Huang Xiazi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although Ye Mo could control eight flying swords at the same time, he was not very skilled at it.

A simple eight-handed flying sword may not be able to threaten the golden elixir monk.

What Huang Xiazi was afraid of was Ye Mo's sword skills.

If Ye Mo mastered the sword formation method and could use these eight flying swords to form a sword formation, even a Golden Core cultivator would probably have a headache.

Even so, Huang Xiazi still did not dare to neglect.

He groaned, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out nine mouthfuls of blood, hitting the nine heads on the ghost shield.

As soon as the essence and blood arrived, the Ghost Skull let out a series of shrill wails and swallowed it in one gulp with its mouth wide open.

The ghost skulls that had swallowed the essence and blood suddenly changed in form. Fierce ghost flames erupted and they laughed eccentrically, as if they had suddenly become sane.

The blind man Huang spit out nine mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly, as yellow as a dying person.

"out"

He chanted the formula in his mouth and drank softly.

Under the influence of these nine ghost auras, the ghost skull that was sealed on the Nine Ghost Soul Devouring Shield suddenly rushed forward and rushed directly out of the surface of the shield. It rose up in the wind and turned into a huge thing dozens of feet tall.

Looking at the nine giant ghost skulls neatly arranged in mid-air.

Ye Mo's scalp felt numb and he didn't dare to stop for a moment. While driving the flying sword to strangle him, he continued to stir up the vitality in his body and condensed his main soul to launch an attack.

Most of the soul has been solidified, and it is only a matter of time before the golden elixir is formed.

Ye Mo has not launched the last round of vitality impact, just to trigger the catastrophe at the critical moment.

The moment when the vitality hits the main soul.

In the sky, the whirlpool of thunderclouds was induced at this moment, and a muffled thunder sounded.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound.

The nine arrogant and domineering ghost heads were shaken together, and their eyes looked to the sky in panic.

Huang Xiazi was also frightened out of his wits by the muffled sound. He didn't know why the thunder occurred at this most critical moment.

"Boy, don't be delusional. Even thunder clouds can't save you."

Blind Huang snorted coldly with a stern expression, not only to tell the other party, but also to comfort himself.

"Yeah?"

Ye Mo smiled strangely, controlled the eight-series flying sword, and quickly slashed towards the blind man's ghost head.

Huang Xiazi snorted coldly, pinched the spells in his hand, and the ghostly aura continuously penetrated the nine heads, and bit them towards the eight flying swords.

Nine Ghosts Devouring Souls is Huang Xiazi’s real trump card.

It is not easy for an ordinary golden elixir ghost cultivator to refine three or four ghost skulls. He traveled around for hundreds of years before he found the souls of high-quality foundation-building peak cultivators and refined these nine ghost skulls.

Unlike ordinary magic weapons, monks need to rely on magic power and spiritual consciousness to control them.

The Ghost Skull is a sealed ghost that possesses extremely strong strength.

There is no need to consume the spiritual consciousness of a ghost cultivator. Just like a spiritual beast adopted by a monk, you only need to give some simple commands and the ghost skull can handle it on its own.

But at this time, the nine arrogant ghost heads were shaken by the thunderclouds in the sky.

Huang Xiazi's desperate urging at the expense of his vitality was able to wake up these ghost heads before the flying sword arrived.

Facing the attack of eight high-level flying swords, the nine ghost skulls bared their teeth and rushed forward. The eight flying swords and the nine ghost skulls finally met in mid-air, and soon they were fighting fiercely.

Flying swords with ordinary attributes are difficult to cause damage to the Ghost Skull. Under rapid slashing, the flexible Ghost Skull can always easily dodge.

Except for the Ding Lei Sword, which has a restraint attribute, almost all high-level flying swords fell at a disadvantage in the contest with the Ghost Skull.

The black ghost mist spit out from Ghost Skull's mouth has extremely strong corrosive power and can easily disperse the sword light bursting out from the flying sword.

Seven of the nine ghost skulls were used to deal with Ye Mo's seven flying swords, while the other two were entangled with the combined force of the thunder sword.

Even if it can deal with the attack of two huge ghost heads, the Ding Lei Sword seems to be able to handle it with ease.

Because of the catastrophe, the surrounding thunder aura was extremely rich.

Coupled with the fact that the lightning flying sword is naturally capable of restraining evil spirits, the electric arc wrapped around the body of the fixed thunder sword alone made it difficult for these two ghost heads.

They can only rely on their own agility to fly back and forth to dodge, and then use the foul air exhaled from their mouths to try to contaminate the Ding Lei Sword.

Nine ghost skulls and eight flying swords are locked in a stalemate, making it difficult to determine the winner.

But the states of Ye Mo and Huang Xiazi who controlled the two were completely different.

Huang Xiazi had so much free time that he didn't need to distract himself from controlling those ghost heads. He only needed to occasionally shoot out a few ghost energy to replenish the damage of the ghost heads.

Out of some fear of the thunderclouds in the sky, Huang Xiazi only released the ghost shield and did not take action himself. Even if there was a lightning strike, the target of the bombardment would be the ghost shield, not him.

Ye Mo's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat. It was not easy to control the eight flying swords, which consumed a lot of his mana, and also consumed a lot of his spiritual consciousness.

"No, if this continues, I have to be defeated. Even if I can get rid of this person, I will die from the catastrophe because of the excessive consumption of mana."

Ye Mo thought secretly.

Suddenly, he made a fierce seal in his hand and withdrew all the consciousness and magic power attached to the flying sword. He paused and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.

With a clanging clang, the eight high-level magic weapon-level flying swords lost the control of their divine consciousness and fell directly to the ground.

"A pheasant, quickly enter the scroll"

Ye Mo casually unfolded a golden ancient painting scroll.

Ah Zhi had already passed through Ye Mo's sound transmission technique and knew that he wanted to trigger a catastrophe. He immediately flapped his wings without hesitation and turned into a golden stream of light that disappeared into the ancient painting.

"What is that"

The sudden change made Huang Xiazi feel shocked.

The ancient painting surrounding Ye Mo looked very unusual. It turned out to be a space magic weapon that could capture spiritual beasts.

This kind of magic weapon is not something Huang Blind has never seen before.

The spirit beast bags in the world are expensive, and few foundation-building monks can afford them.

The ancient painting in front of me is obviously not a spirit beast bag, but it actually has similar functions to a spirit beast bag.

"Hey, I didn't expect that you have quite a lot of rare treasures on your body. Even I can't see the value of this magic weapon."

Huang Xiazi made no secret of his ecstasy.

The richer Ye Mo's wealth is, the more benefits it will bring to him. Anyway, no matter what treasures Ye Mo has, once he succeeds in seizing the body, these treasures will naturally become his.

"Go to hell"

The blind man Huang sneered repeatedly, waved his sleeves, and shot a ghost beam at the nine huge ghost skulls in the air.

Ye Mo displayed the ancient painting scroll and protected himself personally.

Ghost Skull roared and rushed towards Ye Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

Ye Mo's body was very important to Huang Xiazi. He didn't want to destroy this body, so he hurriedly shouted: "To break its defense, you must not hurt the body."

The monk's flesh and blood was a great supplement to the ghost skulls, and the nine ghost skulls howled rather reluctantly.

"Don't worry, when I seize this person's body, I will definitely find enough boys and girls for you to enjoy."

Huang Xiazi laughed ferociously and made a serious promise.

The nine ghost skulls cheered in unison and rushed towards Ye Mo, biting and attacking the ancient painting scrolls that were protecting Ye Mo.

The ancient painting scroll was brilliant, but it quickly dimmed under their bite. Although the ancient painting scroll was indestructible, it still needed mana to maintain. Without mana, it would only be an ancient painting scroll that was one foot long.

It is only a matter of time before the defense of the ancient painting scroll is broken.

At this moment, an extremely strong spiritual pressure and a vortex of vitality visible to the naked eye formed in Ye Mo's Niwan Palace.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, getting lower and lower.

The nine ghost heads seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they all let out a sharp roar, anxiously trying to break through the ancient painting scroll defense around Ye Mo.

Once the nine ghosts entered the body, Ye Mo was immediately stunned.

No matter how strong a monk is, his soul will be easily devoured and he will be reduced to an ownerless body.

"Bad boy, I will take good care of Ye's Fairy Town for you."

The blind man Huang looked ferocious and sneered.

He took out several black ghost talisman papers from his storage bag, stuck them around his body, and then sat cross-legged about a hundred feet behind Ye Mo.

Dark clouds were billowing above the island, and as more and more arcs began to shuttle, the thunder-attribute aura on the island was so rich that it appeared as a lavender light band.

These tiny lightning lights kept hitting Huang Xiazi, erupting into tiny arcs of light.

Huang Xiazi frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

He had a vague idea of ​​giving up and escaping from here.

However, his physical body has very little life left, and he is afraid that it may collapse at any time. If the body is not taken away in time, his soul will lose its place to live.
To be continued...