He was now loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and on the surface he looked relaxed and chic, but his hands holding the Blood Transformation Divine Sword were already covered with sweat. It seems that against the Mo Ming Dao Venerable, although Xuankong is putting on a posture of being nine out of ten, but in fact, only he knows in his heart how many layers of true yuan he has recovered.

Mo Ming Dao Venerable said slowly: "It's just that in front of your Xuankong Immortal, the deity really doesn't dare to underestimate it! Even if you know that you are invincible, you want to have the courage to give it a try!"

Princess Ao Ying said in a trembling voice: "You, what do you want to do with us?"

The image of the three-legged crow's primordial god slowly emerged behind Mo Ming Daozun, he took a few steps forward, shook his head and said: "What I am doing today, I'm just afraid that I have offended the Xuankong Immortal to death, right?

Princess Ao Ying looked at the face of Mo Ming Dao Venerable, and couldn't help but shrink into the warm arm of Xuankong in fright.

Xuankong smiled and said: "I also have a one-sided friendship with Daozun, and I have also been your goddaughter's concubine, how can I account for the trivial things that are said today?"

Mo Ming Dao Zun said coldly: "The Xuankong Immortal may not be able to take it to heart, but the deity is uneasy!"

After he finished speaking, he lifted a mouthful of True Yuan on his chest, and exhaled violently: "Hey, come on!" Three black auras flashed out of his back, holding up the three-legged crow Yuan Shen, and the three bird claws each pounced on Xuankong with a terrifying Xuanyin cold qi.

Xuankong sneered, sacrificed the Blood Transformation Divine Knife in his hand in the air, and cast a magic trick with both arms, and the Imperial Envoy looked at the three-legged crow with the Tianluo Blood Transformation Divine Knife and slashed straight down. The Blood Transformation Divine Knife showed its power in the sea, dyeing the sea water within a radius of thirty zhang into a blood-red color.

The thirty zhang of sea water was mobilized by the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, turning into a blood-colored dragon shadow with all the horns, and the big mouth swallowed the crow primordial god of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable into his stomach.

Mo Ming Dao Venerable had already figured out his situation, no matter how much True Yuan Xuankong had recovered, at the moment he had only one way to attack Xuankong and snatch the little dragon girl's body.

If he gave up this way of life, as long as he left Xuankong and Princess Ao Ying's side, then the 100,000 sea dragon soldiers on the head of Dragon Palace City would not be polite to him.

Where the Beihai Dragon Palace is located, the undersea canyon with the Yaksha clan's troops, although it is not far away, in the eyes of the immortals, it is nothing more than a blink of an eye. But for the sea dragon soldiers at the head of the city, it was enough to send out two rounds of arrow rain, not to mention two rounds of arrow rain in Mo Ming Dao Venerable, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to survive it.

Fortunately, his crow primordial god is an illusory and formless body, although it was swallowed into his stomach by the Tianluo Blood God Knife, but it was not enough to distinguish between high and low in an instant.

Mo Ming Daozun retracted his gaze, and let his crow primordial god fight with the Tianluo Blood Divine Sword, not seeking meritorious service, but only being able to entangle the divine sword, and the goal has been achieved. He crossed his hands and drove the cold qi to tear at Xuankong's body with a claw.

There was no expected shock force at all, and Mo Ming Dao Venerable frowned slightly, and there was only a piece of blood-red sea water left in front of him, and there was no trace of Xuankong. He knew that Xuankong had escaped into the blood-colored sea, but he didn't take it to heart.

He was only thinking about how to keep his life alive now, as long as he could hold the little dragon girl in his hands, and he didn't have the energy to chase down Xuankong at all. Even for Mo Ming Dao Venerable, as long as Xuankong does not hinder himself from capturing the little dragon girl's protection, then it is also a good choice for him to be safe and sound.

It's just a pity that although he thinks well, Xuankong won't give him this face.

Mo Ming Daozun was striding towards Princess Ao Ying, and suddenly heard a voice from behind him: "Mo Ming Daozun, look at my spell!" Mo Ming Daozun hurriedly turned around and saw a figure flying towards him, and just as this figure approached him, a shadow suddenly appeared from behind.

Mo Ming Dao Venerable was shocked, he couldn't imagine that Xuankong had really recovered so much true yuan, and while driving the Tianluo Blood Divine Knife, he also had the magic power to exert the magic power of the incarnation outside his body.

His claws slammed into the body of the first figure, but his hand was light, and he could see clearly what kind of out-of-body incarnation this was?

It was simply the rise of the Xuankong Fight, tearing off the dragon king's robe on his body, and going under the mask of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable.

This is the fighting experience accumulated by Xuankong when he worked the streets in his previous life, and he didn't expect that at such an urgent juncture, the one who could make meritorious contributions was not the Taoist magic power that he had cultivated for twenty years, but the ordinary street fighting technique. But no matter what the tactics are, as long as they are effective, they will be useful!

Xuankong was in the air, and with a casual swing of his legs, he opened out two sea winds and turned into sharp blades, and struck towards the Mo Ming Dao Venerable. This is him purely relying on the strength of the Taiyi Immortals to bully the Moming Dao Venerable, the ancient Qi Refiners are not like the Western power system is clearly divided, no matter which Dao profound master must have a good immortal body battle method.

The sea water was split by Xuankong's legs one after another, and dozens of air blades with the sound of "whew" and "whew" sealed the front and back retreats of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable.

The black light on Mo Ming Dao Venerable's hand flashed, and he turned into a folding fan, and said with a smile: "You have the means, so I don't have supernatural powers?"

He didn't collide with Xuankong's attack, but just waved his folding fan and stirred it up twice in the sea, and rolled up a wave to sweep Xuankong's leg wind into it. Xuankong didn't look at the air blade he kicked out being dispersed by the seawater, and as early as the first time, he shortened his body and rolled in front of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable.

When other people's body mana is dry, when they meet the enemy, they can't run as far as they want, but he Xuankong is the opposite. Xuankong bullied Mo Ming Daozun's body, clenched his fist with his right hand, looked at his nose and smashed it like garlic.

Mo Ming Dao Venerable has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, and when has he ever seen such a helpless way of fighting? In the world of immortals and demons, there are countless fancy and gorgeous battle methods, Taoist techniques, and supernatural powers, but how many masters have ever achieved the Tao will put down their shelves to make such a street scoundrel play style?

He was punched on the nose by Xuankong, and his eyes were so dark that he almost didn't shed tears, and the two bird pupils looked watery and turned into two ghosts. Xuankong succeeded in one move, and he would not show mercy, and pinched a thunder method in his hand.

Now I can't beat the Qianyuan Thunder and the Dry Sky Thunder, but doesn't the most basic palm thunder have the strength to use it? Xuankong scavenged away the little true yuan that had just recovered in his body, and the mana infused one of the palm thunders blasted into the chimney above the head of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable.

The body of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable trembled, and the eyes of the three-legged crow that trembled with the Tianluo Blood Divine Knife in the air dimmed, turning into a black pillar of light and flying back into the body of the Mo Ming Dao Venerable in the blink of an eye. Mo Ming Dao Venerable's body stiffened for a while before he spit out a black smoke from his mouth.