Before Mo Yi's bone knife could be cut down, a strong fierce aura approached Xie Lingyun, making him even more flustered when he couldn't perceive his surroundings.

"Slash!" Mo snorted lightly, and the bone knife slashed down, and it was close in an instant.

"Buzz!" With a trembling sound, the crimson shield released by Xie Lingyun before burst into a spiritual light, and with a rather spiritual tremble, it instantly moved from Xie Lingyun's chest to the top of his head, meeting the bone knife.

"It's such a spiritual ancient treasure, it can protect the lord by itself, but it's a pity!" Mo Yidao glanced at the crimson shield with some affection, but it was just that, and then he slashed it down.

The white bone knife and the small crimson shield collided together, and then there was no loud bang, but only a slight sound, and the small crimson shield was directly split in half, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The gloomy old man not far away, Huan Yu saw this scene, his eyes were round, such a spiritual defensive ancient treasure, it was cut in two with one face, and there was almost no room for resistance, this was too terrifying.

How could the power of that bone knife be so strong, it was invincible at all, maybe with this bone knife, Mo Yidao could protect himself under the hands of the Great Monk!

The bone knife cut off the crimson ancient treasure shield, and the power was undiminished, and it continued to slash at the top of Xie Lingyun's head, but he didn't expect that at the moment of shutdown, the ancient treasure was destroyed, Xie Lingyun had a sense, his body turned, and with the puppet of the Tai Nightmare, he fled downward, and flew more than 100 zhang before stopping.

However, at this time, Xie Lingyun's eyes were still a little dazed, obviously, he was still able to break free from the influence of the spiritual pupil technique, what he saw and perceived was still the ** illusion world, and he didn't know when and where Mo Yidao would launch a surprise attack.

Mo Yi's bone knife fell into the air, but he was not in a hurry, he smiled "Dying and struggling!" Rushing towards Xie Lingyun with the knife again, it was obvious that as a spellcaster, he still knew that Xie Lingyun had not broken free from the control of the pupil technique.

There was no doubt that Mo Yidao approached Xie Lingyun again unknowingly, holding the knife, and slashing down at the top of his head, but at this moment, he suddenly found that the corners of Xie Lingyun's mouth were hooked up a trace of arc.

Mo Yidao sensed that something was wrong, but the arrow was on the string, and he had to send it, this knife could not be recovered, he could only chop it down, he didn't believe it, Xie Lingyun's black inkstone was not returned, what secret treasure could block his bone dragon knife, or Xie Lingyun could break free from this spiritual control.

The white bone knife slashed straight down, and it was about to fall on Xie Lingyun's head, but at this moment, a snow-white broken small shield was sent by a hand, and in a slight flash, it turned into a mirror-like disc, blocking the front of the bone knife.

"Peng!" There was a loud bang, and the white bone knife stood on the mirror disc, but it was not like cutting off the crimson shield before, but like a sharp blade standing on a round small iron ball, it could collapse, but it was difficult to break in half, and the blade slid out directly along the mirror.

Not only that, but this snow-white mirror seems to have a strange anti-shock force, which can bounce back the power on the bone knife, making the white bone knife tremble.

Although the bone knife is sharp, the power of the small half is removed by the mirror, and the small half is bounced back, and the remaining edges can be followed without much effort with the snow-white small shield of expensive materials.

Mo Yidao was shocked, he really didn't expect the physical attack of the Bone Dragon Knife to be blocked by a Yuan Infant in the early stage, if it was the inkstone, it would be okay, and the result was a half-crippled snow-white shield.

This snow-white shield has such power even if it is broken, if it has not been broken, what about the power, I am afraid that even the great monks will not be able to break it!

What made Mo Yidao shocked was not only that, a silver-black iron chain appeared behind him at some point, and with a slight twist, it was connected end to end, flying all over the sky, turning into more than a hundred, forming an iron chain cage, trapping him in it.

"Break!" Mo Yidao waved the knife with one hand, and slashed at the silver-black iron chain, and then he was even more shocked, this silver-black iron chain didn't know what material it was, the bone dragon knife couldn't be broken, and it was slashed up, leaving only a pit the size of a grain of rice, and the iron chain was as thick as an adult's child's arm!

Outside, the Confucian puppet flew to the front, looking at Mo Yidao below condescendingly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and Xie Lingyun also flew over later.

"How is it possible, how did you break through the illusion of this seat!" Mo Yidao asked with a gloomy face.

Xie Lingyun glanced around, there was still a vast wasteland in front of him, and the ground was still full of corpses, but after a while, he set his eyes on a dead corpse, and in reality, Xie Lingyun was staring at Mo Yidao.

"Elder Mo's pupil technique is very tight, and his spiritual power is strong and abnormal, Xie naturally can't break it, but what the Great Elder didn't expect is that this puppet of this sect is unsullied and dustless, and it feels like it is self-generated, and now it is being refined by me, it is naturally my eyes and ears, your spiritual power has confused the monk, but how did you confuse a dead thing?" Xie Lingyun smiled, and then pinched the magic trick and summoned the black inkstone over, and at the same time urged the puppet of the Tai Nightmare to shrink the iron chain and trap the formation.

"It's a good show, but this seat was deceived by one of your juniors" Mo Yidao's face changed first, and then he sneered and said: "Hmph, but you think that this way you will divide the winner and loser, naïve!"

"Then Great Elder Mo just use his means, Xie continues!" Xie Lingyun said in a deep voice, continuing to urge the magic trick, preparing to pursue with the puppet of the Tai Nightmare.

On the other side, the hook nose and the blue-faced ghost fought vividly, although the green-faced ghost was pressed and beaten, but he would not be defeated for a while, and Huan Yu's side, he couldn't stop Yin Thirteen alone, so he had to take out the other green-faced ghost in desperation, which stabilized the situation, and he couldn't tell the winner for a while.

As for Han Ming's side, because both of them paid a lot of attention to the fight between Mo Yidao and Xie Lingyun, they also fought tepidly, the thin old man attacked with demonic energy, and Han Ming counterattacked with swordsmanship.

But later, he seemed to feel that it was a bit of a loss of face to fight with Han Ming like this, and the thin old man exerted his strength, after all, a yuan infant stage and a fake infant stage had not been taken down for so long, and if it was spread out in the future, he would not be able to ask for his face.

The thin old man took out several ancient treasures in a row, and fought with Han Ming in a different way, but in terms of fighting treasures, Han Ming was not afraid of anyone, and if the thin old man wanted to fight, he would fight, anyway, he only needed to stop the other party from going to Xie Lingyun, and Huan Yu would make trouble over there.

As a result, after fighting for a while, the thin old man's face was full of depression, a fake infant Gu Bao was more than him, and it was also advanced, if it weren't for his deep mana, he couldn't beat the other party, and the other party's net worth was much richer than him.

However, the thin old man was also a little faintly excited in his heart, if he took this kid, wouldn't these treasures have to change hands!

The thin old man withdrew the ancient treasure, took a deep breath, raised his hand suddenly, and the demonic qi all over his body gushed out, slowly condensing above his head, and in a short time, it turned into a black demon shadow that was fifteen or sixteen zhang high, with two heads and four walls.

Seeing this demon shadow, Han Ming's face showed a strange look, he had seen this demon shadow, what is it called the Three Devouring True Demon Skill, when he killed the four fake infants of the Demon Sect, there was a white-bearded old man who performed it, but he was directly crushed with **.

At the beginning, the demon shadow cast by the white-bearded old man was only five zhang in size, but when he arrived here, it was fifteen or sixteen zhang, and it looked like the power of the demon shadow should never be comparable to that demon shadow, nor was it simply three or four times the power.

Before, he could crush that demon shadow with his physical body, but now he is afraid that it will not be easy to deal with this demon shadow!

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