Dongfang Mo didn't expect that this time it was just a false alarm. Liang Tianqiong didn't know that he killed Dongyang.

In this case, he could be said to have been walking around under the woman's nose.

However, he had already made up his mind that he would not appear again in front of this woman unless he had no choice in the future.

And what made him happy was that he had another unexpected gain this time, that is, from this, he learned from the woman that there would be something like Ziwu Zhenshui in the No. 7 auction venue a month later, and he would definitely compete for it on the spot.

In addition, as he learned from Dongyang's memory, Liang Tianqiong would send the news about the Soul Spike Land back to Wuji Valley, and Wuji Valley would likely send high-level elders to intercept the deputy hall master of the Tianyin Hall of the Blood Bat Clan, he also had to carefully consider it.

That is the strength of the deputy hall master of Tianyin Palace, and the elders sent by Wuji Valley are definitely stronger than this person.

Logically speaking, with his strength, if he wants to get involved in this matter, he will be completely dead.

But this does not mean that he cannot take advantage of the situation. He can observe in secret and wait for an opportunity to move.

The earth of spiritual breath is something that he must obtain in his Yinluo tribe's actions, so he must carefully consider the gains and losses in it.

After making the decision, Dongfang Mo disappeared on the streets of Fancheng at a very fast speed.

But this time, he did not return to Baia Mountain immediately, but rushed through the city of Fan. After half a day, he arrived at the Holy Treasure Building that day and then stepped up.

Because he had been here last time, Dongfang Mo was familiar with the journey this time. Soon he was led by a girl from the Yinluo tribe to the seventh floor of the Holy Treasure Building.

After stepping into it, he immediately closed the stone door.

This time Dongfang Mo's goal was very clear. He entered the four words "Bone Spirit Butterfly Egg" on the red stone tablet.

He saw from the monks of the Demon Ape Clan and the Saint Molan that this thing must have some strange effects. However, even the bone teeth didn't know this effect, so he had to check it out in person.

Dongfang Mo's review did not last long. In less than a quarter of an hour, he stepped out of the secret room and left the Holy Treasure Building with a look of joy. It was obvious that his purpose had been achieved.

This time, he went straight back to the cave of Baiashan. Next, he took out the twelve kinds of beads and began to continue refining this object.

What he has to do now is to wait for a month to go to the auction venue of No. 7 to bid for the Ziwu Zhenshui.

However, just half a month passed, and at some point, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his eyes from the state of cross-legging into meditation.

At this time, he seemed to sense something, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the storage bag around his waist, and then took out the yellow Holy Son Order.

Now the Holy Son makes the surface light flash, and from it, several small words emerge from the virtual to the real.

After seeing these words clearly, Dongfang Mo was stunned at first, then he showed a little surprise and a faint expression of joy.

He turned his hand and put away the object, then stood up with a whirr, pushed open the stone door of the secret room, and quickly left the cave.

Taking advantage of the night, he hid his body and walked quietly in a certain direction in the city of Fan City like a ghost.

Dongfang Mo only walked for half an hour, and finally he arrived at the foot of a low mountain and followed a path to a seemingly ordinary cave.

After a moment of contemplation, he waved his hand and shot a magic trick and sank into the cave. In just a moment, the door of the cave quietly opened.

Dongfang Mo Ding looked at it and saw a black piece of black. Even if he injected his magic power into his eyes, he could not see it clearly. However, he felt a powerful aura vaguely, and was dormant in the cave. He even relied on his ear power and magical powers to hear a calm breath.

Just as his mind was a little nervous, a suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air, sucking his body forward and staggering.

At the same time, with a loud "boom" sound, the door of the cave behind him was tightly closed.

"Hula!"

When Dongfang Mo was in the dark, an invisible big hand, with the oppression of a breath of the Dao Realm, caught him from left to right.

Even if he could not see it, Dongfang Mo's spiritual consciousness was not affected at all. At this moment, he had to react quickly. His physical strength was circulating without reservation, and then he swung his backhand.

"Hiss!"

A sharp white light, with a torn sound of wind breaking, thrust first on the big hand.

"Bang!"

The next moment, I saw the big hand condensed by magic power, with cracks on the surface and then shattered.

However, under this attack, Dongfang Mo was still as if he was hit hard. He stepped back and his breath became even more violently turbulent.

"Hula!"

And before he could stand firm, another big hand with magic power condensed fell from the sky. This time, this big hand was not fished towards him, but slapped him hard with a terrifying pressure.

Before this palm fell, Dongfang Mo's body felt a heavy pressure, causing his body to sink slightly down.

He has seen many cultivators in the Dao Realm, but he has never encountered anyone who has the Dao Realm cultivation level. He has such great power with just one blow.

Seeing that the big hand above his head was about to take a picture, he let out a low roar, and then magic patterns appeared on the surface of his body, swimming like a swimming fish.

Then he clenched his five fingers, his muscles bulged, and he punched his head without any fancy.

In a flash, his fist hit the palm of the palm of the palm of the entire size disproportionately.

The moment the two touched, a muffled sound of fists and palms fighting was made. For a moment, Dongfang Mo felt like he was pressing down on the top of his legs and ankles. He saw that he was directly embedded into the ground with a "pop" sound.

At the same time, my body trembled violently, looking overwhelmed.

At this time, his teeth were clenched, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Then a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, his arm suddenly shook.

With a "bang", the palm that was constantly crushing him downward finally broke open, and at the same time, Dongfang Mo felt that the pressure was reduced sharply.

He did not stop at this time. His legs bent slightly, and then he stretched out instantly. His figure suddenly ejected. Still in mid-air, he slashed the whisk in his hand towards a vague black shadow sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Hiss!"

A silver light briefly illuminated the cave, and then Dongfang Mo saw the figure sitting cross-legged, as if it was a young man.

Just as the silver light was about to be slashed at this human and heavenly spirit, the young man stretched out his arm as fast as lightning. Under Dongfang Mo's horrified gaze, with a "pop", he grabbed the cut silver-white silk in his hand without moving.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then his arm bent and pulled. The next moment, Dongfang Mo's figure staggered forward, and his figure was pulled away by the man without control.

Dongfang Mo was extremely shocked and angry. The physical power he was proud of was not threatening in this person's eyes.

What surprised him was that just as he was moving, the young man suddenly frowned, and then the man's face suddenly turned pale.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

His straight body suddenly became a little hunched, and then he let out a deep cough.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo also felt his hands relaxed, and he stomped his feet and finally stood firmly.

Seeing the abnormality of the person in front of him, he did not move, but looked at the person who was still coughing in surprise.

After more than ten breaths, the young man's coughing sound was gradually suppressed. The man raised his head and took a deep breath, his pale face also eased a little.

At this time, his eyes fell on Dongfang Mo again. After looking at him for a while, he loosened the brush thread in his hand and looked at Dongfang Mo in human language:

"Are you the Holy Son Dongfang Mo sent by the Sect Master this time?"
Chapter completed!