After Mo Qiuzi finished speaking, the secret curse of sacrificing oneself had already been activated.

His body quickly disappeared, as if it was corroded by some kind of ink poison, and it ulcerated little by little until it turned into a pool of ink mist.

It drifts with the wind, like dark clouds, facing the ancestor of Hengting.

In order to avenge the master, he does not hesitate to the Dharma body.

Mo Qiuzi will be convinced when he says something.

He gave up his Taoist practice and condensed his flesh and blood into a magic mantra "Destroy Mo Silk". This is a spell that dies together, which is similar to the "blood-tooth drill" used by the demon cultivator Si Rong when he was in the Iceberg of Mohe in the past.

This technique is the legacy of Moyu Sect. It was passed down from the old monster. This old monster died of the sneak attack by the ancestor Hengting. He had no time to use it before his death. Therefore, the ancestor Hengting did not know this magic.

He saw the dark clouds coming, and at first he didn't care, but was still attacking Ding Xing with all his strength. He knew that Ding Xing could not hold on for too long. The speed of the three water dragons breaking the palace exceeded Ding Xing's hexagram speed. The nine-gauge grid became smaller and smaller. When the water dragon killed Ding Xing, he was sure that Ding Xing would die on the spot.

That's all in an instant.

He regarded Mo Qiuzi's offensive as a means to rescue Ding Xing, so he did not pay attention to it. He just split a layer of wind wall outside his body, trying to disperse the dark clouds that Mo Qiuzi sacrificed himself to manifest.

Unexpectedly, the dark clouds had a strange magical power. When they reached the edge of the wind wall, they suddenly collapsed and divided into thousands of ink lines, like thousands of small ink snakes, all of which were extremely spiritual. They pierced their heads into the wall and rushed towards the ancestor of Hengting from all directions.

He bullied the body of the ancestor Hengting in one fell swoop and wrapped around his body, like a silkworm cocoon.

The ink line was dense and tough. The ancestor of Hengting noticed a strong imprisonment force was generated outside the body, and the silk threads covering the whole body were gradually tightening, trying to cut his body.

"snort!"

The ancestor of Hengting shouted lightly and turned his arms back. He saw the three water dragons that were besieging Ding Xing instantly retracted two of them, escaped from the air, and wrapped around his arms.

The two water dragons evolved into water flow again, blended into his skin, spreading rapidly along his arms, and in a moment it covered the whole body.

At this time, the ancestor of Hengting was like a water man with water marks condensed with flesh and blood, and his torso was completely replaced by water.

This layer of water is obviously a barrier to protect the law body. The ink line is blocked outside the water. No matter how it shrinks and wraps, it will not hurt the ancestor of Hengting.

On the contrary, with the casting of the ancestor Hengting, the body of the water gradually expanded and it would not take too long to break the ink line.

Mo Qiuzikong was full of passion, but his cultivation was too low. His self-sacrifice did not hurt the hair of the ancestor Hengting. The only function was to temporarily trap the ancestor Hengting and prevent this old monster from continuing to show off his power.

But that's enough.

Mo Qiuzi successfully forced the ancestor of Hengting to shrink his defense line, and the pressure on Ding Xing and Wangyang's old demon suddenly decreased sharply. The two of them no longer had to be beaten passively, and they had already recovered their counterattack ability at this time.

The old demon Wangyang broke free from the thunder talisman first. When he rushed out of the deep pit and came to the paper island, Ding Xing had already driven the Mo soldiers to trap the only remaining water dragon on the island.

The two looked at each other and both had the will to fight against the powerful enemy to the end, because they were not willing to let Mo Qiuzi down on his own.

"Fellow Daoist is a hero among men. I am not as good as him!" The old demon Wangyang has been living in the Demon Realm for two hundred years. He has encountered fighting in previous battles. He has always been alone and has never done anything to sacrifice himself for others.

But today, he was not ready to make any reservations and decided to sacrifice his life to fight for a good opportunity to destroy the enemy for Ding Xing.

He had already seen that among the three, Ding Xing had the strongest magical powers, and only Ding Xing had the ability to kill the ancestor of Hengting, but Ding Xing alone was a lonely tree. He had to give Ding Xing a hand like Mo Qiuzi.

Only in this way can one have the chance of survival.

He turned his hand and squeezed out a flying knife, inserted it into his chest, held the handle, and slashed it downwards. A shocking scar appeared on his chest, and the demon blood flowed out, making him look crazy.

But he had a calm smile on his face and said to Ding Xing: "I'm here to destroy his true water Dharma body! I hope you can wait for an opportunity to kill him!"

If he can't do it, then die here. Anyway, he hasn't had a few years of easy life, so what's so scary?

After saying that, he became claws in his five fingers and frantically extracted the demon blood from his body. His body was in a state of shriveling in an instant due to excessive blood loss. He was a short old man, and he seemed even more withered at this time, and he was no different from a mummy.

His strength seemed to be exhausted and he flew and squatted on the lake.

The only right arm was still holding high, and the demon blood was entrenched in his palm, turning into a cloud of air mist.

He silently recited a few curses, suddenly raised his arm and pushed it at the Xukong, the ancestor of Hengting.

The blood mist on the palm condensed into a claw shape and flew out of the sky. When he walked outside the ancestor of Hengting, he divided into hundreds of demon claw shadows, which were densely suspended around the ancestor of Hengting, like a pang Guang claw ball.

The ancestor Hengting felt the impact of claw force and hurriedly recalled the last water dragon, circled around the claw ball, trying to break the devil's claw blockade.

Who knew that the magic skill of the old demon Wangyang was quite mysterious. The hundreds of claw shadows were basically fake bodies, and only one claw contained his demon blood power, and the rest were all hidden.

The water dragon could not lock in the real claws in a hurry, and the attack had no effect.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the old demon Wangyang pressed his palms across the air, and the hundreds of claws surged together and pounced on the body of the ancestor Hengting. After a moment of touching, the hundreds of claws suddenly merged and hit the back of the ancestor Hengting.

Bang!

As he went down this claw, the violent blood flames instantly jumped up, and the water flow that protected the ancestor Hengting quickly evaporated. When the blood flame spreads to the whole body, the ancestor Hengting began to change constantly, changing back and forth between the flesh and blood body and the water flow Dharma body.

Seeing that the water flow was about to evaporate completely by the blood flame, the ancestor of Hengting immediately summoned the water dragon outside his body, merged into his body, resisted the blood flame, and barely maintained the water body's defense.

The old demon Wangyang almost took the blood in his body and used this "blood flame claw", but it was only comparable to the water body of the ancestor Hengting.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly at Ding Xing: "I have tried my best to kill half of this old monster's Dharma body!"

"Half is enough! Fellow Mo's manifested ink silk is re-entrapped on his true body. The flaws are being revealed. He has lost his advantage!" Ding Xing stomped his feet violently, and Guangyuan Lotus Platform rose into the air.

Next, it was his turn to compete with the ancestor Hengting.

The situation on the battlefield is turning around, turning to the side that is favorable to him.

‘Ahhhh!’

‘Gugu!’

The little book demon and the little Mo demon collided with each other and merged into one. After this period of breathing adjustment, they could continue to use the art of combined attack.

When the ancestor of Hengting saw Mo Yue calling again, his face couldn't help but fall into solemnity.

For a moment Mo Yue covered his body, he met Ding Xing's wise eyes from afar. The more calm the opponent was, the more worried he was. As Mo Yue blocked his vision, he could no longer detect Ding Xing's actions, and even his heart seemed to fall into darkness. This feeling was quite bad.
Chapter completed!