A jade hairpin magical weapon exudes hazy moonlight.
"Chichi!"
There is also an inconspicuous blood mark, entwined with a vicious aura.
Two sharp attacks fell on Shen Mo one after another.
Hosta instrument.
It pierced the inner disciple's robe that Shen Mo was wearing, and then seemed to hit an iron plate, unable to penetrate anymore.
The aura of the moonlight skyrocketed, and in the next moment, it exploded into jade fragments all over the sky.
The vicious blood mark also corroded a corner of Shen Mo's outer robe, and then emitted white smoke and disappeared silently.
Shen Mo was still immersed in tempering and understanding, and it was only then that he came back to his senses.
It’s not that his consciousness is not sharp enough to detect the incoming hosta magic weapon and vicious blood seal.
But neither of these poses any threat to him.
It was as if the breeze was blowing the leaves and falling on him.
Naturally, Shen Mo was too lazy to stop his reflection immediately and go all out to deal with these two offensives.
"Have you climbed more than a hundred stone steps before you knew it?"
Shen Mo took off his outer clothes, took out a brand-new standard robe from the Qiankun bag and put it on, then raised his eyes and looked forward and upward.
I saw a Yanyue Sect disciple and a Qixingtan disciple standing on the stone steps seven or eight steps above him, looking down at him with solemn faces.
These two people are naturally not Xiao Ling'er and Yang Chi, but the Tianjiao disciples who work as support.
Before Shen Mo came up, they were fighting fiercely here.
They all want to knock each other down.
So that I can continue to climb the stone steps, and after chasing up for a while, I can continue to provide help to my main force.
Today.
As soon as they saw Shen Mo chasing after him, they immediately stopped with a tacit understanding and attacked Shen Mo together.
Trying to join forces.
For Xiao Linger and Yang Chi, one less competitor is eliminated.
"Senior Brother Cheng, this man is wearing a top-grade robe and has an astonishingly strong physique. If you don't show some real skills, I'm afraid you won't be able to hurt him at all!"
The disciple of Yanyue Sect took another hairpin from his bun and said to the disciples of Qixingtan.
Her voice was gentle and sweet, but what she said was not good.
The Seven Star Altar disciple nodded solemnly and patted the Qiankun bag with his hand.
A table fell in front of him, and then ritual instruments were arranged one after another on the table.
"I'm going to start a ritual and activate the killing power of the Seven Stars to curse him. Junior sister, please support him first and don't let him interrupt me from reciting the curse."
While the disciples of the Seven Star Altar were talking, they were already walking around the altar.
He kept mumbling something.
If he hadn't been the new genius of the Seven Stars Altar, Shen Mo would have thought that he had met a magic stick who pretended to be a ghost in the world.
Speaking of which, the rituals and spells of the Seven Star Altar are indeed quite famous.
Many wild Taoists who kill ghosts and exorcise evil spirits in the secular world and open altars will have some relationship with the Seven Star Altar in a roundabout way.
When the Yanyue Sect disciples saw this, a strange look flashed in their eyes, but they finally suppressed the distracting thoughts in their hearts.
She threw the hairpin and quickly made a seal with her hand.
"Go!"
With a sharp shout, the halo of light on the hairpin turned into a wisp of moonlight and shot towards Shen Mo.
The current hairpin magic weapon is much higher than the previous one, and its meaning is much stronger.
Even Shen Mo can't guarantee that the Qinghun robe can block it intact.
However.
It is not that simple to break through the heavy defenses of Qinghun robe, red carp inner armor and Jiuji crystal sand gang, and then hurt his powerful body.
At best, Shen Mo just doesn't want to expose more tricks at this time.
"Buzz!"
The Demon-Slaying Sword flickered, and the Moonlight Hairpin was caught in the light of the sword.
"Whoosh!"
The crystal jade powder is everywhere.
Mixed in the sword light, it looks particularly beautiful.
This hosta is also a treasure that is constantly being refined by the Yanyue Sect disciples.
Logically speaking, if you bump into the top grade magic sword a few times, the damage will not be too great.
However, the Demon-Slaying Sword in Shen Mo's hand has no fancy special effects and is only known for its ruggedness and sharpness.
With the bonus of superb swordsmanship and Xiaoyao Sword Intent, it’s not surprising that he was cut into jade powder in just one encounter!
Seeing that their magic weapon was destroyed in the blink of an eye, the Yanyue Sect disciples looked very ugly.
At this moment, Shen Mo made a new move. The magical sword in his hand suddenly flashed with spiritual light, and a majestic sword energy slashed towards the stone steps.
The target of the sword energy is not the owner of the hosta, but the disciples of the Seven Star Altar who are walking around the altar.
"Not good!"
The disciples of Yanyue Sect shouted and quickly played out several talismans.
Spiritual energy surges, light and shadow change.
Several defensive methods were used to block the Seven Star Altar disciples in an instant.
It’s not that the disciples of Yanyue Sect have good intentions.
But she thought to herself that it was difficult to stop Shen Mo from climbing the mountain on her own.
Only by relying on the incantation of Brother Cheng from the Seven-Star Altar can we have some chance of defeating Shen Mo!
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
The fire turtle, wind wall, golden shield and other objects transformed by the talisman are as brittle as thin paper under the light of the sword.
In the blink of an eye, he was cut into pieces, but the power of the sword light remained undiminished as it slashed toward the altar.
The next moment.
The Seven Star Altar disciples stopped.
He held the seal with both hands and looked down: "Hurt the soul, weaken the soul, drive away evil spirits! Go!"
A dim blood seal containing a hint of starlight appeared in front of Shen Mo out of thin air, and landed on his eyebrows without any warning.
And the sword light has already taken the disciples of the Seven Star Altar and flew them away.
"Chi!"
Shen Mo only felt the moment the blood mark fell on his body, his body and soul felt like he was being pricked by needles.
He swayed slightly and almost fell down the stone steps.
However, it only stung for a moment, and the scorching sun soul in the sea of consciousness was already shining brightly.
Illuminating and dissolving every bit of stardust and blood stained with the soul.
The "Dragon Elephant Blood Evil Body" and "Three Heads and Six Arms True Immortal Technique" also came into operation at the right time.
As the qi and blood surged like pulp and mercury, the blood seal's special power was washed away completely like a tower of sand under a huge tide.
And this moment.
The Seven Star Altar disciple who was originally slashed by the sword light was lying on the steps.
Like a big fish that was lifted out of the river, it flopped violently for a few times, then lay on the ground without any movement.
"The incantation of the Seven Star Altar is indeed somewhat sophisticated."
Shen Mo thought secretly in his heart.
This blood seal spell not only hurts the body, but also hurts the mind.
Its curse power is probably capable of killing ordinary sixth-level Qi-gathering monks!
Fortunately, Shen Mo has completed the "Shen Soul Meditation Sutra" and has the scorching sun soul to resist the curse that invades the soul, otherwise, he will really suffer a big loss!
Shen Mo continued to climb the stairs.
The Yanyue Sect disciple held a sharp sword and held a talisman in his hand, with a look of hesitation on his face.
After much thought, she finally decided not to attack Shen Mo again.
Instead, she put away the talisman and saluted with her sword. Her face turned into an apologetic look: "Junior sister also has a duty, and she only takes action against senior brother as a last resort. Please don't blame me, senior brother!"
"You are quick to see opportunities!"
A smile appeared on Shen Mo's lips, and before the Yanyue Sect disciple could speak again, he raised his foot and kicked her in the butt.
"Gululu!"
Caught off guard, the disciple of Yanyue Sect rolled down more than ten steps before regaining his balance.
She was ashamed and angry, and her pretty face turned red with anger.