"This devil should have a cultivation above the golden pill, don't be careful!" Yang Chen's cold light flashed, and he rushed over with a golden brush in his hand.

That old ancestor was constantly flying out of the black qi and blasting the white jade Ruyi in the air.

Suddenly, his face sank, and when he looked back, he slapped it with a palm.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a large golden rune was shattered by the ancestor's palm.

"How is that possible!" Yang Chen looked at the ancestor with an incredulous expression, he had seen the power of this magic weapon with his own eyes, even a late-stage foundation building monk couldn't resist it, but the person in front of him easily resisted.

"That kid was killed by the two of you? What a useless guy! The Ancestor Yin Owl glanced at a certain space and said with some annoyance.

"Two fellow Daoists, come and help me! This demon is extremely powerful, and only the three of us can use the magic weapon to have a chance to fight! The corners of Zhou Yin's mouth contained bloodstains, and his face was pale and looked like he was greatly injured, but when he saw the black-robed man being killed, he was overjoyed, and then he saw the two of them holding magic weapons in their hands, which ignited hope.

"Hahahaha! Just because the three of you also want to fight with this ancestor? Even if you have a magic weapon in your hands, you have to die here today! The ancestor smiled hideously, and the next moment, his face melted into a pool of blood like a snowflake.

Seeing this, Dongfang Zimo's face was full of doubts, and his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly leaned behind Yang Chen.

"Watch your back!"

"Hahaha! Go to hell! The ancestor didn't know how to appear behind Yang Chen, and raised his claws like a sharp sword to pierce Yang Chen's stomach.

Yang Chen only felt a chill on his back, and before he had time to think about it, he sacrificed the golden brush, which swelled like a pillar.

The golden brush flew out directly by the ancestor, changed back to its original size, and fell to the ground without any aura.

Although the golden brush resisted a lot of damage, Yang Chen was still scratched by the sharp breath and made three deep marks, and the blood suddenly flowed wildly.

Yang Chen's face changed greatly, his sleeves and robes shook, dozens of talismans were still out, and after the whole person jumped backwards and kept a sufficient distance from the ancestor, he took out a few pills and took them, so that the blood on his body could be stopped.

Seeing that the blow didn't kill Yang Chen, the ancestor couldn't help but feel angry. With five fingers in his hands, a cloud of black qi condensed out in front of him, resisting those flying talismans.

"Dongfang Daoyou, do it!" Zhou Yin saw that Yang Chen was seriously injured, and he was anxious, if there was one less person, there would be no hope of survival.

Zhou Yin bit his tongue and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood towards that Ruyi.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood was absorbed by Ruyi, and it turned from white to red, and it emitted a dazzling light in a flash, and countless pillars of light shot out.

When Dongfang Zimo heard this, his face sank, and he sacrificed the cyan sword in his hand, circled around, and burst out with several sharp sword qi.

Old Ancestor snorted coldly, his body suddenly turned red, his hands raised, and countless blood beads condensed into two blood pillars and washed away.

Old Ancestor's eyes suddenly looked at a dried corpse, and a demonic qi shot out and landed on the dried corpse, and with a grasp of his five fingers, he directly held out the soul inside.

The appearance of that soul is a Confucian man.

The old ancestor recited a strange incantation, and the originally sluggish soul suddenly became hideous, and rushed towards Yang Chen, who was meditating and pranayama on the side.

Yang Chen opened his eyes indifferently, and still made a talisman disdainfully.

The talisman turned into a ball of fireball and landed on the ghost, but it didn't do much.

Yang Chen frowned, didn't care about continuing to meditate, and summoned a golden giant sword to scuffle with the ghost.

Old Ancestor sneered, and then no longer paid attention to Yang Chen's side, but looked at Zhou Yin in a line.

Zhou Yin was pale and controlled Ruyi in the sky, and suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing towards him.

"Not good!" Zhou Yin was shocked, and he couldn't continue to control Ruyi, and with a flash of light, a golden shield appeared in front of him.

I saw a big blood-colored hand silently appear behind Zhou Yin.

As soon as it was fished out, the golden shield shattered like papier-mâché in an instant.

The blood-colored big hand directly grabbed Zhou Yin to death, and when he squeezed it hard, he heard a miserable scream all around, and countless flesh and blood burst out to the ground.

The wishful magic weapon in the sky was not controlled by mana, and it fell down in a dull and dull body.

Seeing that he was about to land, he was suddenly sucked away by a gravitational force and fell into the hands of the ancestor.

"Brother Zhou!" Dongfang Zimo looked at the ball of flesh and blood in the distance in disbelief, and felt extremely sorry in his heart.

But he was also in deep danger in front of him, and after the grief, Dongfang Zimo looked solemn and glanced at the ghost who was fighting with Yang Chen on the side.

This ghost didn't know what the ancestor had done.

Unexpectedly, his strength was comparable to that of the late stage of foundation building, and Yang Chen really couldn't get out of trouble for a while.

Dongfang Zimo drove the cyan sword in the air to swing at the ghost, and the terrifying power instantly killed the ghost.

"Let's go!"

Before Yang Chen could react, he found that he was being carried by Dongfang Zimo and ran out of the cave.

"Do you think you can escape in front of this ancestor? Obediently stay and become my ghost slave! The ancestor turned into a cloud of blood mist and blocked the exit, and the blood mist condensed into a monster with a wide open mouth, wanting to swallow the two of them in one bite.

"Get out!" Dongfang Zimo roared angrily. With both hands pinching, the cyan sword flew out and slashed wildly around the monster.

Although this magic weapon was not refined by Dongfang Zimo, the instinctive power of the magic weapon still slashed this monster with a scream.

"Damn imp!" The monster let out a roar of rage, spitting out a mouthful of muddy blood and striking the cyan sword.

This sword suddenly trembled and floated in the air, Dongfang Zimo's face changed, and he found that he couldn't control this sword no matter what.

In a few moments, the cyan sword was dim and fell directly from the sky.

Dongfang Zimo hurried a little and took back the magic weapon.

"Hahahaha! I'll see how you deal with it! The scarlet monster smirked and opened its bloody jaws at the two of them again.

Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen's faces turned pale.

At this moment, Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, only to hear a "jingle bell" sound in the cave, and a small purple bell appeared in front of the monster.