"Fan-senpai!"

I don't know whose exclamation woke everyone up.

Before everyone could set off to check Fan Qing's state, they saw an evil cultivator flying down after him.

Mo Zhuoyu instantly recognized that it was the strange male cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period.

After the other party flew down, he didn't look at Fan Qing, who fell to the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but flew towards the group of Jindan monks.

Looking at the white bones trapped in the formation, he snorted coldly, raised his hand and attacked the formation.

The opponent seems to know more about the formation, and as soon as he makes a move, he attacks the node of the formation.

Mo Zhuoyu's heart is not good, but looking at the other party's cultivation far beyond his own, he can't do anything.

Seeing that the formation was crumbling and could be broken at any time under the opponent's hands, all the righteous path monks of the Jindan stage silently took a step back.

The joy of victory has long since receded, and now in the face of an enemy with a huge disparity in strength, everyone does not dare to act rashly.

Mo Zhuoyu retracted the Xiqin and took Su Meixue back a few steps.

Now her position is too conspicuous, and Mo Zhuoyu is worried that once the other party breaks the formation, he will turn his head and kill him.

Wake up Qin Guanyou and Zeng Ran, because of the attack of the bloody handprints, the injuries are not light now, although they have not lost their lives, but they can no longer move without authorization.

Mo Zhuoyu helped the three people together and quickly laid down a defensive formation.

As soon as she finished drawing the formation on her side, she heard the sound of a whistling wind coming towards her.

When she turned her head to look, she saw that the trap she had originally laid had been broken, and hundreds of white bones had all escaped in one go.

It's a long story, but it's only a few breaths since Fan Qing just fell.

The white bones that rushed out instantly fought with the righteous path monks of the Jindan period.

Mo Zhuoyu watched as the other party finished commanding the white bones, and then slowly turned his head to look at him.

The familiar coercion made Mo Zhuoyu know that this person was the one who had just issued a bloody handprint.

Looking closely, I found that the other party's face was not old, but the thin cheeks and slightly cricket body made the other party seem to be drooping and old.

His half-closed eyes revealed a narrow and sharp light, firmly fixed on Mo Zhuoyu's body like a poisonous tongue.

The slow movements, the waves rushing towards the layers, made Rao's heart more and more depressed.

Every cell in Mo Zhuoyu's body was clamoring to run away, but she knew that turning around and running away at this time would not help at all.

The corner of his eye glanced at the battle in the air, and the fierce mana fluctuations made Mo Zhuoyu know that it was impossible for the other party to find time to help.

In an instant, the enemy was in front of him.

The cracking of the trapped formation seems to give the other party more experience.

The defensive array was under the eyes of the other party, like a secret spread out, and there was no trace of mystery.

With a bang, a huge spiritual power directly crushed towards the defensive array, and Mo Zhuoyu ran his body method extremely quickly, but he still couldn't support the dilapidated formation.

However, in an instant, the formation shattered, and Mo Zhuoyu and the others instantly fell under the eyes of the other party.

Seeing that the other party was about to raise his palm again, Mo Zhuoyu immediately plucked the strings in his hand.

Fu Xiqin's effect on ghosts is peculiar, and it should be an attack of divine sense.

Since Li Xiao originally handed this over to her for Lin Yu's strong enemy, it would be of some use to deal with Yuanying Monk.

The rapid sound of the piano, because it was played too quickly and too quickly, made a piercing grinding sound.

Mo Zhuoyu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, but when he saw that the sound of the piano only made the other party stop for a moment, he attacked again.

The disparity in strength is too great, even if the other party shows flaws, Mo Zhuoyu is powerless to fight back.

As the other party's hands gradually raised, Mo Zhuoyu felt that the blood in his body exploded, and the hot blood seemed to be attracted, constantly impacting outward, as if he wanted to break his body.

Mo Zhuoyu thought of the dead corpse he had seen, and instantly understood that this person was the dead corpse Taoist who became the evil cultivator lord in the legend!

Knock knock, the beating heart made Mo Zhuoyu's ears sound a roar. Everything in front of him gradually blurred, and Mo Zhuoyu felt a drop of viscous liquid drip onto his lips in a trance.

The salty smell made her quickly understand.

Knowing that it was not good, Mo Zhuoyu's teeth immediately bit fiercely to the tip of his tongue. Under the stinging pain, she gained instant consciousness.

Turning his head and seeing a few people on the ground who were already bleeding, Mo Zhuoyu quickly ordered Mint and took out the Phantom Heart Bell.

When Mint heard the command, he immediately became larger, took the three unconscious people on the ground to his back, and fled into the distance in an instant.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't move, and the bell in his hand shook suddenly when the mint moved.

After having the Illusion Sect Exercises, the use of the Illusion Heart Bell is much simpler for Mo Zhuoyu, and the consumption is not as great as before.

"Bell!"

The crisp ringtone attracted the enemy's attention again, and the other party immediately blocked his hearing this time because he had suffered a loss in the sound of the piano just now.

Mo Zhuoyu was not flustered, and gently shook the bell in his hand again. The silent sound waves quietly spread out with the spiritual power.

The dead corpse Taoist stared at the bell in Mo Zhuoyu's hand, and the hands that were originally raised fell down suddenly.

Mo Zhuoyu took the opportunity to use the technique of making something out of nothing and escaped.

As soon as she left, there was a popping sound on the ground, and it sounded in place in an instant!

In the end, because the difference in strength was too great, although Mo Zhuoyu racked her brains, her illusion still failed to charm the other party for long.

The whirring wind came from behind, and in an instant, Mo Zhuoyu was grabbed back by a huge palm, and fell in front of the enemy with a bang.

"What's your name?"

Mo Zhuoyu swallowed the blood in his throat and coughed twice before he said softly, "Your Excellency, why do you care about being a nobody. ”

The internal organs were damaged, making Mo Zhuoyu's voice intermittent, like an old man in his last years.

"Heh! The temper is quite hard, originally I saw that your exercises and spells in this seat wanted to accept you as a beginner, since you are so ignorant of what to do, then don't blame this seat for being ruthless. ”

Mo Zhuoyu's rude words instantly angered the other party. The dry and slender fingers instantly grabbed Mo Zhuoyu's neck and lifted him up.

His breath was suppressed, and Mo Zhuoyu's face instantly turned red. What's even more bizarre is that drops of blood quietly flowed out of her seven orifices, and soon, she became confused due to the dual effects of suffocation and excessive blood loss.

Bright red blood dripped from Mo Zhuoyu's nose, gradually spilled over her tightly closed lips, slid down to her chin, and disappeared in an instant into the high collar of Zheng

As time passed, Mo Zhuoyu's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his blood was almost lost.

Just as she was about to separate her body and soul, a cyan light suddenly burst out from under her neck, instantly illuminating the entire ground.