Taoist students

Chapter 460

Recalling the many supernatural powers of the magic art such as the map of suppressing demons, at this moment, the dry figure finally realized that he must have fallen into some kind of formation that can make the demon soul cycle immortal.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on his face.He stretched out his right index finger and started chanting words, and as his spell fell, on the tip of his index finger, with a "poof", a cluster of black fireworks ignited.

"呲呲呲!"

As soon as all the devil soul energy touched the black fireworks, there was a light corroded sound immediately, and finally all the devil soul energy turned into invisible blue smoke and dissipated.

And many demon souls that had just condensed were about to rush towards the withered figure one after another. When they felt the black fireworks, their figures immediately retreated like a tide, and screams of extreme horror came from their mouths.

Seeing this, the withered figure's disdain grew stronger. He still stood still, but the mana in his body was agitated wildly, and he saw the cluster of black fireworks in his hand start to dance.

A circle of flames with a corrosive atmosphere illuminated his body for three feet...one foot...five feet...and then continued to expand towards a further range.

As the scope of the fire light expanded, those wandering ghosts retreated backward again, not daring to touch it at all.

Dozens of demon souls stepped back a little bit, and the moment they touched the fire, their illusory bodies immediately burned up, and finally turned into nothingness amidst screams of horror, and then disappeared.

Moreover, as the black fireworks at this person's fingertips continued to expand, the demonic spirit surrounding him began to vibrate for a moment, and the nine-hundred-hunt killing array arranged by Dongfang Mo faintly showed signs of collapse.

It's no wonder that the demon souls in the Nine Souls Killing Formation have the highest cultivation but not at the Core Condensation Stage. Although this technique is powerful, it still seems powerless to trap the monks at the Infant Transformation Stage.Being able to stalemate for a while is already extremely impressive.As long as the monks in the Infant Transformation Realm use their means, they will be exhausted immediately.

"If you can trap him for a moment, Xiaosheng has a sword move, and he is [-]% sure to injure this person severely."

Just when Dongfang Mo looked ugly, Ling Yi's spiritual consciousness sound transmission came from his mind again.

Hearing this, he looked overjoyed and replied: "Okay!"

He was still somewhat sure of trapping this person for a while.

"However, at that time, Xiaosheng's mana will be exhausted, and if he is poisoned by bitterness, he will have no power to resist. Whether the three of us will live or die, it will all depend on you." Ling Yi said again.

This time, Dongfang Mo's heart tightened, but after a moment of pondering, he nodded solemnly.At this point, he has no other choice but to give it a go.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and took off a cloth bag from his waist, and with a shake, a fishy wind blew out.

"Buzz!"

The ear-splitting insects rang out, and the stench instantly disappeared into the strong devil soul aura.And under the control of Dongfang Mo, the reddish wind formed a huge vortex, imperceptibly wrapping the withered figure in it.

Then, the vortex suddenly began to shrink.

At this time, the withered figure in the Nine Souls Killing Formation, he had a premonition that with a few more breaths, he would be able to break through the soul formation arranged by Dongfang Mo.However, at this moment, he vaguely heard the sound of insects approaching from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, before he could break the formation, the demonic spirit and many demonic spirits that enveloped him rolled around and were sucked into the square pattern on the palm of his palm by the Taoist priest.

When he felt that there were only seven or eight hundred demon souls left and nearly half of the energy of the demon souls had been lost, Dongfang Mo felt a pain in his heart.And the look of looking at the withered figure became more and more fierce.

At this time, the withered figure had no time to rejoice, so he frowned.Because although the formation was self-defeating, a circle of light red vortex around his body was constantly shrinking, trying to wrap him.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the whirlpool was composed of tiny spirit insects with strange appearances.

Almost subconsciously, with the agitation of his magic power, the black fireworks on his fingertips suddenly rose sharply, shining on the shrinking vortex.

However, when the black flame that can burn demon souls shines on the shrinking vortex, these spirit insects are not hindered at all, but the tendency of shrinking is even more fierce.

Accompanied by the sound of insects all over the sky, it shrank to the size of Zhang Xu in the blink of an eye.

For some reason, from these spirit insects, the withered figure felt a dangerous aura that even he would be terrified of.

"boom!"

As a result, his body was shaken, and a ripple visible to the naked eye swayed away and hit the vortex, trying to shake the spirit insects away.

In an instant, under the influence of the ripples, the vortex changed its shape, as if it was about to collapse.

Dongfang Mo's figure changed into a flower, and he immediately appeared in midair, and opened his mouth to spray a mouthful of blood on the whirlpool.

"Buzzing..."

Hearing the monstrous chirping of insects, the vortex, which was about to collapse, condensed and became as solid as gold.Not only that, but then it shrank suddenly, completely covering the body of the withered figure, making a "click, click" gnawing sound.

Dongfang Mo's expression was delighted, he didn't want this person to be caught by the trick under his carelessness.Possessed by the magic sand, even if he is a cultivator in the Infant Realm, he may lose his skin even if he is not dead.

But his expression changed in an instant, because he noticed that there was clearly a thin film protecting him from the dry figure an inch away from the skin.It was that film that the magic sand gnawed on.

And I don't know what the film is. Although it is slightly deformed, it shows no signs of breaking under the bite of the magic sand.
And with the next breath, the membrane is like an air bag, and it starts to expand slowly, as if to push the magic sand away.

"Yan!"

Just when Dongfang Mo was a little anxious, a loud and clear sound of the sword's cry echoed in the entire stone room, shaking people's minds.

I saw Ling Yi standing on one side, holding a sword in his left hand, with his eyes closed.On the palm of his hand holding the hilt, a red light like a living thing flowed into the three-foot green blade in his hand.

And this red light is exactly the essence and blood in his body.

Just three or two breaths, Ling Yi opened his eyes in a flash.At this time, his face was pale and his body was on the verge of falling, but the three-foot green blade in his hand was trembling, exuding a scalp-numbing sword intent.

Then, he raised his left hand above his head, and slashed down on the withered figure in front of him without any fanfare.

"His!"

A beam of three feet in length shot out like a real sword glow, but very slowly, it slashed at the withered figure of Tianling at a uniform speed.

"hiss!"

It was this slowly falling, seemingly unremarkable cyan sword glow that made the withered figure gasp.He clearly felt an aura that could threaten his life and death, and made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

So he no longer dared to hold anything back, the black leather-wrapped palm suddenly lit up with a layer of crystal light, and he slapped Mosha in front of him.

Kemasha is like a layer of tough cowhide, even though it is pushed out into the shape of a palm, there is no trace of being broken.

Fortunately, Jianmang's speed was not fast, and he still had some time, so the palm of the withered figure kept slapping the magic sand in front of him.

"Wave!"

At a certain moment, the solid magic sand finally burst, and exploded into a reddish gust of wind.

The withered figure was overjoyed when he broke free from the shackles, but when he looked up, he found that the three-foot-long cyan sword light was less than three feet away from his head.

Facing this sword light, there was a ray of fear in his eyes.Without any hesitation, he tore open the void in front of him, and was about to step into it.

"Goo!"

However, at the moment of crisis, a deep cry that made people tremble was heard, and the movements of the withered figure froze suddenly under this cry.

At the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain woke him up instantly.Seeing that the sword light was close at hand, he only had time to tilt his head, and pinched his fingers, urging a layer of black aura in front of him.

"puff!"

A bunch of blood sprayed out.

The black aura in front of him was useless, and it didn't hinder the cyan sword light at all.Moreover, the sword light fell, and the void that was torn apart by him was also cut to pieces.

The withered figure flew upside down, and now his left shoulder and an arm were gone, and half of his body was almost cut off.This is the result of his head being turned to the side before, otherwise the place where it was cut in half would be his heavenly spirit.

The mana of the withered figure surged, and all of them sank into the wound, stopping the blood.But suddenly, there was another crisis that made him shudder.

Raising his head suddenly, he saw a three-foot-sized stone ball crashing towards him, and a strange gravity came from under his feet, making his legs feel like they were filled with lead and became extremely heavy.

Now, he only had time to put his remaining arm across his chest.

"Boom!"

The huge stone ball hit his body, and then smashed him into the stone wall.All of a sudden, the whole stone room shook violently, and many stones fell down one after another.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, and the natal stone shot back immediately. He looked ahead like lightning, and saw a dry figure submerged half a foot deep into the stone wall. His breath was sluggish, and there was blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but he did not die. .

Dongfang Mo's heart moved, and the natal stone blasted past again.

"Boom!"

This time, the person sank into the stone wall for a few more points.

And then, there was a continuous rumbling sound, and the natal stone smashed violently at this person with a mighty force.Even though the stone chamber has a forbidden existence, the depth of the dry figure sinking into the stone wall is gradually deepening.

Dongfang Mo knew very well that he couldn't be careless when dealing with monks in the Infant Transformation Realm, otherwise he might be overthrown at any time.

It wasn't until half a quarter later that most of the magic power in his body had been consumed, and the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead were like rain, and he took away the natal stone.

When he looked forward out of breath, he found that a deep pit of seven or eight feet had appeared on the stone wall.Among them was a dry figure, with his head hanging down and his body extremely broken.

Since Dongfang Mo took over Ling Yi's three-foot Qingfeng and his whisk with his bare hands before, he guessed that he should be a physical practitioner, or practiced some kind of physical training technique.Therefore, the result of his natal stone smashing in anger, but this person didn't turn into a meat paste, was also expected by him.

Just as he opened his consciousness to check whether this person is alive or dead, the withered figure's drooping head suddenly lifted up, looked at him and said bitterly: "Don't smash it, I will let you survive in a while I can't ask for death."

"You don't have this chance." However, upon hearing his words, Dongfang Mo was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a regretful expression.

"Push!"

As soon as his words fell, there was a sound of flapping wings.In the shadow under his feet, a black light flashed, and instantly sank into the center of this person's eyebrows.

"Well!"

A look of bewilderment first appeared in the eyes of the withered figure, just as Dongfang Mo was in doubt.

"Boom!"

The person's head exploded without warning, and red and white things scattered all over the ground.

"call out!"

However, a fist-sized light and shadow shot out from him and rushed towards the sealed stone gate.

Dongfang Mo's pupils shrank sharply, and he clearly saw a villain the size of a fist in the light and shadow, and the appearance of the villain was exactly the withered figure from before.

"Yuan Ying!"

Just heard him exclaim.

At this time, the Nascent Soul of the withered figure had already shot in front of the stone gate, even waving its small hands.Following his movements, the light curtain transformed from the black talisman quietly melted.Taking advantage of this, he was about to rush into the corridor.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at this person.

"Bah!"

A slight voice sounded, and at the same time, Yuan Ying, who had rushed out of the withered figure at the Shimen, paused, and a tiny red dot appeared between his eyebrows.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the Nascent Soul exploded suddenly, turning into a rich spiritual light, filling the entire corridor and stone chamber.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, and the invisible Biyousi shot back and wrapped around his fingers.

"call……"

At this point, he took a long breath.The tense mind finally relaxed.

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