"It can't be...Li Mo? Is Li Mo's strength enough to control the beast?"

When he wanted to confirm his figure, a sharp bird song suddenly sounded outside the market entrance.

"Woo..."

A bird-headed monk issued an early warning, and the magic circle covering Caishikou had noticed that a large number of puppet cultivators were coming eagerly.

Xu Hu suppressed his distracting thoughts, and then his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He noticed that a huge boulder of thirty to forty meters was rolling towards Caishikou, so fast that it was too late to move the chess pieces.

"The monks on the first floor outside are evacuating, and the monks on the second floor are on standby."

After Xu Hu issued the order, he fell to the ground in a strange posture, his rotting body convulsed slightly, and there was a buzzing sound in his abdomen.

Majoring in the spell "Da Tian Sheng Niu Jin".

Xu Hu pushed his legs hard and turned into an afterimage and headed towards the boulder.

The bones in the body begin to proliferate, covering the skin in just a few breaths, forming a thick outer shell like armor.

Xu Hu transformed into a giant corpse beetle and stood directly on the path of the boulder.

The spiritual power of the mountain was gathered into the insect armor, and just moving his arms forward caused a wave of air. At the same time, the secret bones of the Shingon Sect protected the vital parts.

boom.

When the boulder collided with Xu Hu, the fan-shaped impact spread hundreds of meters.

Xu Hu spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and his insect armor was full of cracks. Fortunately, he had the secret bone of the Shingon Sect refined by Li Mo, and he could barely prevent it.

However, the strongest layer of the magic circle set up by An Gang has been destroyed.

There were gusts of cold wind, and more than thirty puppet cultivators with deformed appearances came from all directions. They usually used more than a dozen pairs of arms to climb up and down the road.

When the monks in charge saw that Xu Hu was seriously injured and the magic circle was damaged, they couldn't help but feel desperate.

Just when Xu Hu wanted to boost his morale, he noticed a strange Taoist priest who looked like a centipede appeared on the hillside outside Caishikou.

The Taoist priest's body is nearly twenty meters long, with dense arms scattered on both sides.

"It's Zhenjun Yuantiao. I'm afraid I'm only a few heads away from forming a pill..."

True Lord Yuantiao had a sarcastic look on his face, and he murmured one after another. While moving quickly, purple-red poison was excreted from his pores.

Xu Hu knew that things were difficult.

True Lord Yuan Ming is a ruthless character. He possesses the acquired Taoist body of "One Hundred Poisons Burning the Heart", and his cultivation level is already at the false elixir stage. Even if his spiritual intelligence is slightly crazy, he is not something he can deal with.

Xu Hu could only count on An Gang to escape Caishikou before the defense line was destroyed.

He threw all the detoxifying pills into his mouth and went out to fight without hesitation. Only by entangling Zhenjun Yuanming could he have a chance of survival.

Fortunately, neither the beast nor the puppet dare to be too aggressive in the chess game, and the false elixir period has already reached the upper limit of sending chess pieces.

After all, the battle for orthodoxy has been involved for thousands of years, and I am afraid that everything will be lost.
Chapter completed!