After Mo Qiuzi finished speaking, the secret spell of sacrificing his life had already been activated.

His physical body died quickly, as if it had been corroded by some kind of ink poison, festering little by little, until it turned into a puddle of ink mist.

Drifting in the wind, like dark clouds, covering the ancestor of Hengting.

In order to avenge his teacher, he did not hesitate to take revenge on his dharma body.

Mo Qiuzi will do what he says.

He gave up his whole body of Taoism and condensed his flesh and blood into a spell 'Destroy Ink Silk', which was a spell that ended up together, similar to the 'Blood Fang Drill' cast by the Demon Cultivator Si Rong when he was in the Iceberg of the Mohe River in the past.

This method is the legacy of Moyumen, and it is passed on to Mo Fei Old Monster, this old monster died in the sneak attack of Hengting Ancestor, and it was too late to perform it before death, so Hengting Ancestor did not know much about this spell.

He saw the black clouds blowing, at first he didn't care, he was still attacking Ding Xing with all his strength, he knew that Ding Xing couldn't hold on for too long, the speed of the three-headed water Jiao breaking the palace exceeded Ding Xing's speed of the hexagram, and the nine-square grid became smaller and smaller, and when the water Jiao killed Ding Xing, he was sure that Ding Xing would be killed on the spot.

It was a matter of an instant.

He regarded Mo Qiuzi's offensive as a means to rescue Ding Xing, so he didn't pay attention to it, and only opened a wall of wind outside his body, trying to disperse the dark clouds that Mo Qiuzi sacrificed himself to manifest.

Who knew that the dark clouds were strange, and when they reached the edge of the wind wall, they collapsed and divided into thousands of ink lines, which were also like thousands of small ink snakes, all of which were extremely spiritual, and their heads penetrated into the wall, and pounced on the ancestor of Hengting from all directions.

In one fell swoop, he bullied the body of the ancestor of Hengting, and wrapped around his body violently, like wrapping a silkworm cocoon.

The ink threads were dense and tenacious, and Hengting Ancestor sensed that a strong imprisoning force was generated outside his body, and the silk threads covering his body were gradually tightening, trying to cut his flesh.

"Humph!"

Hengting Ancestor snorted lightly, and when he returned his arm, he saw the three water Jiao besieging Ding Xing, and instantly retracted two, broke through the air and escaped to him, wrapping around his arms.

The two water dragons re-evolved into water streams, melted into his skin, and spread rapidly along his arms, covering his whole body in a moment.

At this time, Hengting Ancestor was like a water man with condensed water lines, his flesh and blood were gone, and the outline of his torso was completely replaced by water.

This layer of water liquid is obviously a barrier to protect the law body, and the ink line is blocked out of the water, no matter how it shrinks and entangles, it will not hurt Hengting Ancestor in the slightest.

On the contrary, with the casting of the Hengting Ancestor, the body of the water liquid was gradually expanding, and it didn't take too long to break all the ink lines.

Mo Qiuzi has a lot of enthusiasm, but his cultivation is too low, his self-sacrifice has not hurt the Hengting Ancestor at all, and the effect is only to temporarily trap the Hengting Ancestor, so that this old monster can not continue to be powerful.

But that's enough.

Mo Qiuzi successfully forced Hengting Old Ancestor to shrink the defensive line, and the pressure on Ding Xing and the Old Demon of Forgotten Yang suddenly decreased sharply, and the two of them no longer had to be beaten passively, and they had already recovered their ability to counterattack at this time.

The old demon of Forgotten Yang broke free from the shackles of the thunder talisman first, and when he rushed out of the pit and came to the paper island, Ding Xing had also driven the ink soldiers to trap the only remaining water Jiao on the island.

The two glanced at each other, and both had the will to resist the strong enemy to the end, because they were unwilling to live up to Mo Qiuzi's feat of sacrifice.

"Mo Daoyou is a hero among people, and the old man is not as good as him!" "The old demon of Forget Yang has been in the Demon Domain for two hundred years, and he has always been good at fighting methods, and he has never done the slightest act of sacrificing himself for others.

But today, he was not prepared to make any reservations, and was determined to risk his life to fight for Ding Xing a good opportunity to destroy the enemy.

He had already seen at this time that Ding Xing had the strongest supernatural power among the three, and only Ding Xing had the ability to kill the Hengting Ancestor, but relying on Ding Xing alone was difficult to support, and he had to give Ding Xing a helping hand like Mo Qiuzi.

In this way, there is a desperate chance of survival.

He turned over and took out a throwing knife, poofed, stuck it in his chest, and then held the handle of the knife, slashing it downward, and a shocking scar suddenly appeared on his chest, and the demonic blood gushed out, showing him like madness.

He had a calm smile on his face, and said to Ding Xing: "The old man is here to break his true water law body! I hope that fellow Daoist you can wait for the opportunity to kill him!"

If he can't kill it, then die here, anyway, he doesn't have a few years to live, what's so terrible?

After that, he turned his five fingers into claws, frantically extracting the demon blood in his body, and his body fell into a shriveled state in an instant because of excessive blood loss.

As if his strength had been drained, he threw himself and sat on the surface of the lake.

His right arm was still held high, and the demonic blood was coiled in his palm, turning into a cloud of mist.

He silently recited a few words of mantra, and suddenly raised his arm and pushed it, aiming at the Hengting Ancestor Void.

The blood mist on his palm condensed into a claw shape, jumped out of the air, and when he reached the outside of Hengting Ancestor's body, a hundred and ten devil's claw shadows were differentiated, densely suspended around Hengting Ancestor, like a huge claw ball.

Hengting Ancestor felt the impact of the claw force, and hurriedly recalled the last water Jiao, circling around the claw ball, trying to break the claw blockade.

Who knew that this magic skill of the old demon of Forgotten Yang was quite mysterious, and the hundred and ten claw shadows were basically fake, and only one of the claws contained the power of his demon blood, and the rest were all hidden from people.

Shui Jiao couldn't lock the real claw in a hurry, and the attack had no effect at all.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the old demon of Forget Yang pressed his palm in the air, and the hundred claws surged together, pounced on the body of the ancestor of Hengting, and the moment he touched it, the hundred claws suddenly merged and slammed into the heart of the ancestor of Hengting.

Bang!

With this claw, the raging blood flame instantly burst up, and the water flow that protected the Hengting Ancestor quickly evaporated, and when the blood flame spread to the whole body, the body of the Hengting Ancestor began to change continuously, transforming back and forth between the flesh and blood body and the water flow body.

Seeing that the water was about to be evaporated by the blood flame, Hengting Ancestor immediately summoned the water Jiao outside the body, integrated it into the body, resisted the blood flame, and barely maintained the defense of the water body.

The Old Demon of Forgotten Sun almost drained the demon blood in his body, and used this 'Blood Flame Claw', but it was only comparable to the water body of the Hengting Old Ancestor.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly at Ding Xing: "The old man did his best, and only knocked out half of this old monster's law body!"

"Half is enough! Mo Daoyou's manifestation of the ink thread re-entangles his true body, the flaws are being revealed, and he has lost his advantage!" Ding Xing stomped his foot, and the Guangyuan Lotus Platform rose into the air.

Next, it was his turn to fight to the death with Hengting Ancestor.

And the situation on the battlefield is reversing and turning to his advantage.

'Whoa!'

'Goo!'

The little book demon and the little ink demon collided head-to-head and fused into one, and after this period of pranayama, they could already continue to perform the technique of combined attack.

When the Hengting Ancestor saw Mo Yue calling again, his face couldn't help but fall into solemnity.

The moment Mo Yue covered his body, he looked at Ding Xing's resolute gaze from afar, the more calm the opponent, the more worried he was, as Mo Yue covered his vision, he could no longer detect Ding Xing's actions, and even his heart seemed to have fallen into darkness, which was quite a bad feeling.