The sky curtain formation diagram was broken, and the sword force exerted by Qianmo instantly weakened by half, and the threat to the remaining ten six arhats was naturally much smaller. Lightly pressed his toes, Qianmo quickly rushed towards the back, and a strong wind blew up along the way, and the blowing bamboo leaves quickly blurred everyone's sight.

As expected, those arhats would still restrain themselves a lot under the sword formation. One sword formation was broken. Except for the Venerable Ye Mo, the other ten five people instantly rose up from the ground, or came to the ground, or rushed forward to Qianmo who was quickly retreating to the rear.

Qian Mo covered his left hand and a long black ice sword condensed and appeared. Two swords were in his hand. The sword danced in the clouds. The ice bloodline and the demon bloodline burst out at the same time. The two lights and shadows of snow-white and scarlet filled the entire purple bamboo forest, making this strange forest look even more terrifying.

Today's Galan Mountain is indeed a bit different from usual.

At this time in the past, people have been going up the mountain to incense and pray for blessings. In the early morning of Galan Mountain, under the morning light, surrounded by layers of fog, which can be said to be a world of endless weather, like a fairyland.

But now, although the fog is heavy, it no longer has the feeling of Buddha light shining like in the past. Whether it is light or fog, there is a scarlet aura, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

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At this time, a brave pilgrimage came forward to the temple and asked a little monk in the temple, "Little Master, what kind of demon has been involved in Jialan Mountain?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and said, "Why did the donor say this?"

The pilgrim sighed and said, "I am trapped by worldly affairs today and cannot feel at ease. I thought I could go up to this mountain to swell up incense to seek peace of mind, but I didn't want to come here, but my heart became more and more frightened. Look at this mountain, it is far from being as auspicious as before."

The little monk looked in the direction he pointed, smiled and said, "The donor's words are wrong. The scenery is still this scene, and it is because you are confused. The Galan Mountain is always still Galan Mountain. Since the donor goes up the mountain to seek a state of mind, it is better to go to the Luketai in Youshan, which may be helpful to you."

The pilgrim bowed to thank him and immediately left the temple.

The little monk looked up at the horizon, smiled, and said, "This young master Qianmo actually changed the breath of Galan Mountain with his own strength. It is really extraordinary."

"Forget it, it's a blessing or a disaster. What should be done, I can't hide..." The little monk turned around and left the temple and walked towards the sycamore forest.

At this moment, in the purple bamboo forest.

Thousands of Mo fight and retreat, thousands of sword blades change unpredictably, and the bloodline of fellow practitioners of both veins is wide open, and the battle is really undecided and the world changes color.

The remaining ten five arhats who kept rushing towards Qian Mo were ruthless and their methods were unpredictable. However, each of them knew very well what they needed to do. The attack moves were layered, and Qian Mo had no chance to regulate his breath at all.

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Qian Mo's body continued to retreat. Wherever he went, the sword shadows were shattered, and a large piece of purple bamboo collapsed.

Qianmo held his breath and focused his mind, and he retreated until the distant Venerable Yemo gradually disappeared from his sight.

At this time, the aura of Qianmo's area changed instantly. Except for Venerable Ye Mo and the two Arhats who retreated, all of them realized that the situation was wrong.

It was the unlimited attack of these Arhats, but suddenly felt the sudden change of Qianmo's breath in front of them. Everyone was alert and said sternly, "This child's method is strange, and he will fight quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Buddhist seals blasted towards Qianmo.

Suddenly, Qian Mo's figure disappeared from the spot, and all the Buddha seals hit the purple bamboo forest behind him. Everyone's eyes were condensed, "How could this happen?!"

In the next moment, Qian Mo's figure flashed to the side of a Arhat. The Xuan Ice Magic in his hand transformed into an illusion, and a palm hit his back!

Bang!

The arhat's body flew out directly and fell to the ground hard. The ice on his body spread rapidly. Soon, a layer of black ice was covered with eyebrows, eyes and cheeks.

Just as they realized, Qian Mo's figure disappeared from the spot again.

This time, Qian Mo came to the Arhat who mocked Qian Mo as a foreign race, looked at him with his eyes straight, and said softly, "Today I want you to see how the alien race you look down on knocked you down."

Qianmo's palms gathered in ice, and one palm hit the arhat's face. Even though the man reacted in advance and tried to cover it with his hands, he still did not escape the invasion of the ice. His body flew backwards and broke into the depths of the lush purple bamboo forest, disappearing.

The Arhats realized that the situation was wrong, quickly expanded the formation and dispersed to the four places, murmured, "What kind of perverted magic is this!"

However, at this time, the ten eight Arhats had already injured four people, and the position of the Venerable Ye Mo had been pulled away by Qian Mo's fight and retreat. He had not noticed the situation here yet. At present, it was Qian Mo's pursuit!

Qian Mo made a gesture with his palm, his mind moved slightly, and French changed beside him. Qian Mo's figure once again came to a Arhat who was trying to evacuate. A palm fell down, and the man was like before, like the purple bamboo.

Just as Qian Mo was planning to kill one person, the aura of four weeks changed again. This change made these Arhats feel very happy.

Purple Buddha Seal!

In this purple bamboo forest full of mist, Qian Mo thought he had compressed his breath to the extreme, but he was still noticed so quickly by Venerable Ye Mo.

Qian Mo could only be forced to change his body again and disappear into the fog.

This place where the hindrance of the Ten Eight Arhats did not want to become a blessed place that Qianmo really used, and it had the meaning of turning against the guest as the main.

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The plain expression of Venerable Ye Mo finally flashed through a slight wave, and he said in surprise, "Is this the law of space?"

However, Qian Mo was still hiding in the darkness and didn't want to speak at all. With the strength of Venerable Ye Mo, once he made a sound, he could quickly lock in Qian Mo's position. Qian Mo didn't want to ruin this favorable situation at this moment.

Seeing that there was no movement for 4 weeks, the remaining dozen arhats could not swallow this breath at all and said sternly, "Boy, be aware of your feelings and get out quickly. I can leave you with one breath when I start!"

Thousands of ink were hidden in the bamboo forest, and their minds moved, and the law of space was exerted again. The body quickly passed through the forest. There was a cold voice spreading for four weeks. "I am worthy of being Bu Huangming's fellow disciples, all of whom are so irritable."

This sentence was once again angered these Arhats, "Bu Huangming is a shame in our sect! If you dare to say a word to your fellow disciples, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Qian Mo laughed and said, "After all, he is a Buddhist. How can he be so impetuous? Your master doesn't call you, what does it mean to not show your emotions?"

Bang!

The Arhat was completely angry and immediately waved the long halberd in his hand and slashed into the forest. It was true that he almost exposed Qian Mo's position.

At this time, Venerable Ye Mo stopped him, "After all, he is the one who has fought with Bu Huangming. He is basically familiar with your methods. It is normal to lose. Moreover, his methods are far beyond our imagination."

Qian Mo laughed and said, "Sure enough, there is still a person who knows the current affairs. Not all the rough men in the Galan Mountains who only know how to yell."

Seeing these people so angry that they were so angry that they were helpless, Qian Mo raised his lips and felt secretly happy. He was angry. Often, this is the easiest time to give him the opportunity.

At this time, the figure of the Venerable Ye Mo suddenly changed, but his target was not Qian Mo hiding in the fog, but several arhats knocked down by Qian Mo. At this time, they were still suffering from the ice bloodline. As the power of ice spreads, the bloodline will gradually solidify, and 1:1 o'clock until the bloodlines of the whole body is frozen, becoming a real ice sculpture.

This is also Qianmo's unique punishment method. This method is available for those who are stubborn and do not want to disclose a little information. However, in the current situation, if you want to distract the attention of Venerable Yemo and look for opportunities, Qianmo has to use it.

Sure enough, the monks in Kalan Mountain still took compassion as their compassion and listened to the wailing voices of their disciples. Although Ye Mo knew that this technique would not endanger their lives for the time being, he still did not want them to suffer like this, so he still chose to help. The relaxation of Ye Mo's sedation was Qian Mo's best opportunity to deal with others.

Just as Venerable Yemo shook, Qianmo also moved. Although the arhats were tightly led by Venerable Yemo, they would still make a distance of 1 when there were too many people.

Qianmo found the right opportunity, and the laws of space continued to operate. The short-distance teleportation did not consume much of Qianmo's mysterious power. At this time, he had already mastered it, so he was quite comfortable to use it on the battlefield at this moment.

"This is the law of space..." Obviously, the secret technique left by Tiannan land has caused another qualitative change in Qian Mo's killing technique!

If these people were not disciples in Galan Mountain, the ice blade in Qianmo's hand would have turned into a holy sword. It was not the power of ice that was penetrated into his body, but the sharp sword blade of the holy sword.

Just as Venerable Ye Mo was planning to soothe the other two ice powers lying on the ground, Qian Mo transformed into an illusion and came to the two arhats again. The magic in his hands transformed into the magic, and two ice blades immediately penetrated into their bodies.

However, at this moment, I heard a loud groan, and a purple Buddha seal shone under Qianmo's feet.

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Venerable Ye Mo turned around, looked at Qian Mo coldly, and said, "I really think that mastering the law of space is the invincible magician in this world? The law of space is based on enough space to show its powerful power. But without space, there will be nowhere to hide."

"Don't you like to deliberately reveal your flaws to seek opportunities for your opponents? Today I also want to tell you what is the real hunting."

When the Dharma arose, Qianmo's body was covered by this purple Buddha seal. He didn't even know when this Buddhist seal was laid by Venerable Yemo.

It seems that I have met an opponent.
Chapter completed!