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Chapter 777: The Power of the Black Rain Stone

"Snapped!"

A clear and crisp sound sounded, and a blue-black strange blade was pulled out of its original shape by the whisk in Dongfang Mo's hand, and it was pulled away crookedly.

When this strange blade was obtained by Dongfang Mo, it was originally blue, but after some sacrifices and refining by him, it finally turned black.I don't want to think that the color of this thing has changed again when it falls into the hands of the night spirit monk.

Before Dongfang Mo could think about it, the strange blade that flew out crookedly followed the movement of the Yeling monk's fingers, and seemed to disappear into the void for a flash, and disappeared from Dongfang Mo's sight again.

In the next breath, his arm with changed expression raised and lowered, and there was another "pop".The strange blade was thrown to the left by Dongfang Mo.

However, under the control of the Yeling tribe monks, this strange blade sometimes became invisible, shooting towards Dongfang Mo's body four times in an unstoppable way.

Dongfang Mo's movements were also extremely swift and violent, the whisk in his hand was waved into white lights by him, and for a while, clear and clear voices rang out beside him, and he actually slammed the strange blade away time and time again.

Not only was the Night Elder cultivator not far away not surprised, the corner of his mouth suddenly turned up the next moment, revealing a sneering smile.Then the Fajue pinched in this person's hand changed, and the word "cut" was softly uttered from his mouth.

"boom!"

For just this moment, when the brush in Dongfang Mo's hand was pulled on the strange blade again, he felt as if he had been hit hard at this moment.A huge force was transmitted from the whisk to his arm, and then to the rest of his body, which made him feel as if his body was being torn apart, and his body also flew upside down several feet away.

After flipping in the air, he stood in mid-air, his breath rising and falling, and his face became flushed.

Fortunately, he has a strong physical body, otherwise, ordinary people will definitely be shocked out of injuries when faced with this unexpected move.

He judged in an instant that the Night Elder monk had never used all his strength when he was controlling the strange blade, and now he wanted to give him a sharp blow, this person was really cunning.

Seeing that Dongfang Mo was unscathed after only a shock, the Yeling monk's expression became ugly.Although this strange blade is elusive, its effect is only a surprise attack, and its own power is not great.That's why he made a small plan, not wanting to be blocked by Dongfang Mo again.

Following his movements, the strange blade was about to disappear into the void again with a hiss.

Dongfang Mo had already lost his patience. With a wave of his left hand, a white bubble-like thing was thrown out by him.

As soon as the bubble appeared, it disappeared without a trace. When it reappeared, it quietly wrapped the strange blade and fixed it in midair.

Even if the strange blade rushed left and right, chopping the air bubbles into various sharp and convex shapes, it seemed like it couldn't break it open.

After imprisoning the magic weapon with the fish sac, Dongfang Mo stretched out his big hand and grabbed it in the air, and then swung his arm at the night spirit monk.

"call!"

The huge natal stone whizzed towards him, but before it fell, a large shadow and strong gravity had already enveloped the whole body of this person.

The night spirit cultivator saw that the strange blade he had just obtained was imprisoned by a strange magic weapon sacrificed by Dongfang Mo, and he couldn't break free for a short time.Looking at the huge stone ball that was chasing down from above his head, he almost didn't even think about it, and was about to dodge to the side as soon as he received the spell.

He had tasted the power of the boulder, so naturally he would not repeat the same mistakes to face it head-on, but for the gravity emanating from the boulder, it would be difficult for ordinary monks in the Infant Realm to face it.But with his strength, there is no problem in breaking free.

But he just made a move, and Dongfang Mo had already disappeared one step ahead of him, and appeared a few meters away from this person like a ghost.

At this time, he waved his hand and offered a small yellow bell. When the little bell swelled to the size of three feet, he opened his mouth and another stone bead the size of a longan was offered.

The stone bead turned into the size of a human head in an instant, and smashed fiercely on the small yellow bell.

"when!"

With a loud chime, a circle of black sound waves surged out from the mouth of the small yellow bell, covering the night spirit cultivator from small to large.

He deliberately changed the color and appearance of the soul-destroying clock, just because the place is Qingling Dao Sect, there are many monster monks, if some of these people with status recognize the origin of this thing, maybe it will be a little troublesome .

As for the soul-shocking stone, after being refined by him for so many years, its appearance and aura have changed a lot, so there is no need to worry.

When he saw a circle of shocking sound waves attacking, the night spirit cultivator had a frightened expression on his face, but he concealed the fright in a flash.

"Shh!"

Dongfang Mo only saw an afterimage passing by in front of him. This person broke free from the gravity of the natal stone, and his body sitting cross-legged appeared in the sky ten feet away in a teleport.

Then there was a loud bang, and the natal stone hit the place where he was standing before, and the blow of the soul-destroying clock also missed.

After seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly. Although the fear in this person's eyes was well concealed just now, he was still aware of it. It seems that this person is very afraid of soul attacks.

But after he was poisoned by the blood poison of the corpse, he focused on learning about the night spirit tribe in the family's book library. From his understanding of the situation, he did not find any weakness or weakness in the soul of the night spirit tribe monks. On the contrary, the soul of the night spirit monks is much stronger than that of the human race.After all, this is a foreign race with a foundation-building stage cultivation base from birth.

He subconsciously looked at this person, and opened his consciousness to feel it a little bit.

The next moment, he was surprised and showed a meaningful smile.

He practiced the map of suppressing demons, and the soul was not only traumatized once, but also used the method of soul refining many times to refine the mother body of the spirit insect, and even stripped the soul to plant the soul killing mark on Xue Junqiong.With his attainments in the spirit and soul, it can be seen at a glance that there is something wrong with this person's spirit and soul.

So he was overjoyed, secretly thinking that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, the power of the Dementor Bell can only be maximized when it is close to this person. If the distance is too far, it will be easy for this person to dodge, and it will not be able to inflict heavy damage on this person.

"Since you're looking for death, I'm too lazy to deal with you."

Just when Dongfang Mo thought of this, he only heard the Yeling tribe monk say with a livid face.

After finishing speaking, the incantations in his mouth that belonged exclusively to the Night Elder clan resounded clearly on the entire stage of life and death.

"Kakkaka!"

Under the gaze of everyone, this person opened his mouth and inhaled, and the surrounding spiritual energy rolled towards him like a tide.At the same time, the height of his zhang xu was once again increased by three feet, and the aura in his whole body had also increased by as much as [-]%.

"drink!"

Under the seal of both hands, the person's dark pupils became deeper and deeper, and as his body shook, with a "buzz", a huge human-shaped phantom burst out from his body, and immediately swelled to more than fifty ten feet high.

The appearance of this phantom is the same as that of a night spirit monk. Both of them look like they are wearing armor, but they look very illusory.

When the phantom of the human form appeared, the night spirit cultivator stood behind him, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo instantly thought of the giant ghost technique performed by real Biying and Nangongzheng's golden body.

"Humph!"

His mind moved, and the heavy natal stone came crashing down and threw it at this person again.But this time, his strength exploded in full force, without reservation, the huge natal stone appeared in front of the phantom in the blink of an eye with an extremely fast speed and heavy oppression.

Seeing the natal stone blasting towards him, the phantom figure didn't seem to have any intention of dodging. The person turned around and slapped the natal stone with a fan.

With a bang, the humanoid phantom trembled wildly, almost unable to stand still.However, with this blow, the natal stone was also blown away by him.

"What a lot of strength!"

Dongfang Mo was secretly surprised, it seemed to be similar to this kind of spell cast by this person, most of its power was based on strength, and it could actually go head-to-head with his natal stone.

He soared into the sky and appeared in front of the phantom in human form. With one move, the soul shaking stone in front of him was repeatedly smashed down at the soul-destroying bell.

"When...when...when..."

The thick bells continued to ring, and circles of black sound waves shrouded the phantom of the human figure.

But when the black sound waves hit the phantom of the human form, they were actually blocked by his tall body, without the slightest ripple reaching the night spirit monks behind him.

Dongfang Mo had expected this for a long time, after all, this human phantom is not the body of the soul.

He froze and disappeared again.

But this time, at the moment he disappeared, the huge palm of the phantom phantom grabbed a certain place in the void.

In an instant, Dongfang Mo's figure appeared. Looking at the palm that was grabbed towards him, he stepped back a little bit.

I wanted to approach this person quietly, but now it seems impossible.

So he seized the Soul Shaking Stone in front of him and pushed it forward.

"call!"

The head-sized soul-shocking stone, like the natal stone, also rose to more than ten feet, and slammed towards the phantom of the human figure in front of it.

With the sound of "bang", although the body of the humanoid phantom trembled wildly again, he still slapped the soul shaking stone away.

Dongfang Mo sneered, and the next thing he saw was that he was manipulating the two stones of natal life, smashing wildly at the phantom in human form.The gravity on the natal stone and the soul fluctuations on the soul-shocking stone swayed away, covering it.

No one knew the weight of these two boulders better than him. If ordinary monks in the Infant Transformation Realm received his full-strength blow, most of them would burst into blood mist.

Therefore, after the phantom of the human figure blocked more than ten breaths, its body almost collapsed.Behind him, the Night Elder cultivator with his eyes closed opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Everyone in the audience saw that Dongfang Mo was able to overwhelm the Yeling monks in the Immortal Ascension Boundary, and they were once again shocked by his strength.

But at this time, Dongfang Mo was also uncomfortable, because the mana in his body was being consumed crazily.

And with the passage of time, Dongfang Mo noticed with astonishment that after the night spirit cultivator spewed out a mouthful of blood, the man's aura was gradually rising. Although the speed was slow, it was unusually stable.

Terrified, he suddenly looked up at the sky above his head, only to see that night had gradually fallen.

"late!"

Just when he guessed something, the night spirit cultivator in the mid-air ahead suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo saw the phantom of the fifty-foot-tall human figure that was about to collapse, and his body became real with a crackling sound.

Moreover, in the surrounding night, there seemed to be an invisible force restraining him, making him seem to be immersed in water, and his every move would be hindered.The most terrifying thing is that this resistance is still rising.

"No wonder they are called Night Spirits." Dongfang Mo murmured.

He once saw a fragment of a sentence in a classic in Zangshuge, saying that when the night came, the strength of the night spirit monks would increase by a few points.

"wrong!"

But immediately he frowned, because even if the strength of the night spirit cultivator would increase greatly at night, it would definitely not rise to such an exaggerated level like the person in front of him.

Looking at the phantom whose aura was almost approaching the middle stage of the Immortal Ascension Boundary, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

No matter how powerful this person is, his physical strength cannot be compared to the magic pole iron engraved with spirit patterns.

With a flip of his palm, he put away the Dementor Clock in front of him and the whisk in his hand.

Under the fingers, the yellow flame burning behind him spread out like a wave of fire.

"Hoohoo!"

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​fire covered the entire stage of life and death, blocking everyone's sight.

Surrounded by dazzling flames, Dongfang Mo finally felt the stickiness all over his body subside a lot.

And the night spirit monk and the phantom in front of him, although they were in the sea of ​​flames, there was a layer of black light around them to block the flames.

"When death is imminent, what's the use of struggling any longer?" In Dongfang Mo's ears, the voice of a night spirit cultivator sounded.

"Hehe, if fellow daoists were in their prime, the outcome of you and I would not be certain. But now that you have endured the pain of being separated from your soul and soul, and you don't have a magic weapon in your hand, it is already an overestimation of you to be able to display [-]% of your strength. Really not I know where your confidence comes from." Dongfang Mo pouted.

"Young man, what nonsense are you talking about!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yeling cultivator's tone was not only extremely angry, but also when this person spoke, he glanced through the sea of ​​fire intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced in the direction of the old man who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air.

"It's nothing, just talking casually." Dongfang Mo chuckled.

"I didn't expect that your strength is not high, but your eyesight is good. Since you already know, I can't keep you now." The night spirit monk said.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo didn't speak, and obviously lost interest in answering this person.He glanced around, he could see people outside the platform of life and death through the sea of ​​flames, but these people might not be able to see him, this was what he did on purpose.

He stretched out his right hand, spread it flat, and a black liquid flowed out from his cuff.

At this moment, the magic pattern on his body moved faster, and a strange force different from magic power brewed in his body, and slowly injected it into the liquid in his hand.

All of a sudden, the black liquid separated into tiny raindrops independently.

These raindrops floated in front of Dongfang Mo. Although the surface was extremely round, they exuded a sharp and domineering aura that made people dare not look directly at them.

Feeling this sharp breath, Dongfang Mo's eyes showed a little excitement.He directly released a small half of the magic energy in his body and poured it into the black rain stone in front of him. In an instant, the raindrops jumped like rain after a long drought, and seemed extremely happy.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand.

"Shhhhh..."

Countless raindrops exploded towards the front, tearing the air apart with a rushing sound.

As early as when Dongfang Mo took out the ball of black liquid, the Yeling cultivator in front of him felt his heart skip a beat.

Seeing countless raindrops bursting towards him, this person's expression changed suddenly.

The fifty-foot-tall phantom human figure crossed its arms in front of its chest without even thinking about it.

"Puff puff……"

However, following a series of soft noises, the arms and chest of the phantom were pierced with countless small holes.

"Puff puff……"

Not only that, there was another sound of a sharp sword piercing into flesh.The Night Elder cultivator behind the phantom, his body was paper-like, beaten into a hornet's nest, covered with transparent holes.

The blood soaked the person in an instant.

(End of this chapter)