"The light of the firefly dared to compete with the sun and the moon." Mo Yinhua snorted coldly, and a transparent light curtain rose in front of him.

Wu Yi changed a method accordingly. The eyes of the Netherworld looked like a whirlpool, but anyone who saw these eyes felt a sense of trembling.

Mo Yinhua's cultivation base is high, but his self-esteem is very high. He looked directly at Wu Yi's eyes, as if he wanted to see the fear in his heart, but in the end he was in a trance.

The Dan Sha light curtain arranged in front of him also faded for an instant, and the divine power talisman in Wu Yi's palm swallowed light, and he slammed into the Dan Sha light curtain, with a posture of disappearing with Mo Yin.

When Wu Yi smashed the Dan Sha light curtain, Mo Yinhua had already woken up. What he saw was Wu Yi hitting him like a savage bull, the divine light was shining, and his eyes were compelling.

At this moment, he couldn't avoid it. The two hands hidden behind the black fog stretched out suddenly. The nails were almost longer than the palms, and they showed dark green light. They were horrible and terrifying, almost indistinguishable from the hands of zombies.

In fact, if he takes off his black robe, you will find that he is a living zombie.

The sharp nails were gently cut, tearing the divine light into several deep traces, and Wu Yi could be faintly seen hidden in the divine light. The divine light stagnated for a while, and then recovered to completeness, and then hit the black ink again.

Mo Yinhua did not expect this result. His nails implied the evil spirits he had refined over the past century. Not to mention Wu Yi, a young monk who barely raised his cultivation level to the golden core with the help of divine power talisman, even if it was a profound tool. Compared with the real person, there are countless things that are destroyed by his trick.

The divine light is like a pillar. As soon as the holy priest touches the thick death energy around Mo Yinhua, he makes a strange noise, like water and fire. Wu Yi's eyes are gloomy, increasing his divine power output, in his palm He pinched a tiny crack in his supernatural power rune.

"Puff--" Moyin vomited blood, but the blood was purple and black. His body flew upside down, and the black robes outside his body were scattered, revealing its original appearance, looking like a person, which is disgusting.

Wu Yi won the power and did not forgive. After several consecutive hits, Mo Yinhua was finally knocked out by him, but there were also many small cracks on the supernatural power rune, and it was not broken.

Capturing Mo Yinhua's body, Wu Yi turned into a streamer and returned to the Valley of Broken Souls. The beads flashed light, suppressing the ink Yinhua in the beads. Wu Yi didn't believe that the ink Yinhua could escape under the black beetle's hands.

"Release the people, I will forgive you not to die." Losing the feeling of his brother, Mo Yinzhi narrowed his eyes, causing the ghosts to stop attacking and said coldly.

"Heh." Wu Yi sneered, too lazy to respond to him.

"If you want to fight, why not talk such nonsense." Wu Yi did not back down, but the real situation is that he has no more fights at this time.

Not to mention the divine power talisman will be shattered, his soul was torn by the ink-yinized claws before, and his soul was almost scattered. At this time, there is no change. It is absolutely unreasonable. I only want to be able to deceive the other party by cheating, even if it is the prisoner who paid before. , But he is no longer tough, and instead makes people think he can be deceived. Wu Yi is actually walking a tightrope now.

Seeing Wu Yi not afraid of life and death, Mo Yinzhi's face was as cold as frost, and he stepped back and said, "You let my brother go, and I will retreat." His eyes passed through the formation pattern and shot Wu Yi directly. Eyes, I want to know what he really thinks.

"That person has been moved back to my master's place. If you want, you can ask my master for it."

"Is there no negotiation possible?" Mo Yinzhi's voice seemed to appear from the Jiuyou Cold Pool, overflowing with pieces of ice crystals, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled by three minutes.

"If you don't believe me, you can figure out where your junior is on your own." Wu Yi looked as if he was determined. In fact, Mo Yin rank has been deducing since Mo Yin's aura disappeared, but there was not a trace of it. As a result, when I heard Wu Yi's words, I felt anxious.

The person who disappeared under his eyelids is still his blood-related younger brother. He still can’t figure it out. There are not many possibilities. One is covered by Taoism, and the two are monks who are proficient in deduction to cover the cause and effect of heaven. , The latter is more likely.

Just when Mo Yinzhi was hesitating, he suddenly glanced to the southwest. Wu Yi wondered if he took the opportunity to distract his attention. Mo Yinzhi's cultivation level is higher, so he can naturally distract his mind, and once he is distracted, It is the result of body disappearance.

Mo Yinzhi snorted coldly, "Good luck." A large black mist rose up, covering his body and hundreds of ghosts and zombies. When the black fog dissipated, the ghosts and zombies had disappeared.

Wu Yi was curious: it won't work if you leave. But he didn't dare to really think about it.

A quarter of an hour later ~lightnovelpub.net~ Wu Yi finally understood the reason for Mo Yinzhi's departure. A sword glow tore the atmosphere, and it sheds Qinghui, and the sword glow disperses. One wears a purple gold crown on his body. Taoist priests wearing gossip robes appeared in front of them, with the unique logo of an elder.

This Taoist priest's top door is surrounded by clear light, sometimes turning into a cloud and dancing. This is clearly the cultivation base of the real Yuan Ying, and I did not expect that even the monks of this level would come forward.

Wu Yi didn't know this elder, but after all, it was someone who saved his life, and the courtesy should not be partial. He bowed and said, "Disciple Wu Yi, pay homage to the elder."

The elder glanced down, looked at the fierce battle scene, frowned and said, "Where is the devil boy of the Tianyin Sect?"

Tianyin Sect, are those two people from the sect? Wu Yi thought in his heart, but did not forget to respond: "Go over there."

Although Mo Yinzhi used the black mist to cover his departure direction, Wu Yi, who was proficient in arithmetic, had been concealed, but his thoughts were in vain.

The elder once again drove his sword light and fleeed away, but after a few breaths, he turned back again. Wu Yi hurriedly bowed again. The elder said to Wu Yi: "You are called Wu Yi, a disciple of Zhi Tianxuan. "

Wu Yi said cautiously: "Master entered the divine way, but now it is not good to be called a master again."

The elder chuckled and said, "The devil boy is uncertain. This is a sword charm, which can keep you safe."

Wu Yi accepted the sword talisman, "I don't know the name of the elder?"

"Old Dao Ming Yangtze, go and go." Together with Gang Yun, the old Dao set off a billowing whirlwind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Holding the sword talisman tightly in his hand, Wu Yi returned to him the supernatural power rune borrowed from the **** general. The divine general was already asleep at this time, and he took back the supernatural power rune, and he did not know when he would be able to wake up.

Seeing the mess on the ground, Wu Yi sighed, feeling that he should have been involved in the overall situation.