The demon soul aura that enveloped this place suddenly rolled violently. It all rushed towards Master Bu, and in the blink of an eye it drowned him.

Seeing this, Master Bu immediately spread a layer of Qi all over his body.

And when all the demon souls hit the layer of energy, they immediately made a banging sound.

It’s okay, but Dongfang Mo has nourished nearly a hundred demon souls. With so many numbers, in just a moment, the energy around Bu Zhenren began to tremble.

"Bang!"

At one moment, a pale hand slapped the Qi around Bu Zhenren. With just this blow, some cracks appeared on the Qi layer.

"Bang!"

After another loud bang, the layer of Qi finally broke open, and Master Bu's figure was exposed.

The little ghost in purple roared, and his body rushed into it with lightning speed. Its hands shone purple lights and attacked the Bu Zhenren, who was the size of an ant in front of it, and continued to attack.

True Man Bu was already seriously injured in his vitality. Faced with the violent attack of the little ghost in purple, he kept retreating.

"Hahaha……"

Dongfang Mo looked at the embarrassed Zhenren Bu and burst into laughter, feeling extremely happy in his heart.

Seeing that the man stretched out his hand and a three-foot wooden sword was captured by him from the air and grabbed it behind his palm.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand as fast as lightning.

"puff!"

The next moment, as a black light flashed, a sharp sword sounded.

"Um!"

Bu Zhenren staggered, and opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, a bloody wound was pierced on the side of his waist, and the hot blood was gushing out.

Dongfang Mo then reached out and grabbed a monster blade between his fingers, looking at Bu Zhenren with a touch of murderous intent that seemed to be real.

Then he opened his mouth and vomited.

"call out!"

The longan-eye-sized natal stone shot out from his mouth, and then expanded to ten feet the next moment, and smashed it at Master Bu.

"Buzz!"

Before he got close, an unparalleled gravity emanated from the natal stone, causing Mr. Bu to step back and beat him up.

"drink!"

Seeing that he could not dodge, Master Bu shouted loudly. He held the peach wood sword in both hands and slashed towards the hit natal stone.

"Hiss!"

A sharp sword light burst out from the wooden sword and slashed on the huge natal stone without any fancy.

"Bang!"

Under this attack, although the attack of the Ninja Stone was abrupt, the body of Bu Zhenren was squirting blood and flew backwards.

Seeing this laughter became more and more rampant, Dongfang Mo made a move in the distance, and the soul-shaking stone that had hit the ground before also soared into the sky. The stone emitted a sense of pressure that shocked the soul and continued to smash it at Master Bu.

There are nearly one million demon souls around now, and it is a whimsical idea to escape.

Next, I saw the bombardment of Dongfang Mo Shuangshi and the attack of the purple-clothed ghost, and the body of Bu Zhenren flew backwards again and again.

Dongfang Mo originally had a more concise way to kill this person, but at this time the bloodthirst in his heart had been aroused. For Zhenren Bu, he had decided to destroy this person's body first, and then draw out his soul and refine it into a demon soul.

"boom!"

At some point, when Mr. Bu was bombarded again, he could no longer stand up.

The wooden sword in his hand fell into the distance, and the white Taoist robe on his body was also ragged.

Looking at the many parts of his body, Bu Zhenren, who had been transformed by his natal stone and soul-shaking stone, Dongfang Mo stepped forward.

At the same time, a vine emerged from under the body of Bu Zhenren, entangled his body tightly, and was lifted into the air as the vines grew.

"Hehe, have you ever thought that today will come?" Dongfang Mo stood ten feet away and said to Master Bu.

At this time, countless demon souls around were circling, all showing a ferocious expression.

The natal stone and soul shaking stone float above his head and can be sacrificed at any time.

The little ghost in purple was floating in another direction of Master Bu, looking at the dying man.

Today, even if Master Bu has wings, he will not be able to escape from his palm.

"Ahem...wow!"

Mr. Bu coughed violently for a while and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood with broken internal organs.

"I used to be considered an ant back then, and I could kill you with my fingers. Today it was in your hands. Maybe it was God's will, so I recognized it." After coughing out the blood, I heard from Master Bu.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo smiled gloomy. He was indeed an ant to Bu Zhenren and others. If it weren't for the old monsters in the transformation realm of Infant Realm, they temporarily left his life in order to plot against the secrets about the sufferings on him, otherwise he would have been able to kill him countless times if he breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was precisely because he didn't take him seriously that he allowed him to enter the Onitum. Later, he was fortunate to meet Gusu Wan'er and escape from birth.

Looking back at the past, Dongfang Mo opened his five fingers and pinched them hard.

"Crack!"

I saw the vines entangled Bu Zhenren and began to shrink suddenly, squeezing his body to overwhelm.

At this time, Bu Zhenren's face suddenly became distorted, and he seemed extremely painful.

But just as the tightened vines were about to squeeze his body into a pool of meat paste.

"Wave!"

There was only a light sound coming.

In an instant, Dongfang Mo was shocked to find that the vines wrapped around Bu Zhenren turned into pieces of spiritual light, and Bu Zhenren's body also fell down with a thud.

Dongfang Mo's eyes turned cold, and his palm stretched out, and he was about to throw the black monster blade in his hand towards Master Bu on the ground.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank and stopped his movements.

It turned out that in front of Mr. Bu, an old man in a Taoist robe seemed to appear out of thin air.

This person is a little thin and dull, and his eyes look at Dongfang Mo without any emotion.

For some reason, the moment he saw this old man, Dongfang Mo only felt that this person gave him a somewhat familiar feeling. He was sure that he must have seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

With his current cultivation level, he will never forget it, but it is almost the same. As long as he has seen someone who can leave an impression, he will definitely be able to remember who it is.

And the only possibility of this situation is that this person has seen him when he was low in his cultivation or even before he even entered the practice.

The thought just came to an arouse, and the next moment Dongfang Mo opened his mouth wide in shock.

Because many years ago, he was still a young child. When he was cheating with his father in the world, he met an old Taoist priest.

The scene of meeting the old Taoist priest back then left an indelible impression on Dongfang Mo. Even he knew that he was a hidden spirit root, he learned from the old Taoist priest.

Although he was still young at the time and his memory was a little blurred, looking at the old man in front of him, Dongfang Mo almost subconsciously overlapped the figures of the two.

"My friend, how about it?" Just as Dongfang Mo's heart was filled with storms, he could only hear the old man in front of him say calmly.

Although the words are calm, they give people an irresistible feeling.

After hearing his words, Dongfang Mo didn't understand what the old man meant.

I saw his eyes looking at this person, and then his face changed.

He could not see the depth of the old man back then, but he was understandable. Now he is a cultivator in the Infant Realm, but he still can't see the cultivation level of this person.

However, he had a kind of intuition that this person was definitely not a cultivator in the Infant Realm, but he was probably a cultivator in the Shenyou Realm.

"Why!"

Dongfang Mo looked at the man and asked back.

You should know that even if this person is a monk in the Shenyou Realm, he is not afraid of him.

"Taiyi Dao Palace needs inheritance, and this person cannot die." The old man said.

"What does this have to do with the trail?"

Perhaps because of the murderous intent towards Bu Zhenren in his heart, he had reached the extreme, so Dongfang Mo was still a little aggressive.

No matter how bad he is, he is no match for this person, and if he wants to escape, he is still 70% sure.

Hearing his words, the old man finally showed a chill when he looked at his serious expression.

I saw him reach out his hand like lightning and grab Dongfang Mo Yaoyao.

Fast, it's too fast.

This is the only feeling of Dongfang Mo.

"Bang!"

In the flash of lightning, Dongfang Mo didn't even have time to do anything. The next moment, he was pinched tightly by a palm condensed by magic power.
To be continued...