Shen Yun and the others also looked at each other, shocked.

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, the blood-red cloud actually began to roll and contract, and there were strange sounds from inside, like a ghost crying and a demon laughing.

The sound was like a trend, and when everyone heard it, they unconsciously felt dizzy, as if they were drunk.

Even Shen Yun in the distance was not spared, and he felt dizzy for a while, shaking slightly, as if in a dream.

"It's the soul invasion demon sound!" Nan Tian snorted coldly, but this hum was only aimed at Shen Yun, but Zhou Shimin couldn't hear it.

Startled by Nantian's voice, Shen Yun suddenly regained his senses, his heart was powerful, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the Soul Invasion Demon Sound?"

Nantian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "It's just a special magic method, it's just ......" He shook his head again as he spoke, revealing a hint of doubt, but he didn't say more.

Shen Yun didn't ask, he was staring at the clouds in the sky that were still tumbling and shrinking in the sky with everyone at the moment.

At the moment of speaking, the blood-colored cloud had already shrunk into a bloody palm the size of a basin.

This bloody hand like a ghost claw has only three claws, and the position of the little finger and ring finger looks as if it has been cut off by a sharp treasure, along with a small half of the palm.

After the palm is formed, the soul invasion demon sound disappears without a trace.

The two teams of monks facing each other at the foot of the mountain completely woke up at the same time, but no one reminded them, and they all thought that they were in a daze.

"What kind of spell is this?" the crowd stared blankly.

Suddenly, the bloody palms of the three fingers suddenly fished down.

Something incredible happened, I saw that the bloody palm was like an illusion, directly ignoring the formation, penetrating inside, and then grabbing it, it actually grabbed a hundred-year-old Dimensity grass, lifted it up, and uprooted it.

Shen Yun was dumbfounded, could there be a spell that could penetrate the formation out of thin air? If it weren't for the obvious loss of a hundred-year-old Tianji grass in the formation, he would probably feel that this was a dream.

Looking at the south of the world, I saw that the other party was also frowning slightly at this time, looking confused, and Zhou Shimin was even more dazed.

The two teams of people and horses under the mountain suddenly woke up like a dream, and it turned out that this ghost claw was the idea of beating Lingzhi.

Immediately, they roared angrily together, and they all came out with magic weapons, but they were at a loss again. There is no way, how to snatch it from the claws of the devil? If the magic weapon has no eyes, and the power affects the spirit plant, wouldn't it be the same bamboo basket to draw water?

After a moment's delay, the bloody palm turned into a bloody light, and with a hula, flew to a mountain not far away.

The two teams of monks had obviously not encountered anything like this, and for a moment, their eyes widened and they did not know whether it was better to guard against the opposite team, or to chase the hill and find the thief.

Just as he was about to discuss, he heard a wild laugh from the top of the mountain: "Haha, this Tianji grass, Ben Hou smiled." ”

Everyone reacted and looked at the location where the voice came from.

I saw a young monk, gently shaking the folding fan, and Shi Shiran walked out from behind an ancient tree.

This person, dressed in a purple python robe, has a crystal clear jade belt wrapped around his waist, in which there is a faint flow of smoke clouds, and a delicate green bamboo fish basket hangs on the side of the belt, which is very eye-catching.

He stepped on purple halo boots, wore a Li Hongzhuo robe, and wore a topaz purple and gold crown on his head, which was also inlaid with an unknown gemstone, and a bead the size of a dragon's eye poked out from the top of the gold crown in the middle, faintly visible and bright.

The young man's eyes were very sharp, standing under the big tree, he stretched out his hand with a smile, and flew into the nearby bloody palm, which immediately flew into the storage bag on his waist together with the hundred-year-old Tianji grass.

"Could this be a magic weapon?" everyone thought involuntarily.