"Bang bang bang!"
Fireballs continued to fall, covering the sky and the sun.
Illuminating the dark swamp world.
And when the dense fireball was about to hit the mud, a jet-black water column spurted out instantly.
"Zi la! Zhi la!"
Following the harsh sounds of water and fire clashing, a thick cloud of water mist condensed in the air.
Covering the sight of all the disciples.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Nangong Wan exclaimed: "No, this is not a black python!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure vaguely appearing in the mist.
"Disperse!"
A female disciple at the thirteenth level of Qi training at the front waved her right hand and blew away the fog.
A huge jet black snake appeared in front of everyone.
This snake-like monster was not that big, only four feet long, and had two thin and short tentacles growing on the giant snake's forehead.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find it at all.
"Ink Jiao"
Nangong Wan exclaimed, looking at Mo Jiao's figure below, her eyes filled with surprise.
What surprised me was that this black dragon had extraordinary strength, but what made me happy was that this demon had the character "蛳蛯" in it.
Everything about him is extremely valuable.
"Roar!!"
Mo Jiao roared low, swayed, and turned into a pitch black shadow, instantly biting the disciple who had just cast a spell to blow away the thick fog.
Just one bite and it was torn in half.
As the blood mist filled the air, Nangong Wan's eyes narrowed and she hummed: "Seeking death!"
Nangong Wan knew very well that this black dragon was extremely difficult to deal with.
It contains poison in its body and has dragon bloodline. It is a difficult monster to deal with.
"Collect, quickly, detain, imprison, lock"
Nangong Wan's red lips moved slightly, her left hand gathered spiritual power, and her left hand continued to control the Suzaku ring in the air.
I saw the huge red bird ring constantly changing with Nangong Wan's driving.
With a "whoosh" sound, the Vermillion Bird Ring disappeared instantly.
And when it appeared again, it had already reached the top of Mo Jiao's head.
Its speed was extremely fast, and before Mo Jiao could react, his body was tightly trapped by the Suzaku Ring.
"Get down here!"
Seeing the Vermilion Bird Ring tightly binding Mo Jiao's body, Nangong Wan pointed towards the ground with all her strength.
The Vermillion Bird Ring carried a powerful force and directly slammed the Mo Jiao to the ground.
The blazing flames continued to pour out from the Vermilion Bird Ring, burning the ink dragon.
"Hurry up and do it!"
Nangong Wan looked at the many disciples who were stunned on the spot, and shouted angrily: "I can't last long!"
The magic weapon is extremely powerful, but its consumption is also extremely huge.
With the spiritual power in Nangong Wan's body now, it can only support the magic weapon to exert 10% of its power at most.
It was simply not enough to kill this black dragon.
He can only rely on these few disciples who practice the art of yin and yang traction.
Use the yin and yang drawing technique, which is comparable to the strike of a monk in the early stage of foundation building, to kill this black dragon.
It's a pity that although all this is very beautiful to imagine, it is a pity that these peak Qi refining disciples are unreliable.
As the Yin-Yang Traction Technique was performed, several red and blue interlaced light beams were instantly blasted out.
A harsh sound broke through the air and fell on Mo Jiao.
"Stab it! Stab it!"
Following the bombardment of the yin-yang traction technique, scars the size of a palm appeared on Mo Jiao's body.
The thick black fog beside Mo Jiao instantly collided with the light beam.
offset by thick fog,
That move, which was completely comparable to a full-strength strike in the early stages of foundation building, actually only left shallow traces of blood.
This black dragon truly deserves to have dragon bloodline.
So strong.
Lin Mo's eyes narrowed. If he didn't use Tianleizi and Fu Bao, it would be extremely difficult to deal with this black dragon.
"Continue to attack, Mo Jiao's protective body Mo Yun will not be able to support it for long."
Nangong Wan pursed her lips slightly and stared closely at the ink dragon rolling on the ground, while the spiritual power in her body continued to pour into the Suzaku Ring.
The blazing flames continued to pour out from the Suzaku ring.
It burned on the surface of the ink dragon's body, making a harsh burning sound.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Mo took his time and controlled the Huanglong Sword in mid-air.
From time to time, he stabbed at the ink dragon.
He kept looking around, but found no sign of Han Li.
Otherwise, I would never feel at ease with this old man around.
"Woo!"
At the same time, a wailing sound sounded, and the thick fog outside Mo Jiao's body dispersed.
A bloody hole as thick as the mouth of a bowl appeared on Mo Jiao's body.
Bright red blood kept dripping from the wound.
Mo Jiao was in pain and looked particularly crazy. His blood-red eyes stared at the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect in the distance.
"Be careful, I can't trap Mo Jiao!"
Nangong Wanling was exhausted and quickly warned the disciples of the Hiding Moon Sect below.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Mo Jiao was shrouded in a layer of black mist. He broke free from the restraints of the Suzaku Ring and jumped out of it.
When the black mist dissipated, only a pitch-black scale remained.
And the ink dragon has long disappeared.
"this!"
Looking at the disappearing Mo Jiao, Nangong Wan's face turned white, and her consciousness continued to sweep around.
I want to find out the trace of this black dragon.
"Did it evolve?"
Nangong Wan had a very scary thought deep in her heart.
"over there!"
Nangong Wan reacted quickly and immediately found Mo Jiao lying in the mire, trying to make a sneak attack.
But at this time, Mo Jiao was all white and his body had grown to seven feet, and the original injured area was intact.
A pair of snow-white claws grew out of its abdomen.
It has transformed from a snake into a dragon.
"Quickly exit!"
Nangong Wan's eyes flickered, and she immediately shouted to the disciples below: "You are no match for her!"
As he spoke, Nangong Wan kept driving the Suzaku Huan in front of him and said, "I can entangle it, you retreat first!"
Seeing the power of Mo Jiao, the ancestor spoke like this again.
The disciples of Zhongyue Sect naturally no longer hesitated and turned around and left.
Looking at the running disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect, Lin Mo followed calmly at the back with a calm expression.
According to the plot, the sister of the two beauties who hide the moon will use the talisman to seal the entrance of the cave.
Everyone wanted to run away, how could the vengeful Mo Jiao let go of the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect?
"puff!"
Mo Jiao opened his mouth slightly, and a ball of purple venom suddenly spewed out from Mo Jiao's mouth and sprinkled it on the disciples of Hidden Moon Sect.
"Run!"
Nangong Wan's expression changed slightly, and she quickly reminded loudly: "Don't answer it!"
The moment he saw the venom, Lin Mo didn't hesitate at all and quickly ran away behind him.
What a joke, Mo Jiao's strength has evolved at this time, and his strength is comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment.
If he were touched by this venom, there would be no chance of survival.
With the blessing of the cloud-stepping boots, Lin Mo appeared dozens of meters away with a slight shake.
But other disciples were not so lucky.
The four disciples who walked slower directly used their defensive magic weapons.
Various defensive light curtains enveloped the whole body.
