Mo Qiuzi couldn't detect Ding Xing's hiding location.

He deduced that Ding Xing's cultivation was profound, and he was probably a great master with a similar strength to the old demon of Forgotten Yang.

As everyone knows, Ding Xing used Guangyuan Lotus Platform to increase the power of the Moon Hidden Hexagram, which led to Mo Qiuzi's illusion.

In fact, Mo Qiuzi also had a bigger delusion, which made him unable to estimate Ding Xing's true strength.

Mo Qiuzi is a descendant of Momen, although he has mastered the hexagram technique, but he has not inherited a mantle of paper faction, his comprehension of the moon power is extremely shallow, only in a fur state, but the golden pond platform and the trick heart are made of spirit paper, he wants to snatch these two paper treasures, must take advantage of the full moon night.

If it was changed to daytime, he would encounter the same problem as the old demon of Forget Yang, and his practice would not have the slightest effect, so he wanted to wait until there was no one in the daytime to attack Jinchi Tai, but he couldn't do it at all.

But Ding Xing is different, Ding Xing not only has his own spirit wine 'Night White Hair', but also has the help of the little book demon to ensure that he can cast spells at any time.

It's a pity that Mo Qiuzi didn't understand the details of Ding Xing, so he wanted to join forces with the old demon of Forget Yang to snatch the Golden Pond Platform in advance.

Just time the secret between Mo Qiuzi and the old demon of Forgotten Sun.

Ding Xing is still practicing the 'subtle hexagram'.

However, after Mo Qiuzi and the old demon of Forgotten Yang quietly launched their actions, Ding Xing quickly noticed the abnormality.

Originally, the wine beasts gushing out of the Golden Pond Terrace would be randomly assigned to the thirty-six chairs of the monks, which was relatively even, and basically everyone had their share, so during the initial first round of drinking, the demon cultivators present still maintained restraint, and even if there was a scramble, there was no too bloody fighting method.

But with the start of the second round, the situation changed completely.

I don't know if it's because of the change in the ban of Jinchitai, or if someone is secretly manipulating, the wine beasts are no longer randomly assigned, but are concentrated in the hands of more than a dozen chair monks.

Some people take a lot of spiritual wine, and the rest of the people who have nothing to gain, naturally have an imbalance in their hearts.

The scramble is getting more and more intense.

Of the more than 100 demon cultivators on the entire peak, that old brother Cai was the first to die tragically, and there were ten wine beasts rushing into his arms, and he just used the magic bag to grab it in his hand, and he was attacked and killed by a group of greedy demon cultivators.

The middle-aged man and the ugly woman who accompanied Brother Cai were not spared, and died by the Jinchi Terrace one after another.

This group of demon cultivators fought to the death, and Ding Xing couldn't control it, but the flames of war had inadvertently burned in front of him, and the entire courtyard magic weapon flew wildly, causing his Moon Hidden Hexagram Technique to be almost broken.

In order not to expose his traces, Ding Xing resolutely evacuated the courtyard and flew into the air to take shelter temporarily.

At this time, overlooking the Golden Pond Terrace, Ding Xing was shocked to find that more than half of the thirty-six seats were empty, and the demon cultivators were basically fighting inside and outside the courtyard, and there were very few people who participated in the melee at present.

Ding Xing couldn't help but sigh softly.

His expression was awe-inspiring, staring straight at the inside of the golden pond, the seal inscription on the wall of the pool was faintly shining, he was slightly surprised, could it be that someone was secretly casting a subtle hexagram?

He hurriedly checked the movements of the demon cultivators around him, and first looked at the old demon who was firmly seated, but he couldn't see any signs of this demon's spell casting.

He looked around the golden pond platform, but did not find the location of the diviner.

Ding Xing secretly guessed that this diviner also used a stealth supernatural power similar to him.

He knew that he couldn't wait stupidly, if he allowed the diviner to run the 'subtle hexagram' safely, Jinchitai would disappear without a trace, and it would be extremely difficult for him to track it down at that time.

Thinking about this section, Ding Xing made a decisive move, aimed at the bottom of the Jinchi platform, split the air is a palm, and the mana poured down, and began to fight for the control of the Jinchi platform.

His casting of this spell also exposed his true body.

The old demon who was originally looking around from the side looked up at the sky suddenly, looked at Ding Xing, squinted and laughed: "I finally showed up, let the old man try how many catties and taels you have!"

He pinched his middle finger, flicked it into the air, and shot a blood-colored air current, which manifested into a skeletal qi finger halfway, cold and cold, whirring with a sound, and shot at Ding Xing like an arrow.

As a result, this skull finger, just a few feet away from Ding Xing, hit a layer of ink-colored qi wall with its stuffy head, and the finger power was also extremely domineering, and it was actually shot through with one blow, but the qi wall on Ding Xing's side was suspended layer upon layer, as if an ink gas shield was erected out of thin air.

The skull finger penetrated three or five layers of air shields in a row, and the finger power was exhausted, and it collapsed and disappeared between the ink barriers.

"This is the Nine Palaces Hexagram, and it is the best Ink Fang Nine Palaces! He can open up twenty-seven Ink Fang Enchantments outside his body, and you can't hit his physical body for a while!" Mo Qiuzi's voice suddenly sounded: "I'm here to help you!"

After saying that, he threw out a blood bead and flew around the Nine Palaces, accompanied by a blood mist gushing out, and the layers of ink suddenly collapsed and turned into nothing.

Ding Xing found that the Nine Palaces had disappeared, and hurriedly drove Mo Fang to prepare to cast the Nine Palaces hexagram again, but as a result, the hexagram power seemed to be invalid, and it could not be visible outside the body.

What the hell is that blood bead?

Ding Xing lowered his head and stared, staring at a shadow in the courtyard, and it was from that position that the blood beads jumped out, he reached out and touched his waist, and pulled out his magic axe.

That Mo Qiuzi turned a blind eye to the magic axe, and continued to say to the old demon of Forget Yang: "He is fighting with me for the Golden Pond Terrace, Forget Yang Daoyou, you don't need to work hard, just hold him off for a while, don't give him a chance to breathe, this is enough." ”

If it was just a tired enemy, it would be a piece of cake for the old demon of Forget Yang, but he looked left and right, and saw that the demon cultivators who were originally fighting in the courtyard seemed to have noticed the movement of the seal inscription in the golden pond platform, and they all turned their eyes over, and the situation gradually became more serious.

The old demon of Forgotten Yang grinned and said: "The more you cast the spell, the more conspicuous the seal text in the pond is, these fellow Daoists are all wolves, you snatch food from their mouths, they have to bite off a bite of your meat!"

Mo Qiuzi smiled indifferently: "I have a way to make them temporarily 'blind', and when they regain their eyesight, Jinchitai will fall into our hands!"

When the old demon of Forgotten Yang heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "Are you going to release that cuttlefish demon baby? I won't be able to see it then, how can I drag that monk for you!"

In the past few months, he has repeatedly fought with Mo Qiuzi, and every time he wins the critical moment, Mo Qiuzi will release a little monster to save his life, if he says which magic power he fears the most, it is undoubtedly this demon slave.

Mo Qiuzi threw an object to him: "This is a black light talisman, you can see clearly in the ink clouds with this talisman in your hand, if that monk does not have a method of restraint, maybe he will be defeated in the hands of you who are the friends of the Forgotten Yang Dao." ”

As he spoke, a black and mushy thing suddenly popped out of the shadows on the ground, cooing and cooing, and the sound was like that of a toad.

The black thing screamed, while running wildly to the ground, and the place it passed released a cloud of black ink, which was extremely fast and extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard had fallen into a pitch-black environment without five fingers, and the golden pond platform was also completely submerged.

The black thing still didn't stop, stomped his feet violently, jumped up into the air, and continued to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, the demon cultivators present had not yet captured the true appearance of the black thing, and found that the miles of space outside the peak had all fallen into the rolling black ink.