However, when the old Taoist saw his change, he was a little stunned and shook his head again. He saw an invisible fluctuation in his palm. Under this fluctuation, time seemed to have stopped passing.

Dongfang Mo's eyes still maintained a murderous look, but his body seemed to be frozen.

Under the power of the law, not to mention that he is only in the foundation building stage, even in the alchemy realm, there is no resistance.

At this point, the old Taoist covered his heavenly spirit with his palm, and his powerful magic power was about to explode in the next breath.

"Woo!"

At this moment, a sound like a baby crying sounded.

The old Taoist frowned, but his movements paused.

Suddenly, I turned my head and found a huge figure in the distance, stepping on the void and walking towards this place.

When the figure approached, it was discovered that it was the Brahmin's soul-crying beast.

On the shoulders of the Soul-Crying Beast, there was the gloomy old woman who had escaped before.

"Dare to come back."

The moment he saw this person, a cold murderous intent flashed in the old Taoist eyes.

But the next moment, he looked at the void behind the Soul-Crying Beast again as if he had some sense.

I saw the void squirming, and then a figure holding a snake staff appeared.

This person's body is hunched, with a huge hump behind him, and a strange smiling mask on his face.

"Old Monster Bu, long time no see."

As soon as he appeared, he looked at the old Taoist, and the smiling mask on his face seemed to be shaking.

"Puluo! You are not dead yet."

The old Taoist also stared at this person, and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

"Aren't you still alive? I've been in seclusion for so long. As soon as I came out, I heard that your Taiyi Dao Palace has been suppressed for so many years. Its strength is already the lowest in several major forces. You are ashamed of the title of the Three Qing Ancestors back then."

The hunched figure said.

"It's not your worries."

The old Taoist spoke in a deep voice.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's not the old woman. I'll tell you, you dare to even attack your own disciples. It would be strange if Taiyi Dao Palace can become strong."

"Hmph, this is my family business. Don't stretch your hands too long."

"So what about family matters? I'll interfere with this matter today. If you dare to search the boy's soul, I'll let your Taiyi Dao Palace disappear from now on."

At this point, the smiling face on the hunched figure's mask suddenly turned into a crying face.

At the same time, a cold breath emanated from it.

"Hahaha, what a big tone. The little blood clan used a little trick and caused you to lose countless disciples. Where did you get the confidence to say this to me?"

The old Taoist was unmoved, but laughed loudly.

"Haha, you can see through the tricks of the blood clan. Can't I? Those disciples die if they die. Where can there be enough fresh blood for blood sacrifices in immortality? If they cannot sacrifice blood, how can the great demon escape? The old woman said the same thing, hand over this kid."

"What if I say no!"

The old Taoist's eyes turned cold.

"If you say no, then you should stay forever."

But at this moment, a deep ventral suddenly came from the void.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood dissipated.

Everyone was sensing something, looking in a certain direction, and saw a ball of blood squirming not far away, and finally condensed into a black robe figure.

As soon as this person appeared, three blood condensation was also gathering behind him during his breath.

The person who came was the four leaders of the blood clan.

At this time, not only did the old Taoist look slightly changed, but even the hunched figure turned around.

However, before everyone could speak, they looked sideways in the distance again.

I saw five rays of light in the sky, as if they had torn through the void, and they appeared here in the blink of an eye.

Among these five people, one is a burly man.

One is an old man carrying a strange box.

There is also a scholar with a face that looks like a jade.

The other one is a woman about forty years old.

The last one is a middle-aged man with a very tall body.

"Damn it, how could people from the major forces of the human race come so quickly?"

The black robe figure made a deep ventriloquy, his tone full of anger.

Shi Qing, who was behind him, looked at the people who appeared here, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

These people were naturally attracted by him in secret. Since he couldn't get them, he would make them lose their heads and blood. Maybe he could still take advantage of the troubled waters.

When the old Taoist and the hunchbacked figure saw this, their expression also changed.

Especially the old Taoist, his face was so dark that he could drip out of water.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"

At this time, among several major forces, the scholar of the Gongsun family tilted his folding fan and spoke unyieldedly.

After this person's words fell, the others also looked at the old Taoist with a bad expression.

It was just because of this that he was covering Dongfang Mo's heavenly spirit, looking like he was about to search for his soul.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the old Taoist looked even more ugly.

After a while, he waved his hand and withdrew his palm from Dongfang Mo's head. He turned to everyone and said:

"Since all fellow Taoists gathered here, we are not secretly talking about it, how can we solve this problem?"

After the words fell, the old Taoist pushed them casually. Dongfang Mo fell several feet away from him. This move was to show everyone his sincerity.

But now, although Dongfang Mo was so angry, he still couldn't move and was suppressed.

Seeing this, everyone nodded, not surprised by the old Taoist's actions. Because if they were them, they would probably be like this. After all, who dared to face more than a dozen cultivators in the Infant Transformation Realm with their own strength?

After the old Taoist finished his words, he stopped talking, but looked at everyone calmly.

Although some of them were not the leaders of the seven major forces. But just the Brahmin leader and the leader of the blood clan, he was unable to compete, let alone the other five major forces.

"From the old woman's perspective, let that boy go and let him speak by himself."

At this time, the hunched figure stroked her snake staff and said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and nodded again.

Since no one can share so many people, only everyone can share them.

The body of the leader of the blood clan trembled. He planned for hundreds of years for this moment. But now there are a lot of people who want to get a share of the pie. Wouldn't he be angry? But in the end he endured it.

Seeing that everyone was not opposed to the hunched figure's words, the old Taoist shook his palm gently.

At the same time, the invisible fluctuation that suppressed Dongfang Mo disappeared without a trace.

At this point, he finally resumed his movements.

Although he was suppressed before, he still listened to everyone's words. Of course, he understood his current situation.

The bloodthirsty feeling in his heart spread, but he did not lose his mind, but smiled strangely and glanced at all the monks in the Infant Realm present.

When his eyes finally fell on the head and body of Miaoyin Academy, his expression moved slightly.

Because of the fraternal egg, this woman saved his life and had pleaded for him before.

Although he didn't know what the old Taoist said to her divine voice transmission, he knew very well that this woman could do nothing even if she wanted to save him, so she didn't have much hatred for her.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, for some reason, the woman in white suddenly glanced in the direction of the grave and a trace of the trace.

Dongfang Moben was a smart person, so he turned around as if he had never seen him, and even looked at the many monks in the Infant Transformation Realm, laughing.

"Hahaha……"

The laughter echoed in the vast night, which seemed a little weird.

There is even more helplessness and unyieldingness.

"Pretending to be a ghost, crying soul, let him speak."

The hunched figure of the Brahmin in the distance and the crying face on the mask turned into a smiling face again. Then he turned his head and spoke to the crying soul beast seven or eight feet tall beside him.

After the words fell, the soul-crying beast pounded its chest and was about to open its mouth.

"Slow down!"

At this moment, Dongfang Mo suddenly made a sound to stop him.
To be continued...