"Dongfang Mo" and Xing Wu each stood in the air, facing each other from afar.

Xing Wu looked at the strange color of "Dongfang Mo" in front of him, and then looked at the blood clan leader who was still floating in the air not far away. After a long time, he took the lead in speaking: "Who are you!"

"What, Brother Xing doesn't even recognize me?"

"Dongfang Mo" sneered.

"Take a house?"

After a while, Xing Wu seemed to have thought of something. After watching Dongfang Mo look up and down several times, he said with some uncertainty.

Hearing this, "Dongfang Mo" just smiled and stopped talking. Then he closed his eyes in front of Xing Wu, and fell into breathing adjustment.

"Tianmu spiritual roots, soul-shaking stones, soul-catching bells, demon-suppressing maps, spirit insect mother body, ghost painting talisman... Not bad."

After a while, "Dongfang Mo" kept nodding, saying as if he was muttering to himself. All of what he said was his own many magical powers and secrets, and it seemed that he had known them again at this moment.

This scene made Xing Wu's already fierce expression become more and more ferocious. However, from the beginning to the end, he did not move at all because he had no idea what happened to Dongfang Mo after leaving just now.

More than ten breaths passed like this. When the words "Dongfang Mo" that was constantly chanting "Dongfang Mo" were spitting out the words "black book", he opened his eyes. He slapped the storage bag on his waist and took out a book made of black animal skin.

The moment he looked at the book in his hand, "Dongfang Mo"'s face was full of excitement, and his fingers trembled, turning the book open.

When he saw the strange small characters in the book, his whole body shook.

Then he opened the book page by page, and the speed became faster and faster, and finally made a rustling sound.

Until he read through all the books, he finally couldn't suppress his excitement and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha...it's indeed this thing."

The laughter rolled, shaking the void around him.

But his laughter only lasted for a moment and then came to an abrupt end.

At this time, the magic pattern wandering around him paused, and then it began to fade gradually, and the fine scales also showed signs of hiding.

"It's really stubborn!"

"Dongfang Mo" talked to himself, as if he was talking to someone in secret.

After the words fell, he lifted his Taoist robe and sat cross-legged in the air. Then he closed his eyes again and fell into a state of meditation.

Not far away, Xing Wu Tongling's eyes wide open, but he had no choice but to do anything. At this moment, he was sure that the "Dongfang Mo" in front of him was not the real Dongfang Mo.

After a moment of pondering, Xing Wu turned his head and looked at the body left by the leader of the blood clan not far away. He shot in an electric shock. When he came to this person, he reached out his hand like a palm fan and grabbed the person's face.

"Bang!"

Xing Wu's arrest easily covered the man's face.

"Um?"

This scene surprised him very much. After looking up and down, he was convinced that the person in front of him was just an empty shell without soul. This also made him even more sure that Dongfang Mo was taken over.

So a fierce light flashed on his face, and then he grabbed the head of the leader of the blood clan and lifted the man directly in the air.

Then he stared at the every move of the "Dongfang Mo" ahead.

At this time, his meditation lasted only half a stick of incense, and a golden light on his head lit up again.

But the golden light lit up for a moment and then went out instantly, obviously suppressed.

"Um!"

But for only this moment, his body sitting cross-legged trembled. He saw that although his eyes were still closed, his lips opened and closed.

"All sentient beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering. All troubles are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Those with shapes are born in the invisible, incapable of being, and existence returns to nothing, and the environment is born from the mind..."

I heard only an obscure passage that was hard to understand and kept pouring out of his mouth.

As the scriptures came out, the black demon patterns on his body and the small scales that appeared gradually dimmed.

"The gods can't save you even if they come today."

At this moment, "Dongfang Mo" swelled up his abdomen and made a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic patterns and scales began to appear again, looking as if they were sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

If you can see it at this time, you will find that in the "Dongfang Mo"'s consciousness sea, a ball of black light fills the entire sea of ​​consciousness space, and this ball of black light is naturally the soul of the leader of the blood clan.

But now there is a small black light at the center of the black light. When you look closely, the black light is exactly the illusion of the oriental ink that has shrunk countless times.

And this is naturally Dongfang Mo's soul.

Originally, Dongfang Mo was able to control his soul and escape into the body of the Nascent Soul in the Dantian when the blood clan leader crawled into his sea of ​​consciousness, so as to give up his body and escape.

But in that case, he had only the Nascent Soul, and his whole body's strength could not be exerted by 10%. It would be a dream to retake this body, so he did not move rashly.

Because in his opinion, he had practiced the Demon Suppression Diagram, and his soul was much more solid and powerful than ordinary people. In addition, he also had a strange beast shadow with a soul body, it would be extremely difficult for this person to devour his soul and take over the body.

And if he takes a step back, even if he loses the battle of souls, it will not be too late for the Nascent Soul to leave his body.

But then he found that he had completely miscalculated.

After the soul of the blood leader forcibly broke through his iron-headed skills, the gray silk threads were densely pierced into his soul, and then these gray thin threads were like living creatures rooted in his soul.

What is even more incredible is that the gray silk thread is like a virus. After taking root, it actually assimilated his soul, making his soul merge with the soul of the leader of the blood clan.

He did not expect that this person's body-taking was completely different from the souls of the two people he imagined that they needed to eat each other. He had never heard of this body-taking method. Therefore, Dongfang Mo was completely defeated after just one encounter, which made him unable to escape into the Nascent Soul.

Not only that, after this person merged with his soul, he gradually learned his memories and all the secrets about him.

Dongfang Mo finally understood why the leader of the blood clan said before that even Xing Wu could not escape if he wanted to take over the body.

If there is this way of taking over the body, I'm afraid no one can resist it.

Just as Dongfang Mo's soul was about to be completely assimilated and annexed by this person, at the critical moment, the meditation mantra given to him by the Dharma King Jinglian was automatically revealed in his heart.

So his mind moved and he started singing without hesitation.

As the spell fell, his soul was wrapped by the blood clan leader, becoming brighter and brighter.

As time went by, his soul clearly appeared from the soul of the blood clan leader. At this time, he also regained some control over his body.

If Dongfang Mo is willing at this time, he is 90% sure that he can escape into the Yuanying and escape.

But that would be equivalent to him having to give up this body, which was not what he wanted.

At this time, with his resistance, the leader of the blood clan naturally could not remain indifferent. He saw that the black light in Dongfang Mo's sea of ​​consciousness began to constantly squeeze, trying to merge Dongfang Mo again.

However, as Dongfang Mo recites the scriptures in his mouth, Wu Guang's resistance becomes increasingly tired, and on the contrary, Dongfang Mo's black soul becomes brighter and clearer.

Just less than a cup of tea, the black light doubled and it was vaguely about to occupy the sea of ​​consciousness again.

The two of them are still in a mess, but they are clearly divided, each occupying half of them, and they seem to be evenly matched.

"Impossible, this is also a Buddhist technique. How could you understand such mysterious Buddhist scriptures?"

Dongfang Mo's abdomen was shaking, and his tone was full of incredibleness.

It's just his question, no one will answer it.

After a short moment, the meditation mantra of the East became more and more smooth, and the meaning of the scriptures became more and more mysterious.

At this time, the black light in his sea of ​​consciousness showed a downward trend. He was forced to retreat step by step, occupying only one-third of the light group formed after the souls of the two people merged, and was about to be completely suppressed.

The leader of the blood clan has lived for countless years and is a decisive person who knows the principle of choice. Seeing that the general trend is about to go, the black light burst out again into countless thin threads, and then shot towards the Dongfang Mo Tianling.

Dongfang Mo had already noticed this, and at this time, the meditation mantra was sung by him, and every word had a kind of deterrence.

"Buzz!"

And the golden light on his head surged, and the iron-headed skill suddenly started to work.

If you are careful, you will find that the golden light on his head at this time was much brighter than before. From a distance, Dongfang Mo's head was like a cast of gold juice.

When countless thin filaments pricked on the golden skull of Dongfang Mo, they immediately bounced back.

In the Dongfang Mo's sea of ​​consciousness, his soul had completely taken the initiative. He smiled grimly and swallowed the gray filaments that bounced back around him wildly.

"If you didn't open your sea of ​​consciousness, don't blame me for exploding my soul, and you and I will die together."

In his mind, the voice of the angry spiritual sense of the leader of the blood clan came. He had never encountered such a situation before when he took over the body.

However, what answered him was the increasingly faster meditation mantra that Dongfang Mo said.

Seeing this scene, all the gray filaments were so anxious that they were like ants on the Heat, starting to string them up everywhere.

However, Dongfang Mo's iron-headed skills are blessed by the mantra of meditation, just like a copper wall. These gray thin filaments are destined to be futile when they hit.

"ah!"

The leader of the blood clan let out a low roar, and all the gray filaments condensed and turned into his appearance.

But at this time, his soul body was extremely illusory and would be dispersed at any time.

Let’s look at Dongfang Mo’s soul, which is several times stronger than him.

"Since that's the case, let's die together!"

The leader of the blood clan smiled grimly, and then his soul body suddenly emitted a violent fluctuation.

Dongfang Mo was finally shocked when he saw this. If he escaped into the Nascent Soul at this time, he would definitely be able to save his life, but his sea of ​​consciousness in his body would inevitably be destroyed by this person's soul. At that time, he would need to sacrifice and refine a body again.
To be continued...