Taoist students

Chapter 596 Nightmare Tail
The constant churning pain that seemed to be inserted into his mind with his fingers made Dongfang Mo clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead popped out, and a low, beast-like roar came out of his throat.

"what!"

At this time, his pupils were protruding, and the sweat and blood all over his body were fused together, soaking the wide Taoist robe thoroughly.

"The skull is quite hard, it must be because he has practiced some kind of technique to protect the soul."

He couldn't help but be a little surprised when the old storyteller found out that he couldn't successfully search Dongfang Mo's soul under his actions.

But the next moment, he chuckled, and the strength in his hands increased by two points unconsciously.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo's eyes turned blood red instantly, and the pain he endured seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Grumbling..."

I saw the blood flowing all over his body accelerated, like boiling water.

When his heart was full of hostility, murderous intent, anger and other negative emotions.

"Buzz!"

In the turquoise spiritual root in his body, a dark hairspring exploded instantly, dyeing his spiritual root the same black color in an instant.

In just this moment, the momentum on his body rose sharply, and a spiritual pressure rose from his body.

"What kind of technique is this? It can more than triple its strength." The old storyteller still held Dongfang Mo's Heavenly Spirit tightly with his palm, but he was amazed in his heart.

"Shh!"

Dongfang Mo didn't know what this person was thinking. After the spiritual root mutated, his eyes instantly looked at this person, with a grinning expression on his face.

Even though the strengths of the two sides are very different, he has never been a person who commits crimes without school.

"Die!"

The next moment, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he let out a loud shout.

After the words fell, the mana in his body was violently agitated.

"call!"

In an instant, the natal stone, the size of a human head, fell down without any fanfare with the momentum of a thousand ounces, and angrily smashed towards the old storyteller Tianling.

But when the natal stone was less than three feet away from the old storyteller, the corners of the old storyteller's mouth rose, and a faint blue light lit up his whole body.

"boom!"

After the natal stone hit the blue light, it felt as if it had been hit hard, and was ejected viciously, hitting the cliff next to the valley.With a bang, Yabi was smashed into a big black hole.The natal stone also entered it and disappeared.

Looking at the old storytelling book again, he blocked the blow without even blinking his eyelids.

Dongfang Mo was furious, and the broken blade's arm shook.The mana in his body unreservedly vented out, and was crazily absorbed by the broken blade in his hand.

Now that he has broken through to the Infant Transformation Realm, the mana in his body is so powerful that it cannot be compared to the past.

"Yan!"

In an instant, the silk thread on the broken blade suddenly lit up with golden light, and there was a faint sound of sword cry amidst the tremor.

"His!"

Dongfang Mo raised his arm, clamped Duan Ren, and stabbed the old storyteller's eyebrows who were close at hand like lightning.

His movements in one go, because the speed was too fast, only a faint golden glow could be seen for a moment.

At this time, the old storyteller finally frowned slightly, looking a little squarely at it.

Seeing the golden light piercing his brow, he threw his spare left hand fiercely.

"Hoo... Boom!"

The bone tooth caught by him turned into a black line and smashed on the side wall, just like Dongfang Mo's natal stone, leaving only a black hole in the wall.

Then he stretched his left hand forward.

There was a crisp "ding", and the broken blade was less than a foot away from the center of his eyebrows. The old storyteller used his index and middle fingers to clamp it between his fingers forcefully, keeping it motionless.

Dongfang Mo felt as if he had stabbed a copper wall with a broken blade.The arm holding Duan Ren trembled constantly, if he could see it, he would find that most of the meridians in his arm had been broken.

"The power of this remnant weapon is not bad. It seems that you have a lot of secrets." The old storyteller smiled slightly.

After saying that, he turned his wrist and pulled out the broken blade from Dongfang Mo's fingers.Then with the palm of your hand, the object disappeared.

"Bah!"

But just after he finished all this, an undetectable silver thread shot out instantly, reaching the position between his eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the old storyteller was enveloped by a blue light, so the silver thread was easily blocked by three inches between his eyebrows.

But even if it is blocked, the silver thread is still like a living thing, constantly swinging, trying to continue to drill towards the center of his eyebrows.

"This should be the Gusu family's unique magic weapon, Biyousi. Could it be that you have some relationship with that family? Not only do you have a thousand chassis in your hand, but you also have this thing."

"But no matter who you are, today's end is the same. You have been tossing for so long, now you go to die."

At the end of the story, the old storyteller lost his patience.He opened his mouth slightly to inhale, and Bi Yousi slid into his mouth with a "squeak", and then his throat twitched, and he actually swallowed the thing.

Then he grabbed Dongfang Mo with his right hand, and slapped his dantian Yuanying with his left hand.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo was horrified, but unable to move his body, he could only watch the old storyteller's palm fall.

"Boom!"

When the old storyteller's palm hit his dantian, there was a sound like a mallet hitting a drum.

"puff……"

Dongfang Mo's slender body was directly beaten into a bow shape.A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, staining the teleportation platform in front of it red.

At this time, the Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in his dantian had blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and three or four fine cracks appeared on his body.

This is the situation where he used the black rain stone to protect his dantian, otherwise, that palm might directly slap his Nascent Soul into a puddle of flesh.

"Come on, let the little old man see who you really are and how many little secrets you have."

The old storyteller severely injured him with a palm. At this time, Tian Ling clasped his right hand and squeezed his five fingers violently.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his mouth.

"The head is really hard enough. It seems that if you don't put in more effort, you really won't be able to take you in."

But when he found that Dongfang Mo's head was as hard as iron, and it was impossible to search his soul with the power of the baby-turning state, the old storyteller let out a cold snort.The next moment, the power in his hand increased by three points again, using a little power of the Immortal Ascension Boundary.

"Boom..."

Just when the old storyteller used a little power of the Immortal Ascension Boundary, there was a muffled thunder from the sky.A streak of lightning swam away, shining brightly on the earth.

Immediately afterwards, bean-sized raindrops poured down, fell to the ground and made a crackling sound, and also splashed a layer of white water vapor.

Feeling the pulling force on the top of his head increase again, Dongfang Mo's headache became more and more severe, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.It seems that the iron head skills of Xiaocheng realm cannot stop this person.

"Goo!"

At the critical moment, a deep cry rang through his mind, making him who was about to pass out a little more sober.

The old storyteller subconsciously glanced at the shadow under his feet, then his pupils shrank slightly.

With his strength, he naturally saw a spirit beast that looked like a falcon, hiding in the shadows under Dongfang Mo's feet.

Just when he was amazed that the whole body of the spirit beast was full of pure soul fluctuations.

"Huh!"

From the cuff of Dongfang Mo's right hand, a three-foot-long black whip protruded and chopped towards the old storyteller's chest.

All the means he can use have been used, and the damage to the Nascent Soul has slowed down the operation of his mana. Now the only way to stop this person is to fight for the black whip.At that time, he will use all the methods such as magic sand and magic map to see if he can delay for a while. His only hope is the teleportation array in front of him.

"Snapped!"

Just as his heart was beating wildly, the next moment, a clear sound came immediately, and then Dongfang Mo felt the top of his head loosen, and the huge force that was about to crush his head disappeared instantly.

Surprised, he turned his head to look forward.Then he found the old storyteller's body flying upside down like a kite with a broken string.

This person's body could block the blue light of the natal stone, and it collapsed in an instant with the whip of his black whip.And at the position of his chest, there appeared a terrible wound that almost cut him in two.

A stream of blue blood sprayed out, blood staining the air.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo's eyes widened suddenly.

He looked at the black whip in his hand almost subconsciously, full of astonishment in his heart.

Unexpectedly, even the natal stone and the broken blade could not hurt the old storyteller in the slightest. Under the whip of this black whip, his body was almost broken in half.At this point you can even see his beating blue heart.

This black whip was obtained when he killed a young man from the Gongsun family in the Paradise of Paradise in Taiyi Dao Palace, and it seems that the young man also found this thing from Paradise of Paradise.

Over the years, he has studied this object more than once, and found that it has the characteristics of restraining the soul, being extremely hard, and unable to inject mana.But he never expected that this black whip could seriously injure the old storyteller of Immortal Ascension Boundary.

With Dongfang Mo's mind, he knew that it couldn't be that the power of the black whip was just like this, otherwise he would have discovered it all these years ago.The only possibility is that the black whip has a restraining effect on the old storyteller.And the degree of restraint is extremely strong.

"boom!"

After the old storyteller fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched and his face was full of pain.

But he endured the pain and raised his head. When he saw the three-foot black whip in Dongfang Mo's hand, his pupils shrank sharply, and he let out an unbelievable exclamation: "Dream Tail!" !"

　To be continued

　　
　
(End of this chapter)