As the battle begins.

The demon cultivator on the opposite side suddenly let out a low and ancient spell.

Immediately after, the cold demonic energy surged several feet, turning into tentacles as black as ink, dancing wildly around the body.

Lin Mo put his hands behind his back without making any movement.

Quietly waiting for the demon cultivator in front of me to perform his secret technique.

Lin Mo was still quite curious about the methods of these demon cultivators.

In an instant, the pupils of the man in black robe turned red, and he let out a beast-like roar. Then as soon as the demonic energy dissipated from his body, the body under the black robe began to swell.

The red eyes were full of madness, and the colliding bodies shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, he became a three-foot-tall dwarf.

He stared at Lin Mo and let out hysterical sneers.

At this time, the aura it exudes has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"interesting!"

Lin Mo chuckled lightly and opened his mouth.

A series of green bamboo bee cloud swords flew out from the mouth.

It cut through the air and arrived in front of the man in black robes in an instant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The man in black robe waved his sleeves, and then let out a whimper.

The black wind howled, and a huge ghostly face appeared in front of the black-robed man.

The turquoise seventy-two-mouth green bamboo bee cloud sword pierced the air.

It hit the ghost face hard.

Wisps of golden evil-dispelling divine thunder are wrapped around the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

The power of golden thunder is extremely turbulent.

That gloomy ghost face couldn't resist at all.

In an instant, it shattered into pieces and turned into wisps of pitch-black Yin Qi, which dissipated and filled the air.

It's as if it never appeared.

"How could this happen?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the face of the man in black robe suddenly changed. He obviously did not expect that Lin Mo would have such a weird thunderous method.

Even his own magical skills were in vain.

"Hey!"

At this moment, the man in black robe showed a series of strange smiles, and then slapped his right hand directly on the chest.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

His whole body exploded inexplicably, and every inch of his body turned into blood foam, splattering in all directions.

The blood and minced flesh were all stuck to the opposite wall, with no intention of falling off. Moreover, under his gaze, the flesh and blood began to squirm strangely on the wall.

Seeing this, Lin Mo suddenly realized.

This demonic cultivator seemed to be here for a competition, but in fact, he just wanted to trap the top ten Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators in Tiannan to death within the formation barrier.

Several "puff" sounds were heard, and the flesh and blood suddenly turned into blood mist, which spread along the wall.

Its speed is so fast that in the blink of an eye, most of the white mask will turn into blood red, and a nauseating smell of blood will be released, which is extremely pungent.

Looking at the light mask in front of him, Lin Mo raised his right hand.

Wisps of golden evil-proof thunder surged out of his hand.

Like a golden dragon, it struck hard on it.

"Boom!"

Along with the roaring sounds, the shield wall flickered and the entire light shield trembled slightly.

Mu Peiling, whose eyes were narrowed below, exclaimed: "No, Senior Lin is trapped!"

Looking at Lin Mo inside the wall, Mu Pei was running around anxiously, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Lin Mo glanced at Mu Peiling outside the blood-colored wall and said calmly: "Don't worry!"

This blood-colored wall may be a big trouble for ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul monks.

But for Lin Mo, breaking it was just a piece of cake.

At the same time, the scene of the demonic cultivator self-destructing and turning the mask into blood was staged in ten places at the same time.

The ten Nascent Soul monks who participated in the gambling battle were all trapped in the mutated light barrier without warning.

The ten alchemy monks who were supervising the operation of the magic circle naturally knew that the situation was not good. While they were wary of the magicians on the opposite side, they hurriedly made secrets to stop the magic circle.

But to their surprise, when they saw the light shield turning into blood red, these magicians said nothing and immediately turned around and left the magic circle, flying directly back to the main formation.

Looking at this scene in front of them, the monks didn't know why.

The strange change in this mask must be caused by the magicians.

Seeing this scene, Master Zhiyang and others were naturally shocked. Seeing that the ten monks were unable to stop the magic circle, they could no longer keep their composure.

It turned into three dazzling rainbows and flew towards them.

"Go down! You can't handle this place."

As soon as he flew over the magic circle, Master Zhiyang glanced at the mutated light shield and said with a gloomy face.

The monk below was greatly relieved when he heard this and hurriedly flew back to the formation.

At the same time, Master Mulan camp.

"Sect Master Fang! It really worked. I hope the Blood Barrier is as powerful as Guizong said, and can trap ten Nascent Soul cultivators in the barrier for half a day."

The skinny old man turned back and smiled at the man in black robe:

"Once Tiannan loses these ten people, his strength will naturally be greatly reduced."

"Don't worry, this blood mask is one of the six secret arts of our sect. This time, ten blood corpses that have been kept in captivity for hundreds of years were sacrificed. After so much effort, my sect leader is naturally confident."

The man in black robe glanced at the old man and said with a sneer: "It's the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul that wants to break this barrier. It doesn't take a lot of mana and it takes half a moment."

As if to verify what the man in black robe said.

The Master Zhiyang in mid-air turned into a red light and suspended over a blood shield.

With a strong stroke, a dazzling sword energy easily cut through the blood shield.

The blood mask roared, trembled slightly, and then returned to its original state.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Master Zhiyang's eyes were gloomy, and the people behind him

When Master Zhiyang saw this, his expression turned gloomy.

When the other Wei Wuya and Hehuan Laomo saw this scene, they had no intention of taking action again.

This made the three of them look at each other and smile bitterly.

I originally thought that the opponent would use a powerful killing move during the gambling fight.

But I didn't expect that the other party had the intention to temporarily trap ten people from the beginning.

This caught the three old monsters off guard and made some miscalculations.

The preparations made in advance will most likely lose their effectiveness.

Although the army of monks behind saw the strange scene of the gambling fight, under the guidance of the senior monks, they did not panic.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "We suffered a big loss this time, but we were only temporarily trapped, and there is no danger to our lives!"

"As long as we prolong the time, they will still have a chance to come out to help!"

Master Zhiyang thought for a moment, looked at the Hehuan Old Demon and Wei Wuya aside, and said: "However, we have more high-level monks than the Mulan people. Even if there are ten less people, we will not be at a disadvantage."

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Hehuan Laomo and Wei Wuya looked at each other and could hear the comforting words of Master Zhiyang.

But now that the matter has come to this, there is no other choice.

"Well, we don't need to direct the following battle. We just need to try to hold off Master Mulan as much as possible!"

After a fierce light flashed on the face of the old devil Hehuan, he looked gloomily at Master Mulan in the distance.

It was obvious that he suffered a loss in the gambling battle and planned to vent his anger on these late Nascent Soul Master Mulan.

Then the old devil of Hehuan turned into a black and red phantom, appeared in the air, and shouted angrily towards the army of magicians on the opposite side:

"I've heard for a long time that Master Mulan has unfathomable spiritual skills that reach the heavens. Yi and the other three would like to learn from it. I wonder if there are some masters who would be willing to come out and have a battle."
To be continued...