Taoist students

Chapter 706 Entering the Urn
It's just that Bu Zhenren and the head of the Brahmin sect didn't have time to make a move. On the stone pillars lined up row after row, gray-white halos shot out. These halos intertwined in mid-air, forming a layer of upside-down bowl-shaped enchantment.

The enchantment is transparent, with a radius of hundreds of feet.

Bu Zhenren and the head of the Brahmin sect happened to be trapped in it.

"Humph!"

The body of the Brahmin master was still wrapped in black smoke. The man rose into the air, and the moment he approached the barrier, a black crutch stretched out from the black smoke and stabbed fiercely towards the barrier.

"Oh!"

However, after the strange crutch pierced the barrier, there was only a dull impact sound, and the barrier didn't even tremble a bit.

After seeing this scene, Bu Zhenren narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he stomped his foot, and the huge mahogany sword under his feet galloped out, and then the tip of the sword was facing upwards, and the hilt was downwards.

Master Bu stretched out his right hand, making a gesture of holding the sword and slashing.

"His!"

The huge mahogany sword immediately cut a black hole in the air, and slashed down on the transparent barrier without any fancy.

"Oh!"

Then there was another loud bang.

The three-foot-long mahogany sword slashed on the stellar qi, and the barrier was only slightly shaken, but it was still unscathed.

At this point, Bu Zhenren's face completely darkened.

"Don't worry about it, you two. This formation called the Locking Dragon Formation was created by the Mystery Gate of the Eastern Territory. Even if a few monks in the Infant Transformation Realm are trapped in a short period of time, don't even think about getting out. This time it is the Xiaodao It was specially prepared for the two of you."

Dongfang Mo stood in mid-air and said with his hands behind his back.

He didn't expect to be able to trap these two at the same time this time.Originally, he had already made preparations. If only one person was trapped, or if neither of them fell into the trap, he would immediately use the Dementor Bell to kill one of them with swift and violent means.

Now it seems that you can play slowly.

Thinking of this, his mind moved.

"call out!"

Suddenly, from the bottom of the barrier where Bu Zhenren and the Brahman Sect Master were, a yellow talisman the size of a palm shot up into the sky.

This thing radiated purple light in mid-air, expanding into a purple-clothed little ghost more than ten feet in size.

Not only that, but following the sound of "Hula Hula", black figures as black as ink emerged from the ground. Looking carefully, these are all demon souls refined by Dongfang Mo in the land of ghost tombs.

Counting them in detail, there are as many as 30 to [-] demon souls.And most of the cultivation bases are in the foundation building stage and still have the alchemy state.

And the little ghost in purple and many demon souls were naturally the ones who hid them underground when Dongfang Mo came here first.

As soon as Fang appeared, hundreds of thousands of demon souls, like a raging flood, submerged towards Bu Zhenren and the Brahman sect master.

And that purple-clothed little ghost let out a stern laugh, and as soon as his huge body bloomed, he disappeared among the many demon souls.

Seeing countless demon souls coming, Master Bu manipulated the mahogany sword to cut from top to bottom.

"His!"

Under the burst of a sharp sword light, the tide-like demon soul was cut into two halves.

All the demon souls cut by the mahogany sword exploded into a puff of black smoke and dissipated.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

But the remaining demon souls didn't care about it, and continued to rush forward without fear of death.

At the critical moment, the black smoke from the head of the Brahman sect rose sharply, covering a radius of more than ten feet in an instant. After many demon souls rushed, all of them were submerged in it, and then they heard screams from within.

It's just that there are too many demon souls, and the barrier is only a hundred feet in diameter, and the range is too narrow. Even if they can deal with it with the means of the two of them, it is still just a face-to-face effort, and they will be overwhelmed by the successive demon souls.

For a while, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and the magic smoke billowed.From time to time, you can see a flash of sword light, and the shadow of a stick flashing past the large area of ​​demon souls.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Daoist Bu and Brahman Sect Master being overwhelmed by many demon souls, Dongfang Mo laughed out loud, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

I think back then that I was forced by the two to go to heaven and have nowhere to go, and I don't want these two to have today.

"Whizzing……"

At this moment, two piercing sounds sounded.

Dongfang Mo turned his head and saw the octogenarian old man and the old-fashioned Taoist priest coming through the air and standing tens of meters away from him.

When these two people appeared and saw a barrier with a size of more than a hundred feet in front of them, and the magic smoke billowed in the barrier, the two met each other and saw a touch of shock in each other's eyes.

Although they didn't know the specific situation, but with their minds, they immediately guessed that Bu Zhenzhen and the Brahman sect master were trapped in it in all likelihood, and the situation didn't seem too good.

For the appearance of these two people, Dongfang Mo was not surprised. At this moment, he was standing far away, looking at them with a half-smile.

"Go!"

After a brief shock, the old man let out a low shout, and he took the lead in killing Dongfang Mo after he finished speaking.

Dongfang Mo didn't have any good feelings for this person, so he waved his sleeves.

"Shhhhh..."

A patch of black raindrops came out of his cuff, like steel bullets, densely covering the old man.

Seeing this, the octogenarian slapped the back of his head and opened his mouth to spit out a white talisman.

The moment the white talisman appeared, it exploded with a bang, turning into a square shield in front of him.

"Bang bang bang..."

The next moment, countless raindrops hit the shield, making a dense crisp sound.

But as soon as the two came into contact, the boxy shield retreated steadily, and the aura on it dimmed instantly, and the surface was covered with pits and grooves.

When all the raindrops hit the shield, they bounced off one after another.

But following Dongfang Mo's movement of pinching the formula, the dense black raindrops turned back and hit the spiritually devastated shield again.

This time, the boxy shield collapsed and exploded into a sky full of debris.

Seeing this scene, the octogenarian suddenly stopped and looked at Dongfang Mo in disbelief.

The talisman was a talisman that he had been nurturing in his body for nearly a hundred years. He never expected that it would be so vulnerable under the attack of Dongfang Mo's raindrop magic weapon.

"Shhhhh..."

Dongfang Mo would not give this person time to adjust his breath. After blasting the shield to pieces, all the raindrops turned into a large area under his control, and continued to head towards the octogenarian.

The old man's pupils constricted sharply, and he lifted the wooden stick in his hand and stirred it.

With the rotation of his arms, a black vortex was stirred out of the void, and all the raindrops were sucked into the vortex.

Just looking at this person's actions, Dongfang Mo curled his lips in disdain.

Sure enough, in the next moment, after sucking in all the black raindrops, the vortex stopped propping up almost in the blink of an eye, and then exploded with a bang.

"Wow!"

At this time, the old man flew upside down like a broken sack, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of hot blood.

"careful!"

However, before this person could stand still, he heard an urgent exclamation.

The old man immediately recognized from the voice that the person who spoke to remind him was an old-fashioned Taoist priest.

Although he didn't know what the danger was, the octogenarian was obviously an experienced person in the face of such a dangerous situation. Without even thinking about it, he aroused his mana and spread a layer of energy around him.

"Pfft... pfft..."

However, following two soft sounds, the old man felt his eyes go dark, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

At this time, not far away, the old-fashioned Taoist priest who was about to make a move with two long swords looked at Dongfang Mo with a look of shock and anger.

There were two soft sounds before, the first sound was from the octogenarian man's whole body being broken, and the second sound was from the man's head being split in half.

"call out!"

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, and a curved black strange blade turned in an arc, and he caught it between his index finger and middle finger.

On the sharp white edge of the strange blade, there are still a few drops of bright red blood slowly sliding down.

"thump!"

The body of the old man fell from mid-air.

All this seems cumbersome, but from the time the old man made a move to being beheaded, it only took three or four breaths.This person is dead, and he can't even escape into the Nascent Soul.

It's no wonder that although the octogenarian man's cultivation level is comparable to that of Dongfang Mo, both of them are in the middle stage of Nascent Transformation Realm.But Dongfang Mo's strength was no longer inferior to that of a Dzogchen monk like Bu Zhenren, and most of his magic weapons were unpredictable, so he was not something he could resist at all.

If Dongfang Mo hadn't hidden the Dementor Clock on purpose, and was going to catch Daoist and Po Lan by surprise, as long as he sacrificed this thing, the old man would be killed by the bombardment.

At this moment, in the barrier in front, Bu Zhenren and the Brahmin old woman were surrounded by many demon souls.

The two seem to be able to see the scene outside the barrier through the barrier.

"This kid definitely hid his strength before." At this time, the Brahman Sect Master said in a deep voice.

"Polan, stop these demon souls for Pindao for a while, and Pindao will have a way to break through this formation." At this time, Bu Zhenren's face was ashen, and he said very ugly.

"Oh? How long will it take?"

The head of the Brahmin sect was a little surprised that Master Bu had a way to break through the barrier in a short time.

"It won't take long, twenty breaths are enough."

"Hmph, these devil spirits are easy to talk about, but you don't know that there is a ghost in the realm of Dzogchen hidden in the dark. That thing has been hiding and waiting for an opportunity to move. Do you think I have three heads and six arms, old lady?"

The Brahmin Sect Master let out a cold snort.

"Then do you choose that the two of us will be trapped here all this time, and will be targeted later. Or raise the poverty line to buy some time." Bu Zhenren asked back.

"This... well, old lady, I will give it a try." After pondering for a while, the Brahmin chief nodded.

"Damn, move faster."

As soon as this person finished speaking, Bu Zhenren's expression changed.

Just because he saw that outside the barrier, the old-fashioned Taoist priest who controlled two flying swords was completely suppressed by Dongfang Mo, and he looked like he would fall at any moment.

Seeing this, the head of the Brahmin sect also knew the seriousness. This person's body shook, and she was covered in black smoke, covering Daoist Bu together, blocking many demon spirits for him.

Without any hesitation, Master Bu reached out his hand into his bosom and took out an extremely worn-out copper coin.

(End of this chapter)