Chapter 667 is delivered


    The expression of the ink painting shook, and immediately turned into a ray of water and retreated quickly.


    At the same time, the black-clothed leader''s eyes turned cold, he pulled out the spiritual sword, slashed out a sword light, and chopped the ink painting that was covered with water.


    Ink painting accelerated its escape method and took another step back.


    The sword light slowed down and cut the bricks and stones on the ground to pieces.


    The spiritual power in the hall vibrated, attracting the attention of Cheng Mo and others outside.


    They remembered the instructions of ink painting:


    "As long as there is any movement, take action immediately."


    Hao Xuan used the wind-based body technique, his steps were like the wind, and immediately came behind a man in black in the early stage of foundation building, raised his thousand-pound stick and knocked it down suddenly.


    The man in black was caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow in his head, blood flowing, and his head was soaring.


    Cheng Mo was still holding a branch in his mouth, silently rushing over like a tiger, and two big axes were raised high and slashed directly on the forehead of the man in black.


    The man in black died immediately.


    Another man in black nearby noticed the movement and wanted to support him, but was ambushed by Yang Qianjun, who had already been ambushed, and he speared out like a dragon and directly stabbed him on his shoulder.


    Situ Jian raised the Lihuo Sword and pierced his lower abdomen.


    Then the two joined forces to continue the attack.


    The man in black was still struggling, and after three rounds, he was killed by Yang Qianjun and Situ Jian.


    Now, outside the hall, there was only the last man in black.


    He was far away and felt the fluctuations of spiritual power. When he rushed over, the other two men in black had already died.


    The man in black changed his expression suddenly and he turned around and wanted to run away.


    Yi Li''s luck for a moment, and raised his palm and condensed into a divine minting technique, trapping him.


    Cheng Mo and the other four immediately rushed over, and the axes, swords, guns and rods were all out, and the last man in black was also dealt with.


    By the time the ink paintings exited the hall, all the outside of the hall had been cleared.


    This group of black-clothed human traffickers, except for the black-clothed leader in the middle stage of foundation building, were wiped out.


    At the same time, the black-clothed leader also chased him out.


    As soon as he left the door, he saw that his last brother in black died tragically under the siege of Cheng Mo and the other two.


    Turning back, I saw that there were many corpses lying in other places, but they were hidden very well and were not easily discovered.


    With a glance of spiritual consciousness, a huge abandoned weapon refining process had a very small aura and was filled with silence.


    The black-clothed leader looked shocked and incredible.


    So many subordinates and so many brothers, all of them died without realizing it? !


    A burst of anger surged into my heart, and the black-clothed leader looked at Cheng Mo and the others and said sternly:


    "A bunch of little bastards! Who instructed you to come?"


    He would never believe that these disciples of the sect in the early stage of foundation building could kill all the more than ten brothers under his command.


    At this moment, he remembered the invisible monk who had spied on him in the hall just now.


    Concealment?


    The black-clad leader frowned.


    He looked around and there was no trace of the hidden monk.


    It seemed that the man was exposed, and after using the water-based body technique, he escaped, he used the concealment technique to hide his body.


    The black-clothed leader''s eyes sank.


    Just now, he saw only a cloud of water light, but did not see the true figure of the hidden person.


    But if you can learn concealment techniques and use concealment techniques well, you must be a veteran and insidious monk.


    Before two hundred years old, he is at least one hundred years old.


    "A sinister monk with his head and tail exposed, five young beasts who have just entered the sect, killed more than ten of my brothers..."


    The black-clothed leader pulled out a standard spiritual sword, and his breath rose and his voice was cold.


    "I want you to be buried with you!"


    The black-clothed leader has a mid-stage cultivation level, a strong aura and a heavy pressure.


    Cheng Mo and the other two looked solemn, but after all, they were all prides of heaven and were unwilling to admit defeat.


    Cheng Mo spit out the branch that he had held ink painting in his mouth and shouted loudly, "A villain, die!" Then he waved his axe and chopped it up.


    The other four people were killed together.


    Yang Qianjun''s guns were fierce and attacked Cheng Mo head-on.


    Situ Jian set off the Lihuo Sword to assist the attack.


    Yi Li and Hao Xuan supported each other on the outside.


    The five people were besieged, and they cooperated with each other. They had close combat, long-distance attack, physical cultivation, and spiritual cultivation.


    Axe light, sword light and spear interlaced.


    Spells flying.


    The black-clothed leader was suppressed for a moment.


    His face was cold, but he was slightly shocked.


    "These guys are indeed a bit of a foundation and have a sense of ruthlessness..."


    "If you really want to kill them, it will take some trouble."


    "What''s more, there is an experienced and insidious invisible monk next to him, and he has never taken action..."


    The black-clothed leader pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes became cold. He used his sword to drive Cheng Mo''s huge axe, forced Yang Qianjun to retreat with one palm, and turned around and walked into the hall.


    In his eyes, there was a murderous intention.


    Situ Jian immediately understood and said in surprise:


    "He wants to kill the abducted monks to silence them!"


    Cheng Mo and his men also changed their expressions and took action one after another, trying to keep the black-clothed leader, but after all, they were one step slower.


    The black-clothed leader sneered and looked at everyone with contempt.


    He had high cultivation and his body skills were faster. He took the lead and stepped into the hall.


    But as soon as my feet landed on the ground, the light on the ground flashed, the array pattern triggered, and the scarlet flames outlined a profound and complex array diagram.


    The black-clothed leader suddenly opened his eyes wide and his eyes were horrified.


    "Formation...formula?!"


    The red light was dazzling, and spiritual power flowed above the formation.


    At the critical moment, the black-clothed leader quickly withdrew his steps, activated an amulet, and turned his back to the formation.


    Then there was a fire filled with roar.


    A strong fire-type spiritual power exploded instantly, and the spiritual power fluctuated and vibrated.


    The black-clothed leader was blown away several feet, his knees half kneeled on the ground, and a blood mark was drawn on the ground.


    His self-defense talisman was blown to pieces, and the fire-type spiritual power burned the meridians, leaving a large piece of scorched mark.


    Cheng Mo and others were shocked.


    The black-clothed leader spitted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes even more unbelievable.


    How could there be a formation?


    I only passed by the entrance of the hall not long ago...


    Who could silently set up such a powerful formation without hiding it in such a short time?


    And how did he know that I would definitely go back to silence me?


    yes…


    That hidden monk?


    The black-clothed leader''s heart increased sharply, and his face was already a little pale.


    Cheng Mo and the other two were a little stunned when they saw the formation explode, but then they all looked excited when they saw the black-clothed leader being injured by the formation.


    Cheng Mo didn''t say anything, holding two axes and chopped up at the black-clothed leader.


    Yang Qianjun and Situ Jian also followed closely behind.


    The black-clothed leader spat and cursed in his heart.


    "Fuck, I was careless, I was plotted..."


    He raised his long sword and fought hard with Cheng Mo''s giant axe. He turned to look at the hall and found that after the formation exploded, the door of the hall had been sealed by falling rocks. He could not enter for a short time, and was annoyed.


    "I can''t kill you..."


    “Since that’s the case…”


    The black-clothed leader sneered, "Then kill you all!"


    Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became dark and turbid.


    A dirty, black demonic aura appeared from nowhere, swimming all over his body, and then attached to the standard spiritual sword in his hand.


    The black-clothed leader became gloomy and terrifying, with a lot of demonic energy.


    "Amnesty?"


    Cheng Mo and others'' expressions changed.


    The Mo Hua, who had been hiding in the dark and had been plotting against me, also frowned, feeling very strange.


    It is just right, and the devil is a devil.


    There is essentially different from the spiritual power of the demon.


    Other men in black only take the evil pill, or the demonic energy corrodes the flesh and blood after death, which makes them feel a trace of the demonic spirit.


    But this black-clothed leader is completely different.


    When he just started, he had pure spiritual power on his body, without a trace of magical aura.


    But now that the spiritual power changes, you can suddenly become "into the devil"?


    “A little weird…”


    "And what is the blood-colored demon phantom on his body before?"


    The eyes of the ink painting slightly condensed.


    On the other hand, the black-clothed leader after being "demonized" has begun to fight with Cheng Mo and others.


    His spiritual power became dirty, but also became stronger.


    The gloomy demonic energy wrapped around the spiritual sword is like a very poison, with black corrosive power.


    The pressure on Cheng Mo and his other people increased sharply.


    Head-on confrontation becomes extremely difficult. Every time I fight against the standard spiritual sword entangled with demonic energy, whether it is Cheng Mo or Yang Qianjun, his blood will be shaken.


    Once scratched by the sword energy of the black-clothed leader, the demonic energy enters the body, the meridians will gradually erode and the blood and energy will be contaminated.


    Therefore, you must be extra careful when fighting.


    Fortunately, this black-clothed leader was injured by Mo Hua''s formation before, and his strength was damaged, otherwise the situation would be even more serious.


    Mo Hua observed next to her for a long time, shook her head silently and sighed.


    "It''s not easy to fight..."


    In the melee, the enemy and we are intertwined, and it is not easy to set up the formation.


    Otherwise, it is easy to accidentally hurt your companions, and even Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and the others were blown up together.


    Moreover, this black-clothed leader had already been trapped once and was injured by the formation, and he was obviously wary of it. It was not easy to use the formation to trick him.


    Ink painting silently considered:


    Five Elements Source Array...


    Cheng Mo and Yang Qianjun are physically cultivators, fighting with the black-clothed leader, and they are in a state of contact with each other, and it is impossible for them to stand still.


    Forget it, Hao Xuan would be fine, it would be great if he could run away.


    Yi Li and Situ Jian can try it, but Cheng Mo may not be able to restrain the black-clothed leader.


    Once Yi Li and Situ Jian were attacked by the black-clothed leader during the process of increasing the Five Elements and Condensation of Luck, even if these two people were not dead, they would be seriously injured.


    Use spells...


    Water prison technique is useful, but it is not very meaningful to restrain it for a while.


    Cheng Mo and his team have limited cultivation and cannot fight quickly.


    The small meteorite forbidden technique... needs to be approached again to use.


    In this case, it is too dangerous to get close.


    Ink painting doesn’t want to take this risk.


    And what''s even more difficult is that ink paintings are not afraid to waste...


    Although Cheng Mo and his friends are good at talent and inheritance, they are just new disciples after all, they have insufficient experience and their cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building.


    Once this black-clothed leader uses any trump card, he suddenly becomes angry, and he is afraid that Cheng Mo and the other two will be in danger of their lives.


    Even if it continues to consume, Cheng Mo and his other people will not be able to hold on for too long under the threat of evil spirits.


    If they continue to waste this, they will never make any mistakes.


    Once a mistake is made, you will be seriously injured at the least, and you will lose your life at the worst.


    Mo Hua sighed and said in his heart:


    "In fighting, you still need to have a ''front row'' so that you can get along with me..."


    When we were doing the task before, Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Shangguan rushed to the front and withstood the pressure.


    Senior Sister Murong and Qianqian have both cultivation and strong attack methods.


    In this even-match battle, as long as you move a little, give some control spells, you can change the situation and establish the victory.


    The same is true for the battle with the Fire Buddha.


    Uncle Gu, a great Jindan monk, stood in front, withstood the power of all the fire forbidden techniques of Fire Buddha.


    Just use the formation to use the "black hand".


    It can be said that the "output" is all played by senior brothers and sisters, and Uncle Gu.


    You either control yourself or hide others. In the end, you have to get a bargain and "take the head".


    But it won''t work now.


    Cheng Mo and the others couldn''t stand it at all.


    They are not old, have poor cultivation and have shallow experience. They cannot afford the risk of life-and-death battle.


    "It''s not a solution to continue fighting like this. Do you have to retreat first and then make a long-term plan?"


    "Or force the black-clothed leader away and rescue the abducted monk first?"


    Mo Hua frowned and thought.


    Suddenly he was stunned and looked up at the surroundings.


    "Someone?"


    Mo Hua let go of her spiritual consciousness and her eyes lit up.


    “The people of Daotingsi!”


    And there are a few breaths, very familiar, and it seems to be from the Gu family.


    "It''s my own group!"


    Ink painting was refreshed.


    It seems that Uncle Gu received the message he sent before and sent someone over.


    With Dao Tingsi''s helper, this black-clothed leader, even if he is "demonized", he should be unable to fly.


    After a few breaths, the black-clothed leader''s expression changed.


    He also felt that someone was coming.


    And these people are obviously not monks along the way with him, and their aura is pedantic and rigid, exuding the "smell" of the Daotingsi hawk.


    "There are reinforcements..."


    The black-clothed leader''s eyes sank and his expression was slightly angry.


    He did not expect that it was just an ordinary business of buying and selling "farm animals", which should have been smooth, but it suffered repeated accidents.


    First, he was accidentally knocked out and went to chase and silence the person who was slow to return.


    Now, my brothers have died in a blink of an eye.


    “Fuck, a bunch of trash!”


    The black-clothed leader scolded angrily.


    But anger is useless.


    Now that we are dealing with these little kids, Dao Tingsi''s lackey has also come, and it will be too late if we don''t leave.


    Once you are surrounded, even if you are unsealed and enter the demonic path, your strength will increase greatly, but if you really fight with so many monks, it will be a lot of danger and you will never escape the net.


    If you stop breaking, you will suffer from chaos.


    All brothers are dead, so I have to live.


    But before leaving...


    The black-clothed leader''s eyes opened slightly and suddenly turned scarlet.


    These kids in front of you who are in trouble first!


    "A few little kids who have just entered the sect think they will be my opponent when they join forces?"


    The black-clothed leader smiled grimly.


    The demonic energy suddenly surged in his body.


    At the same time, his forehead was cracked, his flesh and blood rolled up, revealing an evil eye.


    This eye is cold, turbid, but hideous and crazy, as if full of cold and stubborn evil desires.


    A **** demon phantom appeared on him.


    A blood-colored evil **** thought spread around in an instant.


    Cheng Mo, Yang Qianjun and others were shrouded in an instant by blood-colored evil thoughts, their spiritual consciousness was dull and their expressions were painful. They felt an impulse to surrender to the evil desires of the world and take refuge in the Lord of God, and they could not be afraid of their hands and feet.


    The black-clothed leader raised the sword weapon wrapped in demonic energy, and was about to behead Cheng Mo and others, but he was suddenly stunned and turned to look aside.


    The ink painting on the side was also covered with blood, revealing its hidden figure.


    But unlike Cheng Mo and others, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting does not seem to be affected.


    A pair of big, watery eyes looked at each other with the black-clothed leader.


    The black-clothed leader''s pupils shrank, and then he looked horrified.


    The monk who was hiding aside and insidiously plotting was such a young devil? !


    and…


    Under the supreme majesty of the Lord of God, why is this little devil... not reacting at all? !


    The black-clothed leader trembled in his heart.


    The third eye between his forehead suddenly became angry, twisted and turned, and bloodshot.


    The blood-colored evil thoughts around him were even stronger, covering Mo Hua.


    But the spiritual thoughts of ink paintings are allowed to be eroded by blood, but they remain unchanged and all evils are not invaded.


    The black-clothed leader was incredible.


    Mo Hua was stunned, then looked equally shocked.


    The moment the blood color aggravated, he seemed to feel an attraction from the "soul".


    Suddenly, he sat on the solemn altar again.


    The ancient aura is added to the body, and thousands of demons are hunched, and the creatures in heaven and earth worship.


    In the dark, it seemed as if someone was telling him:


    Your offering...


    Delivered!


    (This chapter ends)