"Pooh."

"Then let's meet Zhenzhang."

The Mo-haired Taoist spat fiercely, and his arms flew 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 I dared to fight him hard only 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 magic weapons and Taoist magic. Although monsters can also use them, they are not as good as the magic 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 heel of Wanfa Sect immediately, so he would have to use other methods.

However, Ding Xie's other methods are 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 Mo-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 handprint appeared around the cliff.

The movement of the foundation-building monks is already very powerful, 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 showed mercy any more, it would cost him his life.

"The Flowing Seal Technique."

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

Quickly blocked the four directions of the demonic path.

"suck."

The black-haired Taoist took a long breath, and as his belly swelled, he could see the light of the spell flickering.

He spit it out violently, and countless small dark green water droplets flew out, colliding 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, spreading his consciousness and the surrounding scene suddenly came into his mind.

A human figure emerges.

"I found you." Ding Xie was determined.

The sword seal was formed, and the magical 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 dagger, cutting Ding Xie's throat.

"Bang."

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

Even if that person disappears, 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 and transformed into a body several feet high in the air. Then he breathed out and melted the sword light.

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

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

Tu Shanjun in the soul banner was a little confused. With Ding Xie's fighting power, he would not be at a disadvantage when facing the Mofa Taoist. What did he mean by calling him 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.

"Bang."

A body several feet tall suddenly flew backwards. There was a shoe print on the huge dragon's head. The dragon shook its head and transformed into a human form.

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

The black-haired Taoist screamed 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 the sword was sealed, thousands of sword lights split up like a dense storm.

"Ms. mist mist."

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

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

Tu Shanjun didn't say much, his body turned into light and 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 fun, 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 the demon, and 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 his level, it would be easy for both sides to get into a real fight, but Tu Shanjun is different. He is at the peak of foundation building and seems to know everything. He is far better at fighting than him, so he won't lose his temper when fighting Mo Jiao.

Moreover, the battle lasted for a long time, and if he was exhausted, he would still need to prevent others from missing him.

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 period, 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 the 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 overwhelmed by stars.

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

Seeing that the fighting situation is calming down in front of them, some monks are already ready to take action.

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

Li Xiao roared angrily.

Sound waves form cyclones.

The pressure from 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 Establishment monks around them turned into light and fled away. The one at the bottom of the cliff was at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, and the sound of coercion was a warning to them.
To be continued...