For the old demon Wangyang, Baimei Shui Mansion is a big cage and he has no way to escape.

Therefore, when he saw the Jindan monk Hengting ancestor suddenly appear, his first thought was not to escape. The water palace space was only more than a hundred miles away, and he had nowhere to hide. No matter where he escaped, he would be caught. Sooner or later, he would be killed.

Instead of doing this, it is better to stay and fight with the ancestor of Hengting. Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope.

The old demon Wangyang does not need to fight alone. Ding Xing, who had a confrontation on Yuedao earlier, and Mo Qiuzi, who had fought for several months, had turned his enemies into friends at this time and became ally relationships with the loss of lips and teeth.

This relationship happened incredible, but it really happened. Under the might of the ancestor of Hengting, even though the three of them were still enemies of life and death at the last moment, they now had to let go of their prejudices and work together to fight against the ancestor of Hengting.

But Ding Xing stayed and refused to leave, not because he was desperate. He had the Yuezhi Gate in his hand and was able to travel inside and outside the water palace at any time. He did not need to fight back like the old demon Wangyang.

He chose to stay because of the seven orifices in Mo Qiuzi's hands. He had to take the risk and try to take the seven orifices in front of the ancestor of Hengting, so that he still had room for maneuver.

In addition, Hu Yanluo seemed to have appeared, so he could not escape without any move.

Behind the ancestor of Hengting, a blood-colored crescent moon about till high floated. A figure of a woman who seemed to be solid was sealed in the middle of the moon. The woman was wearing a piece of paper armor and even a paper helmet on her head. The outline looked like a general in the secular world. Her face was covered by the light of the blood moon, making it difficult to see her true appearance.

However, the paper armor is a tight outfit, which outlines her delicate and tall figure. She should undoubtedly be Hu Yanluo. Ding Xing thinks so. Hu Yanluo once ingested the moon map into his body, causing the suppression of the old monster. Now, can the old monster be dead, so Hu Yanluo will naturally fall into the hands of the ancestor Hengting.

I just don’t know why Hu Yanluo was sealed in the blood moon.

"The teacher died tragically, but you are pretending to be stupid. Is it a waste of being a disciple?" Ding Xing accumulated a sound and entered Mo Qiuzi's ears. This voice transmission carries Ding Xing's magic power, which can shake the soul and help Mo Qiuzi restore his fighting will.

"The hatred of killing the master is irreconcilable!" Mo Qiuzi's eyes gradually gathered anger, and he stretched his arm out loud, summoning the little Mo Yao to his arm first.

He longs for revenge, but he will not recklessly charge against the ancestor of Hengting, facing the danger of the Jindan monk directly. If he is careless, he may be killed instantly on the spot. He is not afraid of death, but cannot let himself die worthless.

Seeing that he was ready for battle, Ding Xing said, "Even if we have the power of the three of us, it will be difficult to defeat this person. If we are defeated, I have a way to trap this person to death in the water palace, but you need to hand over the seven hearts to me!"

When Mo Qiuzi heard this, he immediately understood that Ding Xing had a second passage to enter and exit the Baimei Shui Mansion. Even the ancestor Hengting knew nothing about this passage.

He quickly thought that the ancestor Hengting had already snatched the moon orifice map. In order to escape from the water palace, he would definitely recover the seven orifice hearts at all costs. If he kept the orifice hearts on himself, he would definitely become the first target of the ancestor Hengting.

His supernatural powers are the weakest among the three, and he can't keep his mind at all. Instead of being stolen by the ancestor of Hengting, it is better to leave them to Ding Xing for safekeeping. Anyway, he has no hope of revenge on his own. Since Ding Xing has a way to trap the ancestor of Hengting, he should follow the other party's request, which is also a way to revenge his master.

but……

Mo Qiuzi asked Ding Xing distrustfully: "What if I give you my secret, but you don't fight with the old monster Hengting and turn around and escape from the water palace?"

Ding Xing responded with sarcasm: "If I do this, you will be your own fault. Your teacher conspired to murder the elders of our sect and suppress our fellow disciples for his own selfishness. He should pay the price! In short, if you hand over your sect, you will be repaid with your master's grudge. If you don't, not only will your master and disciple die tragically, but you will also have to watch your enemy live happily!"

After hearing these words, Mo Qiuzi had already figured out the origin of Ding Xingxing. This was a disciple of Qiongtai. He came to Xingtenghe on this trip, which must be to track Kang Changqing and Hu Yanluo.

He turned his head to look at the blood moon, and without saying a word, he sacrificed his body heart and threw it all to Ding Xing.

This scene did not escape the gaze of the ancestor Hengting.

"Give it the secret!"

With a palm slapped out, carrying the shocking sound of Shi Potian, he cut into the air and sent a grapple and palm strike at Ding Xing. The layers of ink-colored Qi Palaces appeared around Ding Xing in an instant.

A bang!

Under the palm of the Hengting Ancestor, the nine-grid grids opened by Ding Xing were shattered, but it also successfully resisted the palm power of the Hengting Ancestor.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ding Xing and the other two rushed out of the deep pit and flew straight to the sky.

Fighting in the pit is not good for them. The deep pit is only a few miles in diameter and is too close to the ancestor of Hengting, which is not convenient for them to hide. However, the ancestor of Hengting can catch a chance at will, but it can cause severe damage to them.

Only after they went to high altitudes and expanded the battlefield, did they have the conditions to fight slowly.

Ding Xing stood on the lotus platform of Guangyuan, with a treasure ruler on his head, a moon paper door hanging on his back, holding a magic axe in his hand, and twelve clay soldiers firmly guarding his side. After using so many magical powers, Ding Xing still felt that it was not safe, so he summoned the little book demon again, so that the demon could accumulate demon power and prepare to release the crescent moon.

The formation of the old demon Wangyang is not inferior to Ding Xing. The body's demonic energy lingers, gradually expands when it soars into the air, and turns into a red-eyed monster about 100 feet high. This is obviously the external magical power he has practiced, but no matter how powerful the demon body is, it cannot withstand the slight attack of the Jindan monk.

He threw his sleeves and threw six blood cocoons under his feet, like balls of blood plasma squirming. As he kept chanting mantras, the blood cocoon gradually became human, turning into six blood corpses with similar physiques to his body, protecting them beside him to ensure safety.

At the same time, Mo Qiuzi was also using his magical powers without reservation, but the little Mo Yao on his shoulder saw him joining forces with Ding Xing to fight the enemy, and began to scream, as if asking him for instructions.

After hearing this, his face looked a little surprised, and he immediately sent a message to Ding Xing: "Fellow Taoist, our demon slave has the same origin demon blood. My ink beast wants to fight with the moon beast. What do you think?"

Ding Xing was not far away from him: "How to join hands? Can they still have special magic?"

"That's right!" Mo Qiuzi raised his hand and threw out the little Mo Yao and placed it between the two.

Ding Xing thought about it and released the little book demon.

After the two demons met, Yaya Gugu and exchanged, and the little moan suddenly dissipated and turned into a stream of ink mist and pierced into the eyebrows of the little moan. The crescent moon, which was originally white, turned into a black ink state.

The little book demon got the fusion of the little Mo demon, raised his arm and pounded his forehead, and suddenly aimed at the ancestor of Hengting who flew out of the deep pit, shook his head and shot out the black ink crescent moon.
Chapter completed!