When Nangong Yourou planned to take a closer look at the young man in front of him who was desperate to save him, Mo Bu Crazy had already turned around and left him with a thin back.

Facing the monster whose cultivation strength far exceeds his own, Mo Bu is crazy and uneasy in his heart, although this monster is seriously injured and his strength has been greatly reduced, but he is crazy and knows how terrifying its power is, and he must not have half a luck mentality, only go all out!

"Since I cultivated the Thirty-Six Swords of Entanglement, I have never really shown it, I don't know how powerful it is! But it's a good practice object. Although there are no thirty-six Xinggang Xuan Swords mentioned in Master Mo's mouth, these thirty-four wooden thorns are combined with the two spirit swords in my body, exactly thirty-six, and the thirty-six swords are troublesome, with my jerky manipulation power, these light wooden thorns are just right... "Thinking of this, I can't go crazy and control my mind, and God is divided into thirty-six parts, which are attached to each other...

With the control of Mo Bumad's divine thoughts, the smoke and wood thorns that were originally scattered on the ground trembled lightly and began to float, lined up in front of Mo Bumad's body, and the spearhead was pointed straight ahead.

In it, there are two things that are not substances, but are transformed by spiritual power, a sword shadow shape, blue light, murderous. The other is in the form of a dagger, black and cold, cold and weird!

"Oops, kind of interesting. The monster stared at Mo Bu with curiosity, as if he was looking at an interesting toy.

"Spiritual power? You actually cultivated two spiritual powers?" On the side, Nangong Yourou was already shocked, who would have thought that the young man who was said to have spent two years without cultivating a trace of spiritual energy would secretly cultivate two spiritual powers without revealing anything.

"Control the thirty-six wooden thorns at once, you are not an exorcism, what is your identity?" Nangong Yourou asked one after another, it took two years to cultivate from a mortal body to such a realm, such a perverted cultivation speed she had never heard of, even with her excellence, from the two years she began to cultivate, she could not successfully condense into a spiritual power, seven aura, which was her best result. Even so, he is still considered by Xuanxuemen to be a cultivation wizard in the cultivation world, but now he is compared to others... The gap is not ordinarily large, no wonder she will doubt Mo Bu Crazy's identity, in Nangong Yourou's imagination, the force behind Mo Bu Crazy is at least above Xuanxue Gate.

In the face of Nangong Yourou's question, Mo Bu Crazy ignored it, it was not that Mo Bu was crazy and unwilling to answer, and he had no time to take care of it.

Mo Bu crazy still a little underestimate the thirty-six swords of the entanglement, to perform this technique, it needs to consume an extremely large amount of spiritual power, Mo Bu crazy at this time to drive the thirty-six swords of the entanglement, the divine thoughts are wrapped around the thirty-six objects, making him have a splitting headache, such as walking on the tip of the knife, the slightest carelessness, is the end of becoming an idiot.

"No, my divine mind is still too weak, I must fight quickly, otherwise, this Thirty-six Sword of God Entanglement has not injured the enemy, but it has injured myself. Mo Bu thought to himself.

Once you have made up your mind, you will never drag your feet... That's the kind of person you're crazy about.

Thirty-six swords of entanglement... Around!" Thirty-six god-wrapping swords trembled in unison, drew a circle in the air, and ran towards the monster in a neat and orderly manner.

"Wow quack... It's a waste of such a wonderful exorcism to drive these wooden thorns... The monster grinned and greeted it, looking at the situation, it seemed that he knew a lot about the cultivation of human beings.

The monster's aggressive punch seemed to shatter the fragile wooden spikes with one punch.

The punch hit the air, scattered like a spirit, circling around the monster, allowing the monster to use its brute strength, but there was nowhere to use it.

The feeling of the monster now is that a swarm of bees flew overhead, and it couldn't catch it and couldn't drive it away, and it went up on his head from time to time, this feeling was really terrible, roaring, and the monster's blood-red eyes suddenly looked towards Mo Bu crazy.

Mo Bu sat on the ground crazily, his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and countless fine beads of sweat oozed from his face.

He didn't need to see with his eyes anymore, the divine thoughts were attached to the sword, and the thirty-six sword words were his eyes, his ears, his hands and feet, and his feelings...

Annoyed, the monster gave up and continued to deal with the annoying wooden thorns hovering in the air, and rushed towards Mo Bu.

"Tiny human reptile, is this what you are proud of? The demon roared, and his body leaped a few feet away.

Click. Click...

Gravity caused the rocks to crack beneath the monster's feet, spreading like a spider's web.

At this time, the monster was only ten meters away from the madness.

The Nightmare Monster exerted another force under its feet, and rushed forward again, rushing towards Mo Bu Madly, and the cracked ground behind it collapsed entirely.

"Thirty-six swords of entanglement... Shield!" Just after Mo Bu mad pronounced the last word 'shield', the qi waves around his body rolled, like the power of the gods, and the thirty-six sword of entanglement quickly turned back, passed by the side of the monster, and instantly returned to Mo Bu Mad's side, cruising in the air waves, forming a rotating sword and shield.

Roar!

A large fist covered with red hair followed closely behind, slamming into the spinning sword and shield, and the monster felt that his hand slipped, and because of inertia, his entire body lost its balance, and fell into a dog-eating shape.

"Good opportunity!" Mo Bu's eyes flashed, and he shouted, 'Hurry!'

Thirty-six rays of light flashed, chasing the stars and the moon and hitting the back of the nightmare, but only some shallow wounds were left, and they were secretly frightened: this nightmare monster's simple physical defense was too terrifying, if there was no power of the thirty-six swords of the gods, this nightmare monster would stand in front of him and not move, and I am afraid that there would be no way to hurt the slightest bit, and some sympathetic looked at Nangong Yourou, who seemed to be indifferent, and showed a wry smile... Just now, he was still complaining: Nangong Yourou's cultivation is not low, why would he be so embarrassed when he held the spirit treasure?

Now that it was his turn to experience it for himself, he realized that it was not that Nangong Yourou was not good, but that this nightmare was not an ordinary monster.

Thinking like this in his heart, his mouth is not weak, and he is crazy and ridiculed: "Wow quack. You quack... Don't you keep calling me a reptile, and now you're hurt by such a small reptile, I don't know how you feel?"

In Mo Bu's crazy heart, as long as you can hit the enemy, it doesn't matter what way you can, and it's best to be able to kill the enemy angrily.

What's going on? A random human can hurt me?

The monster was in pain, and was immediately amused, rolled over, and shouted in his mouth: "Humble human reptile, are you tickling me?"

Mo Bu pursed his lips and said, "It's really a heavy taste, and it takes three points to get into the meat if you tickle it!"

The Nightmare was furious, this tiny human was so sharp-toothed that it had been humiliating it.

"After nearly a hundred years of silence, have I been completely forgotten by this demonic prison? It seems that I need to let you humble me see my strength... The monster shook its huge head very humanely.