Chapter 189 Demonic Way

Chapter 189 Demonic Way

"Pooh."

"Then let's meet Zhenzhang."

The ink-haired Taoist spat hard, and his arms fell apart.

Countless ink-colored scales emerged and finally turned into a magic sword and shot out.

Looking at this posture, Ding Xie couldn't recognize the opponent's heels.

No wonder he dared to fight him in the middle stage of foundation building. It turned out that the opponent was a monster turned into a spirit.

The physical bodies of human monks are not as powerful as monsters, but human monks are good at using magical weapons and Taoist techniques. Although monsters can also use them, they are not as good as the magical weapons evolved from their own bodies.

Ding Xie just wanted to gather the magic-breaking cone, but he stopped halfway.

The Dharma-Breaking Awl is so famous, this demon would definitely recognize him as the follower of Wanfa Sect immediately.

Still have to use other means.

However, Ding Xie's other methods were too weak, making it difficult to compete with each other.

"Is this all you can do?"

The flying sword of the Mofa Taoist envoy turned into countless fragments when it collided with Ding Xie's magic sword, and went straight towards Ding Xie past the magic sword's attack.

At the same time, his body quickly pressed forward, and his body was covered with light.

"dare!"

Ding Xie shouted, his backhand prints gathered together, and he shot out.

The mana palm prints condensed and went straight towards the oncoming black-haired Taoist.

Unavoidable, the ink-haired Taoist chose to resist forcefully, with his arms in front of him to protect himself, and large scales emerged to form a shield.

"boom."

The ink-haired Taoist was blasted against the cliff, sinking several feet, and a huge palm print appeared around the cliff.

The movement of the foundation-building monks is already very loud, and it is easy to crack mountains and rocks.

Even though the East Abyss Wasteland is special, it is still not enough to withstand the damage from the foundation-building monks.

Ding Xie didn't hold back at all. He was already at his wits' end. This black-haired demon was not easy to deal with. If he shows mercy any more, it will cost him his life.

"Running Seal."

Ding Xie formed a seal, his arms formed phantoms, and his shrunken palms shot out.

Quickly blocked the four directions of the demon path.

"suck."

The black-haired Taoist took a long breath, and while his belly swelled, the light of the spell could be seen flickering.

Spit out violently.

Countless tiny dark green water droplets flew out and collided with the palm prints in all directions.

Boom.

The violent explosion immediately formed an air wave, which also affected the surrounding cliffs.

The already gray abyss was filled with smoke and dust.

Ding Xie responded calmly, and the surrounding scene suddenly came into his mind as his consciousness spread out.

A figure emerges.

"I found you." Ding Xie was determined.

The sword seal was formed, and the magic weapon flying sword turned into hundreds of sword lights, completely covering it.

"Boom boom boom."

"Fake?" Ding Xie was shocked.

An arm stretched out, and the dark scales suddenly turned into a short winged knife, cutting Ding Xie's throat.

"Bang."

Ding Xie in front of him was like a bubble that had been popped, turning into a shadow in the water.

This time it was the Mofa Taoist's turn to be confused, but he couldn't find Ding Xie, so he couldn't see the black soul flag in the center of the formation.

Since that person Xiu is gone, grab this treasure that has absorbed his evil spirit.

But he hit a wall before he could get past it. He couldn't smash the magic circle in front of him for a while.

"Hello."

Following the sound, hundreds of sword lights struck again.

The ink-haired Taoist changed his seal method, transformed into a body several feet high in the air, and then breathed out to melt the sword light.

At this time, Ding Xie had already passed the Mofa Taoist and appeared in front of Hun Banner.

Holding the soul flag on the cyclone in his hand, mana poured in.

Tushanjun, who was hiding beside the cave, was a little confused.

With Ding Xie's fighting power, he won't be at a disadvantage when facing Taoist Mo Fa. What does it mean to let him take action at this time?

Since Ding Xie is calling, Tushanjun can take action.

"Where to escape."

The ink-haired Taoist jumped up, and his body suddenly turned into an ink-colored dragon several feet tall, and he opened his mouth to bite him.

"I don't want to escape." Ding Xie smiled and waved the soul flag.

The wind blows from Zhang Xu's soul flag, and the black mist spreads.

The black dragon has already rushed in front of Ding Xie.

"boom."

Several feet of body suddenly flew backwards.

The huge dragon also had a shoe print on its head. The dragon shook its head and transformed into a human form.

A tall figure walked out of the black mist, covered in a black robe and hood, and only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen.

The black-haired Taoist roared loudly, and the scales all over his body gathered into flying swords.

Tu Shanjun took over Ding Xie's top-quality magic sword, and when he sealed the sword, thousands of sword lights dispersed like a dense storm.

"Ms. mist mist."

After a round of bombardment, the Mo-Fa Taoist had numerous wounds on his body.

The ink-haired Taoist asked with a solemn expression: "Who are you?"

Tu Shanjun didn't say anything, his body turned into a escaping light, and he appeared in front of the Mo-Fa Taoist in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the ink-colored dragon breath came out, a black light shield appeared in front of Tushanjun, accurately blocking every ink-colored breath.

Ding Xie, who was watching the excitement, followed up and shouted: "Before asking others, shouldn't you report it to your home yourself?"

The ink-haired Taoist shouted: "I didn't ask you, you despicable villain, steal my things!"

Upon hearing Mo Jiao's attitude, Ding Xie urged: "Beat him."

After fighting for so long, Ding Xie also saw the path of this demon. The opponent's heel was in Mo Palace.

Mo Palace is a monster force. It is said that there is a demon dragon in the Nascent Soul realm sitting in charge. This Mo Jiao should be the dragon's son and grandson.

Because Ding Xie didn't want to kill him, he called Tu Shanjun to help.

In a fight with Mo Jiao at this level, it would be easy for both sides to get really angry.

Tu Shanjun is different. He is at the pinnacle of foundation building and knows everything.

He is far better at fighting than him and won't lose his temper when fighting Mo Jiao.

Moreover, the battle lasted for a long time. If he was exhausted, he would still need to prevent others from picking up the pieces.

Not to mention spending time with Mo Jiao.

The battle here also attracted the attention of many other monks, but when they saw that it was the foundation building stage, the Qi-training monks hurriedly ran as far as they could.

The other foundation-building monks didn't want to get into trouble, and even stayed away from the excitement for fear of being involved.

"brightly lit."

In an instant, Tu Shanjun appeared in front of Mo Jiao, his ghost hands condensed into seals, and struck across the nodes of Mo Fa Taoist's mana flow.

Just as the Mo-haired Taoist was about to take off the storage bag at his waist, Tu Shanjun pressed his head and slammed it to the ground. He was at a loss as to why he was staring at stars.

Tu Shanjun lifted up the ink-haired Taoist and dragged him in front of Ding Xie.

Seeing that the battle situation was calm, some monks were already ready to take action.

Tushanjun raised his head, his scarlet eyes full of indifference.

Li Xiao roared.

Sound waves form cyclones.

The coercion of the peak of foundation building swept away, and the majestic ghost mist turned into light and bloomed.

No one dares to offend such a powerful aura.

The monks who originally wanted to pick up the leak hurriedly avoided it.

Even the several foundation-building monks around him turned into light and fled away. The one at the bottom of the cliff was at the pinnacle of foundation-building, and the sound of pressure was a warning to them.

The wild is not like a city. If one's magic power is lost in the wild, or if one is injured, one can easily become the prey of others.

Therefore, the casual cultivators are not completely sure and basically will not take action.

A stupid young man like Mo Jiao either has a big backing and everyone on the road is trying to save his face, or he is too powerful.

Ding Xie seemed to have gotten to know Tushanjun again. He didn't expect that Tushanjun, who usually seemed quiet, would have such a strong side.

In fact, Ding Xie originally wanted to use the word "gentle", but looking at Tu Shanjun's indifferent and cold expression, the mouth full of fangs, and the scary scarlet ghost eyes, he always felt that this adjective was not appropriate.

"A dog takes advantage of human power to steal my things."

"Pooh."

"Let me go if you can, and let us fight again." Taoist Mo Fa scolded Ding Xie.

He was so angry.

It was precisely because he saw that Ding Xie was holding back that he felt even more insulted.

And it was clearly Ding Xie who stole his evil spirit cyclone first. He was so angry that he came to argue with him, but he was beaten up and thrown to the ground.

"People from Mo Palace?"

"You said I stole your things?" Ding Xie wouldn't hold back if he thought there was a misunderstanding.

"I really don't know how to offend you."

Seeing Ding Xie's appearance and not continuing to take action, Mo Jiao also felt strange.

Said: "The evil spirit cyclone I arranged here is itself a part of the formation."

"It's okay for you to just take one. I'm generous and don't care. You actually followed the clue and stole all my evil energy."

"I came to my door to argue, but you actually took action."

Ding Xie felt very wronged. It was clearly Mo Jiao who made the move first, so how could he rely on him.

But when it comes to the evil cyclone, Ding Xie looked at Tu Shanjun with an embarrassed smile on his face.

Tushanjun tugged on his hood, and even he couldn't help but blush.

I thought it was an ownerless thing, but I didn't expect it to be someone else's formation flower.

Moreover, the soul flag absorbs the evil spirit so much that it sucks the evil spirit from the entire formation, which is why it looks like this.

Ding Xie couldn't wait any longer and said quickly: "This..."

"Brother Mo, this is a misunderstanding. Let's talk about it carefully."

"How many spiritual stones do you want, I will compensate you."

Mo Jiao shook his head and said: "Untie them."

"That's right, hurry up and untie Brother Mo." Ding Xie started to untie Mo Jiao's body.

Who would have thought that Mo Jiao stood up, bowed his hands to Tu Shanjun and said, "I'm in Mo Palace, Mo Shisan, I've met Taoist friend."

Tushanjun did not respond, he just stood aside calmly.

It would be better not to let people know that the main soul of the Soul Banner has intelligence.

Although he had already appeared in the cave and looked like a monk, he did not rule out the possibility of being seen through and just pretending to be stupid.

Mo Shisan lowered his voice: "I can tell even if you don't speak."

"Are all ghost cultivators like this?"

Seeing that Tu Shanjun still had no reaction, Mo Shisan could only give up: "Forget it."

"I'm Zheng Ding." Ding Xie held his hand.

"You are restrained and timid, don't you just want to be seen as someone's heel? Even your name must be fake." Mo Shisan looked at Ding Xie and muttered.

Ding Xie gritted his teeth.

He didn't want to kill someone for nothing, but why did this guy talk so much that people hated him.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just angry, so let's see who stole my evil spirit." As a disciple of Mo Palace, Mo Shisan has a very accurate vision.

He just acted a little recklessly.

But it’s no wonder that he was angry. Anyone who had something he had worked so hard to condense would be angry. Even if he didn’t fight after being here, it would be quite uncomfortable.

"We can't be considered acquainted without fighting."

"Come on, why don't you have a drink and chat?" Ding Xie not only did not chase the person away, but instead invited him warmly.

Mo Shisan did not refuse but agreed: "That's fine."