Of course, the old demon of Forget Yang will not take it, but he will not be at the mercy of Mo Qiuzi: "If you don't give the old man a reassuring pill, the old man will not easily drive the trick in front of you." ”

Mo Qiuzi pondered for a moment, and then said: "I will divide the Golden Pill into two, and give you half of it first, as a reward for your auxiliary spell casting!

This concession is already the biggest compromise.

There is no reason not to agree: "You throw half a golden pill here, as long as the old man verifies the authenticity and promises to cast a spell to help you, he will never regret it!"

After saying that, he saw a golden light bypass the mud soldier formation and fly down in front of him.

He stretched out his hand to take off the golden light, and his tentacles turned into a brocade box, he opened the box and glanced at it, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, the appearance was really a gold pill, he had taken three gold pills in the past thirty years, and he was very familiar with this elixir.

For a sad monk like him who has stopped at the false pill period for a hundred or ten years, his desire for the gold pill is greater than everything, this is the best elixir known in the immortal cultivation world to impact the medicinal effect of the golden pill, although the first three times he took it, he ended up failing to rush through the level, but he was not disheartened, and always held a belief in his heart, 'As long as I take one more, I will definitely succeed!'

But faith can sometimes turn into a frustration.

This is the case with the old demon of Forgotten Yang, he thinks that the gold pill is a priceless treasure, and since Mo Qiuzi is willing to take it out, then nine times out of ten, he has the heart of the transaction.

A conspiracy is unlikely.

The old demon of Forgotten Yang collected the brocade box and took out the trick: "Mo Daoyou can say, when will we join forces?"

Mo Qiuzi remained silent: "It's now!"

I saw him pinching his fingers and flicking five red hearts hanging above his head, and there seemed to be a rule in a row: "Please forget Yang Daoist friends to drive your trick heart, stimulate the moon power in your heart, and try to sense the trick heart in the golden pool!"

The old demon of Forgotten Yang asked casually, "Is it so simple?"

Before Ding Xing and Mo Qiuzi appeared, his plan was to use this strategy of 'borrowing strength'.

Mo Qiuzi nodded: "If there is no 'subtle hexagram' running on the Golden Pond Stage, you only need to use your trick heart to succeed in picking your heart, and now we must join forces!

It is rare for the old devil to be honest once: "The old man has got half of your gold-making pill, it will definitely help you succeed, you can rest assured that the old man will not get involved in the heart of the pool!"

The key is whether he takes one trick heart or two, the effect is the same, anyway, he will eventually exchange the gold pill with Mo Qiuzi, why should he be greedy.

At the time when the two secretly hooked.

Ding Xing was already about to run the 'Entering the Micro Hexagram' again, as long as he finished the hexagram, Jin Chitai would be able to take it into his pocket, even though he saw Mo Qiuzi sacrifice the crescent moon, but he did not interfere and interrupt, but contracted the defense line and strengthened his own defense.

He couldn't guess the origin of the crescent moon, thinking that this was Mo Qiuzi's new offensive against him, so he erected the moon paper door in front of him.

Who knew what happened next, but it made Ding Xing dumbfounded, shouting incredible and grotesque.

I only listened to that Mo Qiuzi, in a slightly excited voice, and shouted loudly: "Seven trick hearts, you can finally return to your place!"

As soon as the words fell, a round of crescent moon shadows suddenly condensed above his head, half a zhang long, and the brilliance was extremely prosperous, really like the moon falling here in the sky.

In this moon shadow, seven heart knots appeared, five of which were filled with red hearts, and the remaining two knots were temporarily vacant.

And the missing heart is nearby, one heart is in the hands of the old demon who forgets the sun, and the other heart is sealed in the golden pond platform.

As Mo Qiuzi pinched his fingers and cast the spell, Moon Shadow began to erupt with surging suction.

Sou!

At the heart-shaped spring at the bottom of the golden pond, a red light rushed into the moon shadow, turning into a red heart and inlaid in the void.

At the same time, the trick in the hands of the old demon of the forgotten sun was already out of control, and as soon as it was shrouded by the suction, it seemed to teleport automatically, and it had already left his hand in an instant.

The old demon of Forgotten Yang actually guarded against Mo Qiuzi's trickery, and before assisting in casting the spell, he specially opened two layers of defensive aperture outside his body, but even so, he couldn't prevent the trick from being taken away from the air.

At this time, all the seven trick hearts returned to Mo Qiuzi's hands, his goal had been achieved, and he didn't stop at all, and shouted urgently: "Mo'er!"

When the little ink demon heard the call, the demon body collapsed into a cloud of ink mist, and suddenly reorganized and condensed on Mo Qiuzi's side, and the entire peak of the several miles of fog area, it could instantly pass through, this was its talent.

I saw it standing on Mo Qiuzi's shoulder, and with a strange scream, it turned into ink mist with Mo Qiuzi and escaped from the peak together.

After they fled, miles of fog disappeared without a trace.

The old demon of Forget Yang was deflated, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the mud soldiers, in order to stop Mo Qiuzi, he even used the only thunder escape charm on his body at any cost.

Click!

Ding Xing was shocked by the thunder, relieved himself, he hurriedly looked outside the peak, and saw that the old demon of Forget Yang had escaped four or five miles away, and went to chase and kill Mo Qiuzi angrily, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

Although that position was blocked by the Demon Cultivators, and a Whale Roar Gong was suspended to restrain teleportation, Mo Qiuzi threw out a treasure ink weapon and took the Whale Roar Gong away casually, and after a pause, he led the little ink demon to rush out of the encirclement of the Demon Cultivator.

Before leaving, he let the little ink demon spit out a few mouthfuls of ink mist, and when the old demon of Forgotten Yang caught up, the fog happened to be filled, and it happened that the sight of the old demon of Forgotten Yang was covered tightly, and when he rushed out of the fog, Mo Qiuzi had fled without a trace.

The old demon gritted his teeth, turned his head sharply, stared at the more than twenty demon cultivators wandering nearby, and asked murderously: "What do you want to do?

"No, no, no!" These group of demon cultivators shook their hands in unison, and with a bang, they collectively retreated for more than ten miles: "We are hanging out, please do it to your friends of the Forgotten Yang Dao!"

"Hmph!" the old demon shook his cuffs and swaggered away.

Stunned, no one had the courage to intercept him.

After he walked away, the demon cultivators shouted hysterically: "Which Taoist friend said earlier that he wanted to eat the old demon of Forget Yang alive?

It's just talking, but it's serious.

At this time, someone said in a round game: "Fellow Daoists, please see, Jinchitai has not been snatched away by the old demon of Forgotten Sun, let's continue to participate in the feast, the Daoyou and Ice Moth Daoists in the Empty Castle have already returned to the peak first, let's not waste any more time." ”

Earlier, the little ink demon ravaged the peak, this group of demon cultivators set up a strategy to divide the troops into four ways, Mo Qiuzi and the old demon of Forget Yang all left from the south of the peak, and Na Di Ling and the ice moth fairy were guarding the north, and they saw that the ink mist on the peak subsided, so they returned in a swarm.

Who knew that they had just approached the courtyard, but they saw the huge golden pond platform, which suddenly shrunk into a slight shape, turned into a palm-sized gold brick, flew around the air, and fell into Ding Xing's hand.

The ice moth fairy relied on the large number of people and scolded: "I don't know whether I live or die, in front of so many fellow Taoists, I dare to steal Jinchitai, do you dislike your long life?"

After that, he threw out the trap umbrella in his hand and hung it over the courtyard to prevent Ding Xing from escaping instantly.