Chapter 222 Traitor
Lin Mo reacted very quickly and looked back at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha, with an excellent face, but unsuppressed coldness burst out from his eyes. Before the other monks could react, they felt their eyes suddenly go dark and fell into the space of the black wind flag that the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha had casually activated.
The white-robed Confucian scholar reacted immediately, but it was still a step too late. When everyone realized it, everyone had been sealed in this space.
The white-robed scholar's face turned even pale, and he reminded loudly, "Teleport out quickly."
Lin Mo looked at the monks with brows like flies, and raised his eyebrows at the white-robed scholar. When Yin Yue appeared from Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha, although she didn't dare to stare directly at him, she couldn't help but glance at him from time to time.
On the other side, I heard the monks asking "Why can't it be transmitted?"
"The transmission failed?"
"It can't be stimulated at all."
A voice came from , there is fright, there is anger, and more of panic.
Lin Mo couldn't help but be shocked, because he didn't find out where the missing people had gone. But compared with what is in front of me, it seems a little worse.
Lin Mo frowned slightly and floated away from the side of the Jiuzhen Demon Subduing Formation. In front of the teleportation formation, Gui Ling was still in the teleportation formation and found that the formation had not stopped. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he casually hit a sword on the edge of the teleportation array, but there was no reaction.
Yinyue glanced at Lin Mo distractedly, and seeing Lin Mo's gloomy expression, her bad feeling became stronger.
The white-robed Confucian scholar came to lead Lin Mo. Seeing Lin Mo's face, he asked, "Is it serious? What's wrong with the magic circle?"
Lin Mo shook his head, "Fa There is nothing wrong with the formation, but it is blocked by the space power of the Black Wind Flag. Unless Saint Ancestor Yuancha takes the initiative to release the ban, we will not be able to teleport out."
"Is there any other way?" The white-robed Confucian scholar asked.
"Yes"
The scholar in white robe did not wait for further questions and continued, "The power to break space."
The scholar in white robe took a breath and said, "Break... space?"
< br>The other monks accompanying him sneered when they heard the method Lin Mo said. He sarcastically said, "Break space? Who do you think you are? This is the space power of the Black Wind Flag activated by the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha. If you have that power, why do you need to worry?"
Although other monks did not say anything , but they all nodded silently, agreeing with the monk who spoke.
"What's the point of arguing with me? You guys asked me, and I answered, why do fellow Taoists bother to ridicule me here? It's not that he doesn't know who he wants to deal with, and he has no time to take care of us now. He should be thinking about what to do now Get away, instead of taunting me with the same hatred." Although Lin Mo was not aggressive and stingy, the tone of his words also made people feel as cold as his whole body.
The face of the monk who was criticized became even more ugly, as if there was still a dark air. When he wanted to refute, he seemed to remember something again, so he endured it.
The white-robed Confucian scholar didn't say much, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, and he started to make calculations again.
Just when everyone was at their wits' end, they suddenly heard a sneer, and a black wind blew out of nowhere in the enclosed space of the Black Wind Flag. Following the hurricane, Lin Mo saw a huge flag suddenly appear in the sky. The flag rustled in the wind.
The surrounding things seemed to be affected by the hurricane. The black air slowly dissipated, and the woman in black robe in front of him became clear.
Lin Mo glanced at Silver Moon beside the Jiuzhen Demon-Suppressing Formation. The formation had been destroyed. The black-robed woman looked at everyone sternly, but Lin Mo found that she also looked at the eight spiritual beasts outside.
The spirit beast appeared to be somewhat fragmented under the influence of the hurricane. The hurricane in the space slowly subsided, but the Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha was still surrounded by bursts of black wind. The Saint Ancestor did not dare to step out of the black wind, which was her armor.
Lin Mo knew that the fragmented spirit beast was just its phantom, and with the presence of the Eight Spiritual Rulers, the broken phantom soon vaguely reunited.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha glanced at the palace with an expressionless expression, and finally sent this person away.
Lin Moqiang silently noticed the big-headed weirdo next to him with the eyes of the Holy Ancestor. He raised his eyebrows, but found that this big-headed weirdo was better than him at watching from the sidelines.
Although the hurricane in the power of space is powerful and the damage is extremely high, it will not be affected at all in the center, just like the eye of a tornado, safe and sound.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha said to the direction of the big-headed weirdo, "Fellow Daoist Ye, how about we make a deal?"
The big-headed weirdo was suddenly called and was stunned for a moment. Hearing Yuan Cha After the Holy Ancestor's words, a trace of doubt seemed to flash across his expressionless face.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha saw that the big-headed weirdo had no reaction, as if he had not heard anything, and continued, "You don't want to break through?"
The big-headed weirdo was slightly moved when he heard the breakthrough, "What? Transaction.”
When Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha heard the big-headed weirdo's reply, he knew it was done.
"Go and get the Eight Spiritual Rulers. I guarantee that Longmeng will not harm you." The sweet voice of the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha passed into the ears of the big-headed weirdo.
The big-headed weirdo hesitated.
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha looked at the big-headed weirdo and said nothing, so he asked again, "Fellow Daoist Ye, don't you believe that the Holy Ancestor can protect you?"
After finishing speaking, the big-headed weirdo said In response, he pointed at the frowning monk next to him. Most of them are Ye family monks.
The big-headed weirdo didn't see what the Holy Ancestor did. He only saw him pinch it with two fingers. The Ye family monk's face changed drastically, but he didn't notice that the Holy Ancestor pinched it to stimulate the spirit.
When the monks were all confused, Lin Mo's eyes froze, he raised his finger, chanted in his mouth, and activated his spiritual energy. There was a faint blue light on his finger, and he pointed in the direction pointed by the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha. go out.
"Ding ding." There were several crashing sounds, and one of the older monks suddenly felt a pain in his forehead from the impact, and then everyone saw a strange black mark left at the old man's seal. I was angry, and then the pain became unbearable.
The old man covered his forehead, looked at the black air stained in his hands, pointed at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha, and only uttered the word "you...you", and then lost his voice.
Lin Mo saw that the old man still fell to the ground despite his own defense, and his face became even colder.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha turned his head and looked at Lin Mo angrily, "You dare to stop me?"
Lin Mo seemed not to have heard and did not reply. Keeping looking at the old man who fell to the ground, the Holy Ancestor threw a few ball beads. He only pawned a few of them, but the old man's one could not be blocked. The few people who were blocked only heard the clanking sound in front of them, and then felt the old man next to them fall down and took a breath of air.
All the monks looked at the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha. The Holy Ancestor smiled slightly, with a smile in his eyes, as if he waved his arm casually.
At this time, the monks were all ready. One of the middle-aged monks stood in front of a female monk. He seemed to be pushed by a strong force and took a few steps back. He was picked up by the woman behind him. live.
The big-headed weirdo looked at the actions of Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha, and his face became even worse. He looked at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and asked, "What does the Saint Ancestor mean?"
But at this time, Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha was Ignoring the big-headed weirdo, he looked at the white-robed scholar among the monks. The white-robed scholar was hit by the ball, but the phantom disappeared.
"Changing the moonlight?"
"Textiles!"
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha and Lin Mo spoke together.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the black energy gathered in the old man's Yintang was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly exploded with a bang. When the monk next to the old man felt more and more uncomfortable, he quickly left the old man's side, otherwise who would know Will it be affected?
Among them, the square-faced monk looked at the two Nascent Souls that suddenly wanted to shoot at him. He took out the bone ring to protect himself with a gloomy expression. The two Nascent Souls were taken into the ring. The monk looked at the Yuansha with good eyesight. Holy Ancestor.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha didn’t seem to care, and said to the big-headed monster, “Don’t you, Daoist Ye, still miss you, my holy ancestor?” Put the spiritual ruler away. When I get out of trouble, I will definitely help you to live longer and break through the bottle. Neck. As for Long Meng, there is no need for Fellow Daoist Ye to take action."
Lin Mo has been watching the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha and the big-headed weirdo. Lin Mo knows that the big-headed weirdo will eventually become a demon, seeing the expression on the Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha's face. Waibian's eyes were red, as if there was residual blood, and his face was extremely coquettish.
The big-headed weirdo glanced at Saint Ancestor Yuancha and then walked in the direction where the Eight Spirit Ruler was floating.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha saw the big-headed weirdo walking to the Eight Spirit Rulers, and suddenly felt a black hole appear above his head, and a giant palm struck the big-headed weirdo's head without any hesitation.
The big-headed monster felt the huge spiritual energy and did not want to respond head-on. He was about to retreat. The Holy Ancestor of Yuancha waved lightly, and his giant palm seemed to be blocked by something. The big-headed monster no longer hesitated, and ran towards the Eight Spirit Rulers in a flash of yellow light.
Just when the big-headed monster was about to take the Eight Spirit Rulers, he heard a sigh, and then a black-red blade appeared across the sky and flew straight towards the big-headed monster.
The big-headed monster only took a breath of cold air. When Lin Mo saw the black blood sword appearing, he put away his dry blue ice sword silently. I didn't expect that person to take action.
The big-headed monster would not sit still and wait for death. When he recognized the black blood knife, he called out his yellow blade, and kept enlarging it to protect him. The big-headed monster then summoned a spiritual weapon.
The black blood knife did not give the big-headed monster any chance to block it, and slashed it directly at the monster. The black blood knife and the yellow sharp blade collided with a loud noise, and the two giant swords colliding in mid-air made a trembling buzz.
The sound of shattering could still be heard vaguely. The big-headed monster saw cracks appearing on the yellow blade guarding him, and his expression changed drastically. Then I felt a burning pain in my chest, which became more obvious, and then a mouthful of black blood came out.
The expression of Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha changed. He never thought that this big-headed weirdo was actually useless. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the white shadow behind the dragon pillar of the palace.
The Holy Ancestor did not show his spiritual energy, but just waved his arm, and the white shadow behind the dragon pillar let out a soft cry and fell down. Lin Mo saw that the white figure that fell down turned out to be the white-robed Confucian scholar who was protected by many people just now.
But at this time, the white-robed Confucian scholar fell to the ground as if nothing was wrong, if you ignore the bloody hole on his chest.
The black blood sword that the white-robed scholar ran out was greatly affected. The big-headed monster's yellow blade looked like it was about to break just now, but now it seems to have been repaired. The big-headed monster also clearly felt the spiritual pressure on his body. Not a little bit lighter.
While the black blood knife could not hurt him, the big-headed weirdo turned around and tried to escape. The white-robed Confucian scholar seemed to feel something on his side, and activated his spiritual power again, and his spiritual pressure began to surge again.
"You still want to escape? This black blood knife is the inherited treasure of the Ye family, and it is also a magic weapon for dealing with traitors. Since you have colluded with the ancient demon ancestor, you should think of the cause and effect now." The white-robed Confucian scholar urged He moved the black blood knife and said to the big-headed monster. It was not difficult to tell that the scholar in white robe was very angry.
The big-headed weirdo's expression changed slightly when he heard the word "traitor", but he recovered in an instant, as if he hadn't heard it.
The scholar in white robe saw that the big-headed weirdo was stubborn and made a wheezing sound in his chest. Although it was small, the monks could hear it, although they could not see the rise and fall of his chest.
The Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha did not expect that the white-robed Confucian scholar could persist until now after being defeated by him. He raised his hand and grabbed it again in the void. No spiritual energy appeared, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation. But the white-robed Confucian scholar There was a jingling sound right in front of me.
The white-robed Confucian scholar only saw a giant sword faintly appearing in front of him, emitting a blue aura, and actually blocked all the attacks of the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The white-robed scholar's pupils shrank, but he did not dodge. Suddenly, a fiery red magic weapon flew out of the hole in his chest, still spinning and emitting a dazzling red light.
If you look carefully, you can see that the red light completely envelops the white-robed Confucian scholar.
Lin Mo saw that the white-robed Confucian scholar was using a magic weapon to protect his body, and felt that he was meddling in other people's business.
Seeing this situation, Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha’s face became as dark as water.
At this time, another sweet laugh was heard, the laughter seemed to be spitting poison, and he said, "Holy Ancestor, you can let humans get treasures for you, why didn't you think that I can also join forces with the monks? ? You want to destroy the Eight Spirit Rulers, how can I have the nerve to do what you want?" He asked questions one after another, who was it not Long Meng?
"I want to see how well your magic power can be performed under the Eight Spirit Rulers?"
The face of Saint Ancestor Yuancha became even more gloomy, but what he said was "You are the only one The remnant soul without a body has forgotten you. There are so many elixirs here, will I be afraid?”
"You..." Longmeng's voice was a little surprised, and there was no sound before she finished speaking.
The hurricane that had just stopped seemed to be blowing again, but this time it was not blowing in the space, but towards a certain direction of the palace. The Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha pointed in the direction of the palace. A black wind flag appeared in the sky. Although it didn't look big, the faint black energy shrouded the place.
I saw that it was still light black air at the beginning, and gradually the black air became thicker and thicker, and the black wind flag was also wrapped in it. Then I heard the shining light of stars and crackling sounds coming from the black air. A crackling sound. As the black air became heavier and heavier, a shrill scream came from the middle of the black air.
Lin Mo looked in the direction of the black wind flag and saw that the square-faced monk was also among them, and the hurricane was filled with stars like ice thorns, hanging on the people in the eye of the wind. .
It was too late to save him at this time. Fortunately, the square-faced monk also had his own body protection magic weapon. He threw the bone ring and circled it around him to protect himself completely.
(End of this chapter)