"My magic power is limited, boy, let's see how I play with you!" The old man smiled ferociously and cast the spell again. This time, more than a dozen red shadow pythons appeared at the same time, outflanking Lin Mo.

Lin Mo concentrated on his luck, and a blue-white light suddenly surged, turning into a huge skull, opening its bloody mouth to swallow all the giant pythons.

"What?!" The old Taoist was shocked, "This is too..."

Before he could finish speaking, the skull had already shot out poisonous mist and rushed toward him. The old Taoist had no choice but to use magic to resist. The two fell into a stalemate again.

There seems to be no winner in this battle. The two are equally matched in strength. Who can have the upper hand? The scene is very fierce.

The battle between Lin Mo and Lao Dao became a contest that showcased both sides' magical powers.

Lin Mo suddenly closed his eyes and muttered something, then ten long blood-red needles suddenly appeared and shot towards the old man.

"Blood needle prick!" Lin Mo shouted.

Lao Dao hurriedly used his magic power to block, but those ten blood needles seemed to have spiritual power, and they flexibly avoided each one, directly hitting Lao Dao's vitals.

"Not good!" The old Taoist was shocked and hurriedly backed away, but two blood needles still shot into his shoulders. The old Taoist only felt his arms go numb, and his magic power could not function.

"Haha, old guy, try my Godless Thorn and it will make you lose your fighting power!" Lin Mo said with a ferocious smile, quickly trying to take advantage of the opportunity to pursue him.

The magical power released by the Godless Thorn penetrated Lao Dao's magical shield, making him feel confused for a moment. Lin Mo took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and the blood sword drew a beautiful and fatal arc in the sun.

The old Taoist struggled to regain his clarity, and was secretly shocked.

"You're too young!" the old Taoist shouted sharply, biting the tip of his tongue, and a spurt of blood mist spurted out, forcing Lin Mo's pursuit away. The old Taoist pulled out the blood needle on his shoulder and raised his head to the sky, roaring.

The blood mist rolled in the air and turned into a huge red dragon. It spurted out billowing fire from its mouth and rushed towards Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was shocked, and then he summoned a skull to resist. The two collided, causing a sea of ​​fire, sand and fog.

At this moment, Lao Dao's arms regained consciousness, and he quickly formed seals in the sand mist with a grin.

"Hellfire!"

Fierce howls came from the depths of the sand, and countless dark red monsters crawled out from the ground. They had bull heads, horse faces, snake bodies and human faces, all of them were vicious. They raised their sharp claws and rushed towards Lin Mo.

"Go, my men!" Old Dao waved his staff in mid-air, "Let him see the magical powers of our Shadow Clan!"

Lin Mo's face turned pale. Facing such an evil formation, could he withstand it?

The outcome of this battle has obviously not yet been decided, but the magical power displayed by the old Taoist has already put Lin Mo into a difficult battle.

Apart from the battle of supernatural powers, Lin Mo and Lao Dao were still competing with each other on their treasures.

Lin Mo suddenly pulled out a long black bone from his arms and waved it at the veteran monster army.

"Black Bone Mountain!" He shouted sharply.

Just listen to the sharp scream of the black bones, and countless black mist spurts out, corroding the monsters in the flames of hell. Those monsters struggled in pain and soon turned into ashes.

"Bastard!" The old Taoist's face was gloomy. He immediately took off a blood-red orb from his waist and threw it at Lin Mo.

"Go, Purgatory Pearl!"

The blood-red orb exploded in mid-air, turning into a ball of blood mist and heading towards Lin Mo. Lin Mo quickly waved the Black Bone Mountain to resist, and the two collided with each other, making a rumbling sound.
Chapter completed!