Mo Qiuzi obviously has a deeper understanding of the bloodline of the little book demon than Ding Xing.

But he is well-informed, which does not mean that he can defeat Ding Xing and successfully take Jin Chitai into his pocket.

He originally thought that with the imprisoned magic power of the little ink demon, he could catch Ding Xing off guard, but he didn't expect Ding Xing to have a similar countermeasure.

He saw that the little ink demon was easily intercepted and was no longer able to make contributions, so he took out a dark stone inkstone, and there was ink circulating in the inkstone.

However, as he ran the hexagram, the stone inkstone began to scatter golden light, and the ink in the inkstone splashed violently, and a golden ink bead the size of a grain of rice jumped up.

I saw him open his mouth and blow, and the golden ink beads broke through the air and fled, gradually dissolving in mid-air, condensing into the shadow of an ink beast like a tiger and a leopard, and rushed straight to Ding to wake up.

When Ding Xing was casting his inkstone, the magic axe in his palm had been thrown, and when the ink beast was killed, the demonic energy on the axe overflowed, and a giant lion instantly became formed, roaring at the ink beast in the sky, directly shaking it back to its original shape.

Seeing this, Mo Qiuzi's face was slightly solemn.

His move just now was just a temptation, sending an ink beast out to verify the depth of Ding Xing's mana, and now he had the most intuitive measurement.

He thought in horror: 'I look at him with the Qi Observation Technique, but he is only a mid-stage cultivator of the Xuan Fetus, why is his mana so strong? He is now in control of Jin Chitai, if I can't break his magic axe as soon as possible, Jin Chitai will have to be taken away by him!'

The battle between him and Ding Xing is quite like a race for time, whoever first takes Jinchitai as his own with the 'subtle hexagram' will win.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his finger and pointed it on the stone inkstone, and the ink beads began to splash densely, and twenty or thirty grains hung in the air in the blink of an eye.

'Go!'

He sacrificed all of them in one breath, just like sprinkling beans, and threw all the ink beads towards Ding Xing.

Divine powers manifest in an instant.

Every ink bead is an ink beast, densely surrounded by giant lions.

The lion only had one mouth, and with a roar, it could only kill four or five ink beasts at most, and by the time it regained its strength and tried to launch the sound wave, the lion body was already surrounded by heavy surrounds, and it was too tired to deal with the bite of the ink beasts, and could no longer take the initiative to attack.

Ding Xing saw this scene, secretly assessed the battle situation, with the attack power of the ink beast group, before he could take the golden pond platform, the giant lion was about to be beaten back to the original form of the magic axe by the ink beast group, and he had to use his magic power again to assist the giant lion in battle.

He looked up at the air, twelve mud soldiers were fighting with the old demon of Leyang, the old demon was holding a magic knife, almost every time he cut out, he could cut one of the mud soldiers into two pieces, but the mud soldiers had the power to heal their own injuries, and they could quickly reorganize even if they were torn apart.

For a while, the old demon of Forgotten Yang couldn't break free from the shackles of the mud soldiers, but Ding Xing didn't dare to take the liberty of transferring the mud soldiers, and the twelve troops could just trap the old devil of Forget Yang temporarily, even if one mud soldier was transferred, it would cause the old devil to get out of trouble.

Ding Xing came back, threw off his cuffs, and pinched out three blood-red spirit cloth dolls, the puppets were only finger long, and they were engraved with strange magic patterns.

This is the spoils that Ding Xing snatched from the Demon Cultivator Chao when he was in the Floating Nine Palaces, once the puppet is driven, he can summon three demon soldiers and send them to assist the giant lion, Ding Xing feels that he should be able to hold on until he takes the Golden Pond Terrace.

At this time, Ding Xing sacrificed twelve clay soldiers in a row, and had to manipulate the giant lion to fight, and the mana was already seriously consumed, and if he drove the puppet again, he would be a little stretched.

But considering this battle, just to pick up the Golden Pond Terrace, at most a stick of incense can be seen, and it is not a protracted war, he will not face the situation of mana exhaustion.

Even if Mo Qiuzi forcibly delayed him, he still had the 'Heavenly Spirit Cheese' of instantaneous mana to use, and with this spirit wine as a hole card, he would decisively sacrifice the three puppets.

In fact, this kind of puppet does not lose much mana, and it drives them mainly to rely on true blood, and the more blood and qi they have, the stronger their magical powers.

Ding Xing did not obtain the authentic puppet magic skill from Chao Xian back then, he found a similar puppet magic power through Mu Ye Lie of the Thousand Hammer Furnace Village, and after re-cultivating, he gave these three puppets a new way to control them.

He has already refined the true blood into the magic puppet in advance, just recite the secret spell, he can summon the demon soldier out, if on the way to the fight, the demon soldier is damaged, he needs to temporarily collect blood, repair the demon soldier's injury, if the demon soldier can remain unscathed, then he naturally does not need to let the true blood be lost.

I saw him lightly touch on the puppet, and the three humanoid monsters immediately pulled up and rose, jumped into the air, and had already killed the side of the giant lion, and under the three fists and two feet, the ink beast group was dispersed.

The giant lion has the demon soldier protector, and the lion's roar magic power has been able to be launched with ease, and the twenty or thirty ink beasts wandering around have been frequently collided with by sound waves, and in a moment they have all been beaten back to the original form of ink beads, one after another, and flew back into the stone inkstone.

When Mo Qiuzi saw it, he was speechless.

The 'Ink Inkstone' in his palm is a superior magic weapon that his old man Mo Feizi personally refined after he advanced to the Xuan Fetus, and the ultimate power is quite terrifying, and it can dispatch a full eighty-one ink beasts.

It's a pity that he fought too hard with the old demon of Liyang a few months ago, and he lost more than half of the ink, and he hasn't repaired it yet, so it's far from enough to deal with Ding Xing.

But if the 'Mova Yan' can't help Ding Xing, the other ink weapons on his body are even worse, the grade is too inferior, and it can't cause any damage to Ding Xing at all.

He sent a message to the old demon of Leyang: "If you continue to delay, Jinchitai will be snatched away by him, and the transaction between us will be invalidated!"

At this moment, the old demon of Forgotten Yang is also extremely depressed, if he uses a killer move, he can get rid of twelve mud soldiers, but God knows if Ding Xing still has similar paper soldier magic in his hand? His killing move is used to save his life, and he can't be wasted on the tired enemy.

He said in a sullen tone: "These mud soldiers are very evil, they can heal their own injuries, even if the old man chops them into pulp, they can still get up and intercept the old man! You better figure it out by yourself, if you really can't grab the Golden Pond Terrace, then join forces to hunt him down!"

After speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and asked more: "What you lack is the know-how, Jinchitai is dispensable! Just give Jinchitai to him, can't you focus on stealing the know-how?"

Mo Qiuzi waited for him to ask, and there was a secret plan specially prepared for him: "I also want to concentrate on snatching the trick heart, but his mana is profound, and the 'subtle hexagram power' he has used has blocked the Jinchi Terrace, and I can't take out the trick heart by myself ......alone!"

The old demon of Forget Yang asked strangely, "Unless what?"

Mo Qiuzi said bluntly: "You cooperate with me to cast spells! I have five trick hearts in my hands, and you have one in my hand, if we join forces, his 'subtle hexagram power' will be difficult to block, so that you can take out the trick heart in the stage!"

The old demon of Forgotten Yang didn't know anything about the magic power of the moon trick diagram and trick heart, and he needed to guard against Mo Qiuzi's deception, so he said: "It's not impossible to assist you in casting spells, but you need to hand over the gold pill to the old man first!"

Mo Qiuzi snorted: "Absolutely impossible! If you were me, would you take out such a valuable pill first?"