After speaking, he kept looking at Xu Mo, and saw this face in a coarse cloth coat, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and still a little childish, he also sighed and said: "Our chances of winning are not very good, and we can't escape now, because their divine sense locks on us." ”

"Sword Demon Breaks the Sky!"

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Eat Hearts!"

"Eight directions are sealed!"

"Drunkard!"

"Black and White Soul Lock!"

"Cow and horse souls!"

"A life and death!"

As the sound continued to come out, the figures of the Seven Great Dharma Phases appeared in the sky, there were cows and horses, as well as black and white impermanence, a huge judge Supreme Treasure Soul, a drunkard who was drunk with a wine jug in his hand......

With the fifth man's shake of the iron fan, layers of ripples appeared in the Bafang Void.

A gust of yin wind struck, and thousands of evil ghosts rushed out from a radius of 100 miles, all of them drilled towards the heart of Xu Mo and the others.

Two figures, one black and one white, appeared on the ground, holding the spirit banner in their left hand and holding the soul chain in their right hand towards Xu Mo's neck.

The heads of two horns emerged out of thin air, followed by a ghostly horse's face.

The huge calligraphy behind Lao Qi, which was like a pillar of heaven, danced with both hands and wrote a dead word as black as ink into the void.

The boss standing in front of Lao Qi held a red magic knife in his hand, and slashed towards Xu Mo and the others, and the sword of the sky covered the heavens and the earth, and the sword as big as a giant wheel crushed the void inch by inch.

Xu Mo looked at everything in the sky, and said to Li Zhentian with a sad face: "This, big brother, what should we do!"

He had seen this formation there, this black and white figure, it was obviously the black and white impermanence that mortals came to detain their souls after death, as well as the bull's head and horse face in the sky, these two were not the black and white impermanence of the soul envoys.

And then there is the huge brush in the sky, isn't it the judge's pen that the old people in the village often mentioned?

Xu Mo was so frightened that he almost fainted now, just because he remembered the terrible legends from the past.

"Town!"

Li Zhentian snorted lightly, and his voice exploded in Xu Mo's mind like thunder.

"By the way, what am I afraid of, I'm a mid-infancy monk, what demons and monsters are okay for mortals, but useless for cultivators!"

Xu Mo patted his chest and exhaled, shook his drowsy head and said.

Among them, the second eldest beside the third child in the sky also spit out a mouthful of black blood, looking at the young man in white coldly, obviously the damage caused to his body by the broken spell was quite serious.

Porcelain Tooth grinned like a madman and shouted: "No, this is impossible, my ten thousand ghosts devour hearts, no one can break it!"

Obviously, the sharp blow to his spirit has made his mind have been lost, unless Xu Mo is dead, otherwise his inner demons will not be eliminated.

An opened wine jar smashed towards the top of Li Zhentian's head, and when he saw this, he pinched the orchid finger with his hand unconcernedly, and flicked it towards the wine jar, and the wine jar collapsed like tofu.

The black-and-white impermanence of the chains, the faces of the bull-headed and horse-faced came to the front in unison, and Xu Mo's body and mind were suppressed and filled with the power that permeated these supernatural powers.

Li Zhentian watched the various attacks from all directions in a stern manner, not noticing Xu Mo's current situation at all, Xu Mo's face was gray, and his whole body trembled.

"As soon as the word death comes out, there is no living thing in the world!" said Lao Qi with a hideous face.

The huge coercion surged out of Lao Qi's body, proud of the past and the present, and crowned the world.

Everyone around Lao Qi felt such a strong spiritual power fluctuation, and they all showed shock, Lao Qi was not in the early stage of the transformation of the gods, but in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, which was simply incredible.

Li Zhentian's face changed suddenly, he never expected that there was also a great power in the middle of the divine transformation, and he was also annoyed at this time, wondering why he came to save the little ghost next to him as soon as he was hot.

And Xu Mo, who was beside him, was even more bitter, originally thinking that his side was a monk in the early stage of the god transformation, and the other party's seven gods, none of them exceeded the middle stage of the god transformation, and it was easy to win.

And now the situation is completely reversed, they have achieved the weak side, and the other side is simply a safe win, without any possibility of losing.

Without waiting for them to think about it, the huge word of death was close to them, and the wind blowing was like thousands of knives shuttling back and forth on their bodies, breathtaking, and they couldn't make a single action.

Seeing that this huge dead word made him powerless to resist, Li Zhentian quickly urged his divine thoughts, and the white storage bag on his waist flashed with a faint white light, and in an instant, a streamer shot out of it.

It was a crystal clear rectangular jade talisman with a forbidden spell on it that seemed to seal something.

And at this critical juncture, Li Zhentian didn't think about it so much, his divine thoughts surged towards the prohibition of the jade talisman, and his own complexion looked extremely pale in the moonlight, like white paper.

The word of death is approaching, the jade talisman is broken, and an old man with a fairy wind of bones appears, the old man is dressed in white and fluttering, with a childish face, suspended in mid-air, and has a dusty temperament like a fairy.

The old man looked at the approaching word of death, snorted dissatisfiedly, looked at the huge word of death with deep eyes, raised his hand and stretched out his finger lightly, the word of death burned itself like a tree on fire, and disappeared after a while.

"Four mid-stage gods, two god-transforming consummations, and one mid-stage god transformation, will you bully juniors, the old man will give you a big gift. The illusory old man snorted coldly, and the majestic momentum swept out, heading straight for Xiao Han, stirring up the wind and clouds in all directions.

"Immortal arts, Xingzang!"

A large area of illusory land appeared above the heads of the seven of them out of thin air, and the heavy pressure made them breathless, knowing that they were all god-transforming stage cultivators, not ordinary mortals, even so, in the face of this powerful immortal power, they felt as small as mortals.

As time passed, everyone realized that it was not a land, but a huge continent, crushing towards them, no matter how they attacked, the magic powers fell on it and only shook up a cloud of dust.

Despair, a depressed feeling filled the hearts of the six of them, and there was no longer the high spirits just now, there were only desperate and helpless expressions.

Among them, Lao Qi took a step towards the land, and said to everyone in an unusually heavy whisper: "You gather the spiritual power of your whole body in my body, I have an immortal magic power, and I must gather the strength of the six of you to use it." ”

After saying this, he saw that the eyes of the other six brothers were full of distrust, so Lao Qi shouted angrily: "It's all this time, and you are still playing intrigues, if you want to live, follow what I say." ”

Hearing this powerful shout, the six people woke up one after another, and secretly said: This old seven is a monk in the middle stage of the divine transformation, and it is estimated that there is so much hope, no matter what, the left and right are dead, try it!

They all thought of this and glanced at each other, nodded, and put their hands on Lao Qi's right shoulder, and the boss said with a wry smile: "Lao Qi, rely on you, don't die today, let you be the eldest brother!"

The colorful spiritual power was transmitted to Lao Qi's body through everyone's arms, Lao Qi's eyes flashed with a trace of lightning, and he quickly raised his right hand, and his left hand continued to punch on his right hand.

"Immortal art, a lingyin!"

An illusory big handprint appeared in front of them, galloping towards the fallen planet, condensing and growing in the process of advancing, and in the blink of an eye, a large palm of the sky slapped towards the planet.

A huge arc swept away in all directions, and the mountains and rivers touched by the arc were all turned into powder and drifted away with the wind, and the crows flying in the sky were touched by the arc, causing the flesh and blood to scatter.

When everything calmed down, the illusory old man's face turned pale, and the whole person looked a little more illusory, and the immortal magic driven by his soul power would naturally make him run out of spiritual power.

"You have such an immortal technique, this spirit seal and even the ancients can be used, it is said that it has long been extinct, it seems that this time you have to break through the heartache of the lower realm!" The old man shook his head lightly and sighed, he was originally a divine thought, and this time he played such a powerful blow, it was time to dissipate.

Lao Qi's hair was scattered, covered in blood, he straightened up little by little, and with dim eyes, he scanned everyone as if he was a demon, and there was a sense of gloom.

Now his body was in tatters, his breath was disordered, and the other six were gone, and he didn't know where to go.

"Let's go, ahem!"

Li Zhentian pulled Xu Mo and ran away into the distance, constantly bumping and bumping on the road, Lao Qi looked at this scene coldly, raised a palm print condensed by spiritual energy between his hands, and grabbed Xu Mo and Li Zhentian in vain.

Looking at the illusory palm in the sky, Li Zhentian raised his palm and imprinted it, and then spurted out hot blood, flying backwards for more than 800 zhang, and Xu Mo raised his fist and smashed it towards the illusory palm print.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only the illusory palm prints that gradually turned into fragments like broken porcelain, Xu Mo also withdrew his fist and looked at his fist in astonishment.

And Lao Qi, who seemed to be hanging in the air just now, is now "plopping", falling to the ground, and unable to stand up for a long time.

"Go and kill him, just now we slapped him, and neither of us can use spiritual power now. ”

Li Zhentian's voice sounded in Xu Mo's ears, very hurried and anxious.

Xu Mo was not ambiguous, and immediately ran to Lao Qi's side, stretched out his palm, lit a point of fiery red spiritual light, and condensed towards his palm.

Lao Qi, who fell to the ground and sensed this scene, hurriedly said to Xu Mo: "You, you can't kill me, my cousin 'Lang Yu' won't let you go, but the law enforcement elder of the Taiwu Immortal Sect." ”

Hearing his threatening words, Xu Mo hurriedly accelerated the condensation of the flame in his hand, sensing the approaching crisis, and said in an instigating voice: "Kill me, kill me, in the fairy world, you can't survive, and Cousin Lang Yu will not let you go." ”