"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the sun and the moon." Mo Yinhua snorted coldly, and a transparent light curtain rose in front of him, and the light from the Netherworld Dharma's eyes hit it, causing ripples.
Wu Yi then changed a method. The Nether Dharma Eyes were like a whirlpool. Anyone who saw these eyes would feel trembling in their hearts. If their cultivation level was not as good as Wu Yi's, even their souls would be sucked out.
Mo Yin's cultivation level was high, but he thought highly of himself. He looked directly into Wu Yi's eyes, as if to see the fear in his heart, but in the end, he was in a trance.
The Alchemy Light Screen placed in front of him also faded for an instant. The divine power talisman in Wu Yi's palm burst out with light and directly hit the Alchemy Light Screen, as if he would perish together with Mo Yinhua.
When Wu Yi broke through the Dansha light curtain, Mo Yinhua had already woken up. The scene he saw was Wu Yi hitting him like a wild bull, the divine light was bright and blinding.
At this moment, he couldn't escape, and two hands hidden behind the black mist suddenly stretched out. The nails were almost longer than the palms, glowing with dark green light, gloomy and terrifying, almost no different from the hands of zombies.
In fact, if he takes off his black robe, you will find that he is a living zombie. He usually lies in the coffin and uses the yin energy and death energy to practice.
The sharp nails were lightly scratched, tearing out several deep traces of the divine light, and Wu Yi could be faintly seen hidden in them. The divine light froze for a breath, then recovered completely, and hit Mo Yinhua again.
Mo Yinhua did not expect this result. His fingernails contained the evil spirit of death that he had refined over the past hundred years. Not to mention a young monk like Wu Yi who had barely raised his cultivation level to the golden elixir with the help of magical talismans. Even if it was a mysterious weapon,
With the real person, countless people were destroyed by his move.
The divine light is like a pillar. As soon as the holy divine light comes into contact with the thick death aura around Mo Yinhua, it makes a strange "sizzling" sound, as if water and fire are incompatible. Wu Yi's eyes are gloomy, and he increases the output of his divine power. In the palm of his hand,
He pinched a tiny crack in the divine power talisman.
"Poof -" Mo Yinhua spat out blood, but the blood was purple-black. His body flew out, and the black robe outside his body spread around, revealing his original appearance. He looked like a human being, which was disgusting.
Wu Yi was unyielding and hit him several times. Mo Yinhua was finally knocked unconscious by him, but the divine power talisman was also covered with many tiny cracks and was about to be broken.
Taking hold of Mo Yinhua's body, Wu Yi turned into a stream of light and returned to the Broken Soul Valley. The beads flashed and suppressed Mo Yinhua in the beads. Wu Yi did not believe that Mo Yinhua could still escape from the black beetle.
"Release them, and I will spare your lives." Mo Yinzhi, losing his sense of his brother, narrowed his eyes and ordered the ghosts to suspend their attacks, saying coldly.
"Ha." Wu Yi sneered, too lazy to respond to him.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why talk such nonsense." Wu Yi did not give in at all, but the real situation was that he had no intention of fighting anymore at this time.
Not to mention whether the divine power talisman will be broken into pieces, his soul was torn apart by Mo Yinhua's claws before, and he almost lost his soul. If there is any change at this time, there is absolutely no reason. He just wants to deceive the other party with words, even if he has to pay for the previous prisoner.
, but he is no longer tough, but instead makes people think that he can be bullied. Wu Yi is actually walking a tightrope now.
Seeing Wu Yi's expression of not fearing life or death, Mo Yinzhi's face was as cold as frost, and he took a step back and said: "You let my brother go, and the two of us will retreat." His eyes looked directly at Wu Yi through the formation pattern.
eyes, wanting to know his true thoughts.
"That person has been moved back to my master's place. If you want it, you can ask my master for it."
"Is there no possibility of negotiation?" Mo Yinzhi's voice seemed to emerge from the Nine Nether Cold Pond, with pieces of ice crystals spilling out, and the atmosphere suddenly became three points colder.
"If you don't believe it, you can deduce where your junior brother is." Wu Yi looked sure of him. In fact, since Mo Yinhua's aura disappeared, Mo Yinzhi has been deducing, but there is no trace of it.
As a result, when I heard Wu Yi's words, I felt uneasy.
The person who disappeared under his nose was still his blood-related brother. He still couldn't deduce it. There were not many possibilities. One was covered by Taoist tools, and the other was that monks who were proficient in deduction were covering up the cause and effect of heaven.
, the latter is more likely.
Just when Mo Yinzhi was hesitant, he suddenly glanced to the southwest. Wu Yi wondered if he was taking the opportunity to distract himself. Mo Yinzhi's cultivation level was higher, so he could naturally distract himself. Once he was distracted,
It is the result of the body's death and Tao's disappearance.
Mo Yinzhi snorted coldly, "Good luck to you." A large black mist rose up, covering his body and hundreds of ghosts and zombies. When the black mist dissipated, the ghosts and zombies had disappeared.
Wu Yi was curious in his heart: It would be impossible to leave. But he didn't dare to really think about it. He was prepared to wait and see if he would take advantage of the situation and come back.
A quarter of an hour later, Wu Yi finally understood the reason for Mo Yinzhi's departure. A ray of sword light tore through the atmosphere and shed clear light. The sword light dispersed, and a Taoist priest wearing a purple gold crown and Bagua robe appeared.
In front of him, there is the unique logo of the Yiqimen Elder.
The Taoist priest's top door was surrounded by clear light, sometimes turning into dancing clouds. This was clearly the cultivation of Zhenren Yuanying. I didn't expect that even monks of this level would show up.
Wu Yi didn't know this elder, but after all, he was the one who saved his life. He must not neglect the etiquette. He bowed and said: "Disciple Wu Yi, pay homage to the elder."
The elder glanced down, looked at the extremely tragic battle scene, frowned and said: "Where are the devil cubs from the Tianyin Sect?"
Tianyin Sect, are those two people from the sect? Wu Yi thought in his heart, but did not forget to respond: "Going over there."
Although Mo Yinzhi used black mist to cover his departure direction, Wu Yi, who was proficient in arithmetic, was unable to conceal anything, so it was all in vain.
The elder raised his sword again and fled away, but after a few breaths he turned back. Wu Yi hurriedly bowed again. The elder said to Wu Yi: "I'll call you Wu Yi, a disciple of Zhi Tianxuan.
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Wu Yi said cautiously: "Master has entered Shinto practice, but now it is difficult to call him Master anymore."
The elder laughed and said: "The whereabouts of that devil kid are uncertain. This is a sword talisman to protect you."
Wu Yi accepted the sword talisman and said, "Don't you know the elder's title?"
"Old Tao Ming Yangzi, let's go." With the clouds, the old Tao set off a rolling whirlwind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Holding the sword talisman in his hand tightly, Wu Yi returned the divine power talisman he had borrowed from the divine general. The divine general was already asleep. Even if he took back the divine power talisman, he didn't know when he would wake up.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Wu Yi sighed, feeling that he had been involved in a big situation.