At this moment, Saint Molan felt that the Dongfang Mo and the surrounding scenery in front of her became hazy, as if she was about to sink into some illusory world.

Seeing the surrounding scene becoming more and more blurred, the woman knew very well that this was a sign that she was about to fall into the fantasy array under the Eastern Mobu.

She once vaguely learned from Mu Zhen that the reason why Dongfang Mo was able to compete for the position of the Holy Son was because Qingfeng Wuhen, the sect leader of the Qingling Dao Sect, personally delayed the competition for the Holy Son for dozens or hundreds of years just to wait for him. The reason for this is that Dongfang Mo has the illusion root, one of the three major Hunyuan spiritual roots.

Mu Zhen only heard about this, so this woman was even more skeptical. But when she saw Dongfang Mo was performing illusions on her at this time, the woman was finally sure of this matter. Dongfang Mo indeed had illusion roots.

When the woman thought of the Hunyuan Spiritual Root, and the illusion root, one of the three major Hunyuan Spiritual Roots, the woman's heart suddenly jumped, knowing that she must not fall into the illusion under Dongfang Mobu, otherwise she would probably encounter great trouble.

So she bit her tongue, and the severe pain finally made her dizzy and more awake.

Saint Molan was delighted. At this time, she opened her teeth lightly and silently recited a mantra that belonged to the Shadow Clan alone.

As the sound of the unfamiliar spell fell, the woman felt more and more awake, and the gradually blurred and hazy scenes around her finally stopped squirming like the pictures in the water, and slowly returned to reality.

But at this moment, the woman suddenly looked up with some sense, and saw that Dongfang Mo, whose eyes had returned to black, appeared in front of her like a ghost. Then he stretched out his right hand and pointed the cluster of yellow flames on the tip of his index finger toward her eyebrows.

"court death!"

Seeing this scene, Saint Molan shouted sweetly. The woman raised her hand without thinking and pointed the black light on the tip of her index finger towards Dongfang Mo.

"Clang!"

The moment the two of them touched their fingertips, a crisp sound of metallic attacks was made. And as Dongfang Mo's body shook, Saint Molan staggered back.

"Physical cultivation!"

At this moment, the woman looked at him in shock.

Not only that, at this moment, on the tip of her index finger, the cluster of yellow flames before was stained with maggots on it. Then a "husky" sounded loudly and spread along her arms and then her body.

Feeling a violent burning pain from her arm, the woman's jade arm trembled without thinking about it, and a black air stripped from her arm, and the yellow flames covering her arm were like a layer of armor, falling off from her arm.

After doing all this, Saint Molan took a little lower foot, and his figure swept back like a light butterfly and appeared ten feet away in an instant.

The moment he stood still, the woman's finger suddenly twitched. In an instant, many purple gravels floating in the air like loose sand were pulled one after another, each of which trembled, and then burst into Dongfang Mo's back with the sound of breaking through the air.

These purple gravels were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo could not dodge at all. Countless gravels fell on the blood-colored energy on his back like rain hitting banana leaves.

For a moment, I only heard the crisp sound of "dingding" connected together.

With Dongfang Mo's powerful body, at this moment, he felt a huge force pouring from behind him, causing him to stagger forward and step on his feet.

With a "boom", he stepped hard in the void. After finally standing still, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Saint Molan, and a pale look was about to appear in his black pupils again.

"I still want to play this trick!" Saint Molan sneered, and then her fingers continued to pinch.

For a moment, the purple gravel scattered around Dongfangmo suddenly spread out, like a fluffy cotton ball, surrounding him. Then, with the sound of squeaking, countless purple gravel suddenly stirred up, forming a tornado.

And the center of the tornado is Dongfang Mo.

At this time, purple gravel hit the blood-colored energy around him, making a tingling sound. Although each purple gravel looked only the size of a soybean, under the control of Saint Molan, each purple gravel had a thousand pounds of power.

Dongfang Mo, who was wrapped in layers, began to shake and shake. The only thing he could do was to inject the magic power in his body into the Shengluozhu, and activate this layer of blood-colored energy to block the attack of the purple gravel around him with all his strength.

But as time went by, he showed obvious signs of losing his support.

At this moment, Saint Molan glanced at Dongfang Mo with a sarcastic look, then she turned back to look at the heavy water array behind her, and saw a solemn look on the girl's face condensed with black aura.

Now that her identity has been revealed, his position is almost the same as Dongfang Mo.

It would be fine if the one who won in the Chongshui Formation was Elder Wu, but if the winner was Gusuye, even if she had magical powers, she would never be able to escape from the palm of her hand.

Thinking of this, she turned around and looked at Dongfang Mo with a hint of murderous intent on her face.

This woman knew she could not wait any longer and had to kill Dongfang Mo as soon as possible and then escape from here immediately.

"Hao!"

Suddenly, Saint Molan heard a delicate shout, and then a "sniff" sound, a delicate thin filament shot out from her heavenly spirit and came to a ten-foot sky in a flash.

The black air condensed body she left in the place suddenly fell into stillness. This stillness lasted only three or two breaths. With a "bang", the black smoke in the human form suddenly exploded, and then it was like a black dragon whistling forward, sinking into the tornado formed by purple gravel.

In just this moment, the tornado swallowed the black smoke and turned into black.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The gravel that hit Dongfang Mo's body soared as much as possible.

In just this moment, the energy around him suddenly trembled wildly, and the blood light on it suddenly flashed.

At this time, Dongfang Mo's face changed drastically, his teeth tightly clenched.

The thin filament floating in the air seemed to have life at this time, staring at him who could only support him with great difficulty.

But if someone outsiders can see it at this time, they will find that the current situation is simply a different situation.

I saw a slender figure wearing a wide Taoist robe standing with his hands behind his back in the air. This person was Dongfang Mo.

Now his eyes are still pale in their eyes, and he looks indifferently at the front.

And above his head, a large black tornado roared fiercely. The tornado was composed of purple gravel and many black gas.

In addition, not far ahead of him, a thin thin thread was staring at the tornado above, and turned a blind eye to Dongfang Mo not far away.

It turned out to be Saint Molan, who had long been trapped in the illusion under the Eastern Mobu without any notice.

At this time, a strange force emanated from Dongfang Mo's pale pupils, which spread within a range of hundreds of feet. This strange force naturally covered the Saint Molan in it.

At this moment, a frivolous look suddenly appeared on Dongfang Mo'ran's face, and a playful curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he slowly raised his footsteps and took a step forward.

Just as he had made some moves, the strange power that spread out from his eyes showed slight fluctuations, and the illusory world around him also had a slight shake.

Fortunately, as his footsteps steadily fell, the slight fluctuation disappeared without a trace.

So he raised his other foot and slowly landed.

Then a slight fluctuation appeared around the stream, and then it returned to calm.

It is because after Dongfang Mo used the illusion, he could only focus on the illusion world he constructed without distraction. If he had any movement, the illusion he had used would inevitably be affected.

But now he is trying to break this shackles. From the moment he seems to have done it with the scriptures.

Next, he saw him walking back with his hands, walking towards the hidden evil spirit transformed into the wisp of Molan Saint turned into in the air.

But this woman still knew nothing about this scene.

In just half a cup of tea, Dongfang Mo had already arrived at this wisp of hidden evil spirits that were so close to him.

At this moment, he just needed to raise his hand to grab the hidden evil spirit that the woman turned into in his palm.
Chapter completed!