"Whew!"

Again. With this hammer blow, the purple monster had already stood firm, its strength was naturally greater, and Mo Chong sprayed more blood, and the light cyan formation light under him flickered, obviously a little overwhelmed.

"Dang!"

The third one. Blood oozed from Mo Chong's mouth, nose, ears and eyes at the same time, and there were several crisp sounds on his body, and the bones broke somewhere. The pale cyan formation that trapped Mo Chong under him disintegrated and disappeared after a wail. Pity. At this time, although the formation was no longer there, Mo Chong was seriously injured, but he was no longer able to escape.

"Haha. Mo Daoyou has worked hard. ”

Just as the purple monster picked up the sledgehammer in his hand and was about to knock it down, a chuckle came into Mo Chong's ears. Then, three dazzling rays of light shot out from a distance, and it was faintly visible that among the lights were a black broadsword, a blood-red spear, and a jagged bladed frisbee on the edge. Mo Chong was overjoyed when he saw the blades turned into these three runic treasures, and then his complexion changed, and he suddenly fell backwards.

"Monkey!"

The purple monster sensed the movement behind him at this time, and immediately turned around. However, the moment he turned around, the fastest frisbee had already arrived in front of him, and with a 'poof!', he cut one of the eight-edged gourd hammers in his hand, along with its body, in half, and then swept past Mo Chong's face. If Mo Chong hadn't seen that the frisbee was flying a little low, he would immediately start falling backwards, and at this moment, he was afraid that he would have been cut in two by the frisbee like a purple monster.

"Brush!"

Two more sounds, and the black broadsword and blood-red spear arrived. The blood-red spear pierced the purple monster's head in a single stroke, and the black broadsword slashed down with a single sword. The purple monster that had been cut in half was split into four petals.

"Brush, brush, brush!"

A burst of light flashed. Three rune treasures shuttle back and forth. The purple monster was quickly split into a pile of pieces. The aura on its body also became weaker and weaker, and eventually, it disappeared completely.

"Come on! Stop!" At the moment when the purple monster's aura disappeared, Dong Zhen, who had been watching the excitement, hurriedly shouted. In fact, there was no need for him to talk too much, and the other three also summoned Fu Bao back at the moment when the purple monster aura disappeared.

"Whew. Whew. ”

Although the purple monster aura had disappeared, there seemed to still be a lot of purple aura floating in the air on its body. It swells and contracts as if it were alive.

Mo Chong lay on the ground. With a wry smile on his face, he was indifferent to the one in front of him. Because at this time, he found that the sound of the fracture on his body just now turned out to be his own vertebrae. He hadn't felt it before, but now, he felt that the sensation in his body from the waist up was losing little by little. The severity of the injuries he suffered was somewhat unexpected to him.

"Whew!Whew!Whew!"

The expansion and contraction of the purple qi became more and more intense. Finally, after a violent contraction. The purple qi no longer swells, but shrinks smaller and smaller. It shrank smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a palm-sized purple gourd, a pure mana breath floating out of the small gourd, and at the same time, a faint milky white light shot out from it. There was also a small purple ball next to it, which condensed into a small plug, and with a 'whoosh', it automatically flew to the small gourd, blocking the gourd's mouth.

"Haha! Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk!" Ning Wuxian's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the small purple gourd. Li Tianheng and Dong Zhen moved faster, and at the same time that Ning Wu's injured hand was stretched out, the hands of the two of them were already less than a foot away from the small purple gourd.

There is another one. Faster than three people. It's not Yu Xian's hand. Although the fingers of this hand are very slender, the palm is also wide, which is obviously a man's hand. The hand reached out from Mo Chong's side. With a handful, he grabbed the small purple gourd in his hand. Then, quickly shrink back.

'Who is it!'

This time, not only Li Tianheng and a few others, but even Mo Chong couldn't help but look in the direction where his hand was retracted. A man's hand, of course, grows on a man's body. It was a young man of about twenty-one or twelve years old, wearing a white robe. Around his waist hung a row of seven scabbards, each with a sword stuck in it. At this time, the young man just gave a lazy smile to the angry or surprised or puzzled eyes of the crowd.

Zhang Yifan. Mo Chong recognized him, the person who seized the small purple gourd, turned out to be Zhang Yifan.

"A few fellow Daoists have worked hard. Zhang thanked him. ”

Zhang Yifan smiled lazily and spoke lazily. By the way, he lazily stuffed the small purple gourd into his arms. His action immediately stimulated several people present, and Ning Wuxian roared angrily: "Which onion are you!? dare to grab Lao Tzu's things!" As he spoke, his five fingers were like hooks, and he suddenly grabbed Zhang Yifan's chest. He was not simple this time, as soon as he grabbed his hand, a white tiger phantom immediately appeared in his hand.

The red light flashed in Li Tianheng's eyes, and with a few wind-breaking sounds, several blood rays suddenly shot out from his body, shooting towards several key points on Zhang Yifan's body.

It was Dong Zhen's action that was the most unexpected, only to see him clenching his fists with both hands and slamming the ground. The ground around them immediately grew countless dense black thorns, and the dagger-like spikes of the thorns also had black juice dripping with a pungent smell, obviously these thorns were not only sharp, but also poisonous.

"Whew. ”

Zhang Yifan stepped a little under his feet and gently retreated. His movements seem casual, but they are actually incredibly fast. Li Tianheng and Ning Wushu were originally close to him, and it was even more imminent to launch an attack, but Zhang Yifan easily avoided it. By the time Dong Zhen activated those black thorns, his people had already reached three zhang away, and they could only hear a 'bang', Zhang Yifan's people had already reached more than ten zhang away, leaving only a big hole eight or nine feet high and two or three feet wide that appeared on the black thorns.

"TM's!"

Ning Wuxian roared angrily, and rushed out first, followed by Dong Zhen and Yu Xian. Only Li Tianheng stood still and did not move. I saw him looking at the distant backs of everyone, and muttered: "Nine changes in the gods? It turns out that this exercise is still inherited in the world......

Mo Chong also looked at the backs of a few people who were far away, and Zhang Yifan's speed, several people couldn't catch up. Mo Chong hoped that Zhang Yifan would turn around and kill one or two by the way, so that he could vent his evil anger.

"Mo Daoyou, do you want me to give you a ride?" Li Tianheng's gentle words came into Mo Chong's ears. Mo Chong's gaze retracted and looked at Li Tianheng's face. Li Tianheng said that he wanted to kill, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was facing an old friend who he hadn't seen for many years.

Mo Chong smiled bitterly: "This is not busy. It's better to die than to live. I want to live a little longer. ”

"Oh?" Li Tianheng smiled, and the smile on his face was gentler: "I really did this out of good intentions. Mo Daoyou is afraid that it will be very difficult to stand up now, and if there is a monster that emerges later, what should Mo Daoyou do? What's more, the most painful thing is not death, but the time to wait for death, it is better to be stabbed now. ”

Mo Chong smiled: "What Li Daoyou said is reasonable. However, no matter how uncomfortable it is, it is better than not feeling anything after death. Mo is willing to wait longer. ”

Li Tianheng sighed lightly and said, "Alas. Frankly. Mo Daoyou's tenacity is quite unexpected by Li, if he had known that you had this ability, Li might have taken action to protect you, but it's a pity that ......"

Speaking of this, Li Tianheng shook his head and turned around to leave. But after taking two steps, I seemed to remember something again, and turned back again. Walking in front of Mo Chong, he reached into his arms and took out a transparent crystal box half the size of a palm, which contained a gray-white pill the size of a dragon's eye. Gently put it on Mo Chong's body and said, "This is the Immortal Ascension Pill that Daoist friends want." I hope that Daoist friends will come true and really be able to ascend to the realm of Fake Dan. With that, he slowly stood up and turned to leave.

"Whew. Whoop. ”

Soon after Li Tianheng left, the black thorns that Dong Zhen had conjured up from casting spells around him also disintegrated and disappeared because of the owner's distance. Mo Chong raised his right hand with great difficulty, grabbed the crystal box containing the Ascending Immortal Pill into his hand with great difficulty, opened it with all his strength, and swallowed the gray pill inside in one gulp.

"Bang!"

Soon after taking the Ascending Immortal Pill, Mo Chong's dantian suddenly bulged, and Mo Chong only felt that a powerful force was injected into the meridians without saying anything, and the mana on his body skyrocketed in an instant.

Mo Chong was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand what was going on, the dantian suddenly swelled again, and a powerful force filled the dantian meridians, and his mana aura actually skyrocketed again.

'This is the effect of the Ascending Immortal Pill!?'

Mo Chong's eyes flashed, and as soon as his thought rose, the dantian suddenly bulged again, only this time, what was injected into his body was no longer a powerful force, but a yin cold, as soon as this yin cold was injected into the meridians, Mo Chong only felt that the chill rose from the dantian, infiltrated the five internal organs, and penetrated into the bone marrow. This chill is so cold, as if even the soul can freeze, it makes people despair. It seems that this Immortal Ascension Pill has brought Mo Chong not only cultivation improvement, but also death.

'Is it really poisonous?' Mo Chong smiled bitterly in his heart. Then, he suddenly remembered what the formation master, the short old man, had said when he was trapped by the formation prohibition on the second floor of the Muzu Temple: "Within three days, you will definitely die." ’

"I ...... I won't...... Won't be so light yì dead...... Dead ......" Mo Chong gritted his teeth, struggling to sit up, and at the same time put one hand into his arms, wanting to touch something more, but unfortunately, before he could really touch anything, a cold suddenly rose from the depths of his soul, Mo Chong only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body suddenly sank into boundless darkness. A small flame automatically ignited in his arms at this time, and then quickly extinguished and disappeared. (To be continued......)