It was also Ding Xing and Mu Yelie who were cautious, first exploring the way with clay puppets in front of them, if it weren't for that, then it would probably be them who hit the ground at this moment.

Ding Xing saw that all the silk threads were revealed, and immediately ran the Nine Palace Hexagram, locked the entire mountain path in his Nine Palaces, and then said: "Senior brother can check it, see what kind of filigree this is, if it can be disassembled, then as soon as possible, I will cover for you!"

As he spoke, he kept a close eye on the movements around him, and once Makino Lie appeared and started to destroy the filigree, the monks who were lying in ambush were very likely to launch an attack.

Without thinking, Mu Yelie took a few steps forward and came to the silk thread closest to him: "This should be the ink silkworm demon silk, the silk thread spit out by this silkworm demon is as black as ink, hidden in the ink cloud, which is equivalent to invisibility, and the silk is extremely sharp, and the talent is shocking, once it is glued to the body, it can cut into the inner mansion in the blink of an eye, no wonder it can cut off the head of the clay man!"

He is really knowledgeable, of course, limited to the refining method, screening the spiritual materials in the world, which is a necessary ability for refiners.

He inspected the entire silk thread in its entirety, and then sent a message to Ding Xing: "These silk threads are not controlled by demon beasts, but there are monks' divine thoughts attached, once I try to cut them, the monk will definitely do it." ”

Ding Xing said: "I'm really afraid that he won't do it!"

After hearing this, Makino Lie said no more, turned over his hand and pinched out a tong, aimed at the silk thread and cut it.

Boom!

The silk thread had just been broken, but when I saw the Mofeng mountainside on the left side of the two of them, a blue light suddenly flashed, and they swooped down like arrows, with a strange sound of 'bang-la-la'.

As a result, this Qingguang Fang had only run more than ten zhang away, and his head hit a wall of air, which weakened his speed, and its initial appearance was revealed.

Ding Xing squinted and saw that it was a short chain with a dart-shaped head, two or three feet long, with a turquoise body, twisted and twisted when flying, like a small green snake.

This magic weapon has a strange shape and strange power, penetrating the first layer of the Nine Palaces Qi, the chain body is tightened, turning into a dark green short shuttle, and the breath disappears in place, and it actually exerts the power of teleportation in the air.

When it reappeared, the shuttle had already reached the side of Makino Lie, but before it could smash into Makino Lie, a paper soldier suddenly appeared on the side.

It's like lurking for a long time, pulling out a light knife full of seals, and slashing with a swing.

Click!

The blade slashed on the short shuttle, and the blow was split into two sections, and the green mangs of the shuttle body faded instantly, and the spirit was mourned and completely scrapped.

"Awesome!" A gloomy male voice immediately came from the mountainside, "One move to destroy Lao Tzu's flash chain shuttle, you are more than a group of Qiongtai monks who passed earlier, Lao Tzu will not continue to fight with you, this will remove the black shadow silk and let you go to the Moyun Nine Palace!"

"If you say you don't fight, you won't fight!" Ding Xing's figure flashed, and he had teleported to the foot of the mountain, and the Jiugongge moved with it, covering the mountainside where the gloomy male voice was located.

Ding Xinglian sent five paper soldiers, landed at the statue, smashed them with a fist, and the five statues were shattered.

"Lao Tzu said that if you don't fight, you just don't fight!" Facing the rubble in the sky, I saw a hunchbacked old man show his true body, but he didn't stop for a moment, stomped his feet, and flew into the sky, but he hit Jiugongbi head-on, and was then shocked down.

His face sank, and he stared at Ding Xing viciously: "Don't forgive, right, that Lao Tzu can't say that he is going to kill today!"

He was the first monk to enter this iceberg space, but he was born as a casual cultivator and had no ability to take treasures, so he lurked outside the mountain road and started to rob houses.

These days, he sets traps near the mountain roads, and kills him by means of plotting, but he is never willing to fight openly, once the trap is discovered, he will escape very interestingly, and then go to other mountain roads to ambush, waiting for the next target.

The monks who came here were not sure of his identity, and most of them were reluctant to chase him when they saw how quickly he slipped away.

But how did he know that he ran into a hard stubble today, Ding Xing sneaked in to save talents, only regarded him as a demon cultivator, and insisted on chasing him to the end, but Ding Xing's magical power and evil sect, and he didn't know what spell he cast, he could arrange layers of invisible qi walls nearby, which could not only intercept magic weapons, but also block his escape path seamlessly.

He felt like he had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, so in which direction should he flee?

He looked around, and saw that there was a paper figure suspended in front of him, and he was hovering around him step by step, so he simply gritted his teeth and decided to fight hard.

First, he made a talisman on his chest, set up a green circle of light outside his body, and then slapped it quickly on the bare head, and pulled out a palm-sized round shield.

He had just done these two layers of defense, and the paper soldier who had cut off the flash chain shuttle just now had already arrived in front of him, raising his knife with both hands over his head, and slashing down at the front door.

Seeing the light of the knife, the hunchbacked old man couldn't help but shrink his body, and the round shield on his head hurriedly shifted in the air, pulling out pieces of shield shadows, as if he could automatically protect the master, no matter where the paper knife slashed, the round shield could hang accurately.

Ding! Ding!

The paper knife continued to slash four or five times, and each time it was resisted by the round shield, but the shield surface showed cracks, and the spirit had been damaged.

The hunchbacked old man was already frightened at this time, and when he saw that the defense of the round shield was weakened, he threw out a fiery red spirit seal without saying a word, and floated by his side, turning into a scorching fireball, which rotated around him like a turning lamp, bringing up a layer of blazing fire.

This time the sacrificial treasure had some effect, the paper soldiers seemed to be afraid of the flames, and collectively retreated more than ten zhang, and opened the distance from him, and the sword-wielding paper soldier also wanted to escape, but he snorted angrily: "After cutting so many knives from Lao Tzu, the shield is almost destroyed, you can stay and serve Lao Tzu!"

After saying that, he shook his wrist, held up a magic ruler with glittering ink, and smashed it at the head of the paper soldier, which actually knocked the paper soldier to the ground with a foot, and the originally tall paper body instantly shrank and became the initial small piece of paper.

The hunchbacked old man stretched out his hand and pinched the piece of paper, put it in his arms, and then looked at Ding Xing coldly: "You ruined Lao Tzu's treasure Suo, Lao Tzu asked you to take a paper figure to counter, this is very fair, if you don't forgive, Lao Tzu will inevitably kill! Lao Tzu's handle can fall into the treasure ruler, even the magic weapon can fall, you give out a treasure, Lao Tzu will collect ......."

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt a strong force enveloping his body, he looked up sharply, and saw that there was a huge demonic energy giant axe, which was placed on the top of his head at some point, and he couldn't say anything, and cut it down with an axe.

He didn't have time to react at all, and he didn't know where the axe shadow was coming from, without any warning beforehand, as if it had been killed out of thin air.

This axe was extremely powerful, and the blade of the axe directly split the hunchbacked old man's body in half, and he also died without any pain.

Ding Xing looked at his bloody and miserable state, and wondered why this old man was so verbose when he was fighting?