"Whoosh!

The two foundation building period monks in the distance really hadn't left yet, as soon as the movement appeared here, they immediately flew over, Yang Wuhui realized that the situation was wrong, and immediately wanted to turn around and escape. But Mo Chong naturally wouldn't let him get his wish, and immediately launched an attack to block Yang Wuhui's retreat one by one.

The light came quickly, just in the blink of an eye, it was above the two of them. These are two monks of the Baohua Temple. They were stunned at first when they saw two monks wearing Ten Thousand Swords Sect costumes, but when they saw Yang Wuhui's appearance clearly, they were immediately taken aback, and one of them shouted, "It's a ghoul!?"

Mo Chong said: "The two senior brothers came just in time, help me catch him first, he is not an ordinary ghoul, he can speak!"

Yang Wuhui laughed and said, "Not bad! I can not only speak, but also kill!" While speaking, Yang Wuhui's body suddenly bulged, becoming like a flatulent ball. Before Mo Chong could understand what was going on, Yang Wuhui's body exploded with a 'bang'. Purple-black flesh splattered in all directions.

"Whoa!"

Mo Chong was the closest, and immediately a lot of flesh and blood hit the outside of the shield that his vajra talisman had turned into, and the shield suddenly let out a violent 'whoosh' sound, and then the aura flashed, and it collapsed and disappeared. When Mo Chong saw this, his complexion suddenly changed greatly, the skeleton skeleton just now was so powerful that it couldn't break the shield turned into this vajra talisman, and a few pieces of flesh and blood could actually corrode the shield!?

Before Mo Chong could finish his surprise, he heard a miserable cry above his head. One of the two Baohua monks suddenly covered his face with his hands and let out a painful **, and then he stood unsteadily on the flying magic weapon and fell headlong. Mo Chong wanted to go over and catch him, but after thinking about it, his footsteps stayed in place. Before the monk could hit the ground, the screams in his mouth had stopped, and when he fell to the ground, he let out a 'bang' and fell to pieces, and a large pool of black water splashed out of it. This Baohua Guan monk in the foundation building period was just splashed a little bit on his face by Yang Wuhui's blood when he burst open, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a puddle of black water, and even his bones were melted.

"This ...... This ......"

The remaining Baohua monk turned pale from surprise at the scene in front of him, stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the field, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say a word, he suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his light, and flew away towards the sky. The situation in front of him is too weird and terrifying, he doesn't plan to mix it anymore, it's better to save his life first!

Mo Chong looked at the distant light of the Baohua Guan monk, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this guy is too seedless. If he knew that this guy was so cowardly, he should have turned around and fled when he realized that something was wrong with the Baohua Guan monk who had been tricked just now, and maybe he would have had a chance to escape at that time. But for now...... Yang Wuhui shouldn't let himself go, right?

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Chong's thought arose, he heard Yang Wuhui's voice: "Senior Brother Mo." What do you have in mind, do you want to leave?" At this time, Yang Wuhui's body was only a skeleton, but his head and neck still had flesh and skin, and the situation was even more strange than just now.

Mo Chong sighed and said, "Senior Brother Yang." I know, you want my body?"

Yang Wuhui nodded and said, "You're right. ”

Mo Chong smiled bitterly: "My qualifications are very poor. ”

Yang Wuhui said: "It's okay!" The word 'nuisance' came out, and his people rushed towards Mo again.

Mo Chong had already prepared, and with a flip of his palm, another talisman slapped on his body. This time, it's a mid-tier earth attribute shield.

"Bang!"

The protective shield had just been unfolded, and Yang Wuhui had already grabbed it with one of his bony hands. However, he naturally couldn't scratch the protective shield when he grabbed it. At this time, Mo Chong reached into the storage bag with one hand, grabbed out an apricot yellow talisman, suddenly stimulated, and threw it towards Yang Wuhui.

Yang Wuhui naturally didn't want to be hit by the talisman, so he immediately flashed and retreated. After a flash of light, the apricot yellow talisman immediately turned into a small dungeon, which quickly swelled, and then fell to the ground with a 'boom'. It's a pity that the speed of its excitation slowed down, and instead of trapping Yang Wuhui, it trapped Mo Chong himself inside.

When Yang Wuhui saw the situation in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Haha! Senior Brother Mo! Did you take the wrong talisman? Come out, come out, let's continue to fight!"

Mo Chong silently stared at Yang Wuhui for a while, then suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a pitch-black talisman from his arms, and closed it between his palms. It's a rune treasure. Yang Wuhui was obviously more difficult than Mo Chong's previous encounter with the corpse of the Yangshan monk, and Mo Chong couldn't think of any other way than to use the talisman treasure. There was not much left of this Fu Bao power, and Mo Chong originally didn't plan to use it, but now, Mo Chong had no choice at all.

"Fu Bao!?"

Yang Wuhui obviously also saw the origin of the ink-black talisman, and his expression suddenly changed. Then he rushed to the front of the dungeon. A punch slammed into the dungeon. Unfortunately, the dungeon was originally used to trap the enemy, and although it did not last long, the defense and tenacity in a short period of time were much higher than those of other defensive talismans. Yang Wuhui's punch went down, and the dungeon didn't even flicker the light.

"You...... You're still as cunning as ever!"

Yang Wuhui was furious. Only then did he understand that Mo Chong threw out the dungeon talisman not to trap him at all, but to add another layer of protection to himself, and then calmly activate the talisman treasure. Unless he wanted to take a hard blow from the talisman treasure, he could only flee immediately now, and there was no other choice at all. But now that he is gone, where is there any chance for him to find a living person again? The monks who came in this time are not enough at all!

Gritting his teeth, Yang Wuhui took a few steps backwards and walked to the place where the Baohua Guan monk died just now and sat down cross-legged. With the incantation on his lips, the black water on the ground slowly gathered towards him, and then formed an oval protective membrane of black water outside of him.

"Senior Brother Yang. What the hell happened to you, can you sue me?"

Mo Chong spoke. At this moment, a pitch-black long sword exuding powerful coercion floated in front of Mo Chong. Rune Treasure is activated. After the foundation was built, it took much less time for Mo Chong to activate the rune treasure than before.

Yang Wuhui's body was hidden in the black protective film, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but his words came out slowly: "Senior Brother Mo." You don't have to ask about it. I'm not going to say that. ”

"Really?"

Mo Chong sighed. With a wave of his hand, the dungeon outside his body suddenly collapsed. The next moment, Mo Chong grabbed the pitch-black long sword floating in front of him with one hand, and a stream of pure sword qi was immediately poured into the long sword by him. The Eight Desolations Sword Qi can increase the sharpness and tenacity of the sword. Yang Wuhui knew that he had a talisman treasure, and he dared to stay and resist, he must have been very confident in his protective shield. So Mo Chong decided to add some more ingredients to Fu Bao.

"You...... You...... What are you doing!?"

I still couldn't see Yang Wuhui's expression, but from his words, I could hear that he was already a little afraid.

Mo Chong didn't answer, and as soon as he urged the magic trick, all of a sudden, the pitch-black long sword turned into a flash of black light and shot towards Yang Wuhui. Yang Wuhui was too late to leave at this time, so he could only use his two bone hands to resist the black protective film outside his body. The pitch-black long sword wrapped in the Eight Desolations Sword Qi soon arrived, it paused slightly in front of the protective membrane, and then with a 'flutter', it pierced the protective membrane and pierced Yang Wuhui's chest.

Mo Chong saw this scene from a distance, and with a rush of mana in his hand, the pitch-black long sword immediately spun, and suddenly, Yang Wuhui's body with only bones immediately split apart and fell to the ground.

"Brother Yang. You and I finally got acquainted. I really can't bear to see you wandering around the world like a ghost, so you can go in peace. Mo Chong muttered, the red light on his body flashed, and a bursting fireball came out of his body, and the next moment, Mo Chong's hands were raised, and ten fire bombs shot out. The burst fireball shook and then exploded with a "boom!" In the sound of the explosion, Yang Wuhui's angry shouting and scolding could be faintly heard: "Mo Chong, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Mo Chong looked at the bursting fireballs that were as gorgeous as fireworks, and muttered, "It's better to be a ghost, than to be like you now." With that, he turned and left.

Lost Ridge. Mo Chong still came to the Lost Trail Ridge. He wanted to meet with the people of the sect and turn back to find them, but it was impossible, so he could only go to the underground palace to find them. But now that he is seriously injured and his mana is lost, if he rushes on the road, he will definitely be more than lucky. It's better to find a place to heal your injuries first. And when it comes to a hidden place to heal injuries, Lost Trail Ridge couldn't be more suitable.

"Boom, boom!"

Mo Chong had just found a place to hide in the Lost Trail Ridge when there was a roar in front of him, and it was obvious that someone was moving his hand over there. Mo Chong frowned, he was in no mood to meddle with other people's affairs now, but the place where he fought was so close to the hiding place he had found, he couldn't stomp here anymore. Immediately retreat and move in other directions.

"Boom! bang!"

Before he had gone far to change direction, there was another roar ahead, and at the same time there was a fire in the sky, and it was obvious that there were people in front of him.

'Someone again!'

Mo Chong frowned. There is a Gang silver sand vein in the Lost Trail Ridge, and it is expected that there will be monks coming to Mo Chong, but this place is far away from the Gang silver sand vein, who is so anxious to fight here? Of course, Mo Chong has no other way than to change direction again.

Next, Mo Chong changed directions three or four times in a row, but every time he didn't need to go far, he could always meet a monk nearby, which made Mo Chong depressed, but also faintly aware that something was wrong in his heart. One or two people do it, that can be said to be normal, but with so many people doing it, it obviously won't be a fight between various factions, after all, the main purpose of their trip is still the underground palace, even if they hate each other, they should retain their strength to the underground palace. In this way, it is against the contents of the elixir garden.