I have an eternal eye

No one expected that the man in black robe would suddenly escape.

Even Zhang Biao was a little surprised.

Even though his demon-blood puppet looks terrifying, his aura is nothing more than a foundation building. People in the demonic path have never seen any strange things, so how can they run away?

It was strange in his heart, but Zhang Biao was not slow in his movements.

Clang!

Mo Wen Dao roared out accompanied by the roar of the dragon.

In mid-air, he felt a force blocking him.

I saw frost spreading on the ground, and dense footprints appeared, but it was after the opponent released "Jiu" Ghost Break.

Zhang Biao's four eyes flashed red.

The thing in front is scary because it is invisible and forms a small field. Ordinary monks' spells will be restrained and they will not be able to deal with it.

And Zhang Biao naturally has a way.

The Liuren technique of breaking a meridian can see "moment" light. Through the Nuo surface, he can see that thing clearly.

It was a hazy black light with several ghosts inside.

Ghosts can hide in the dark, travel through space, and make sneak attacks silently.

Under the blessing of "moment", the characteristics of the space became weird, and these ghosts became covered in blood. Between flickers, dense blood lights like fishnets appeared in the black mist space.

Everything that is enveloped will be cut.

And whenever the ghost stays, it will leave bloody footprints.

To put it bluntly, this is a clever ghost refining technique that uses the power of "moments" and ghosts to create broken spaces.

Its area is not large and its speed is also very slow.

Seeing that the Mo Wen Dao was about to hit him, Zhang Biao stretched out his hand to guide it. With a clanking sound, the Mo Wen Dao immediately turned into fragments and dispersed into two strands. It instantly bypassed the object and rushed into the passage.

The man in black in front felt murderous intent blazing behind him, screamed, and threw another object.

But it was a dark handkerchief dripping with black water.

The handkerchief swelled in the wind and spread instantly, blocking the entire passage. There were ripples of asphalt-like mucus on it.

Whoosh!

The fragments of Mo Wen Dao whizzed in wrapped in thunder and fire, turned around inexplicably, and shot out again.

Another magic weapon containing "moment"!

Zhang Biao had already seen it before, so it was not surprising.

Each of the five turbid and ten demonic realms has its own mysterious magic. Like the Demon Cultivator of the False Method, he is good at cultivating "moments" and dividing them to create many powerful one-time magic weapons.

Sure enough, the handkerchief only deflected one blow from Mo Wen Dao, but it was unbearable and exploded, scattering in the strong wind.

But the man in black took this opportunity and turned into a black smoke and rushed into the depths of the passage and disappeared...

Zhang Biao ignored it and waved his hand. The Mowen knife whizzed back, regrouped and sheathed the knife.

The strange bloody footprints were getting closer and closer.

This thing is not a one-time magic weapon like those of Falun Dafa, but a specially refined ghost and god, which has reached the Xuan level, so those Yanjia Sect monks have no power to resist.

But Zhang Biao naturally has a way to deal with this thing.

Fang Xiangzong was in the wrong lineage, so he specialized in restraining this thing, which is called "wrong breaking of food rules". There are four basic techniques: Liu Ren Technique, Light Breaking Technique, Nian'e Technique, and Wu Zi Technique.

The Liuren Technique is to check the "moment" light, which he has used before.

The Light Breaking Technique is to temporarily stagnate the "moment" and deprive it. The art of war is to hold sacrifices and use the power of heaven and earth to restore the distorted "moments" to normal and eliminate disasters.

As for the witchcraft, it is a bit like the false teaching method. You can use "moments" to arrange magic circles and refine weapons.

The growth of the Youqian City Divine Realm is inseparable from the "moment". Zhang Biao will naturally not miss this thing when it comes to his door.

He opened his palm and found a lot of powder inside.

This is a magic material made of Dongming powder mixed with a special kind of stone powder, which is specially used to perform light-breaking magic.

Phew~

As he blew out the magic formula, the "moment" ghost suddenly appeared in front of several people, and its whole body shimmered, making it difficult to move. The divided space grids naturally slowly disappeared.

Zhang Biao waved his hand, and several evil curses roared out, and the evil spirit hiding inside spread black lines all over his body and dissipated instantly.

The ghost disappeared, and this small group of "moment" also appeared.

Zhang Biao's spiritual eyes moved to check.

After seeing its roots clearly, his eyes immediately became gloomy.

This thing is cultivated and refined by false methods. The power of "moment" is to freeze the space, and it can show its power with the help of ghosts.

It is extremely terrifying to ordinary monks, but it is useless against masters or those with restraint spells. It is better to be absorbed by the core of Youqian City to strengthen the power of the divine realm.

However, it was mentioned above that its latest owner is an old acquaintance, the warlock Bai Yan!

It turned out to be this guy.

No wonder he ran away when he saw him, it must have been Fang Xiang's face and ghost cloak that exposed his true identity.

The other party is also practicing very fast and has already established a foundation. It seems that the spiritual root of the deceased celestial being of Yanjia Sect was stolen by him.

He still remembered that Tan Jinyun, a disciple of the Faxiang Sect, once said that something happened when the Yanjia Sect passed through the Wangchuan River. Only two people returned successfully and they disappeared mysteriously.

It seems that Bai Yan got into it and sneaked into the chessboard world.

This guy is cunning and insidious. If he learns about his arrival, he will definitely do something...

Zhang Biao was thoughtful, stretched out his hand, and used Mengsha to suck the "moment" into Youqian City, and then said in a deep voice: "We have been discovered. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave first."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Meng naturally didn't know the cause and effect, but when he saw Zhang Biao easily killing the strange thing and scaring the demon cultivator into fleeing, he felt extremely respectful in his heart.

He quickly helped up the unconscious Yuan Huaian, followed Zhang Biao into the passage, and quickly disappeared.

Not long after a few people left, a dozen figures appeared in the passage, and Bai Yan was among them.

Some were dressed in black robes and had similar auras to Bai Yan.

Some of them had livid and gloomy faces, their whole bodies were covered with twisted black mist, and their grievances had condensed into substance. They were obviously demonic cultivators from the Black Curse Mountain.

"Where are the people?"

A Black Curse Mountain monk said coldly.

Bai Yan's "Ju" ghost was killed, and he himself was traumatized. His face was pale and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Even so, he still had that fox-like smile on his face and said regretfully, "I think he escaped."

Another Falun Dafa cultivator said: "Junior Brother Bai, is that person really a 'Xuanhuang' person?"

Bai Yan nodded and said: "The arrangement of the Ancient Yuan Realm was interrupted because of this person's obstruction. Looking at the weapon, it should be him."

"should be?"

The Black Curse Mountain Demonic Cultivator sneered: "You people who teach falsely are indeed suspicious and seriously ill. You just called us all here just for guessing."

"Besides, what if they are people from 'Xuanhuang'? Their rules are that if you participate in this matter, your life or death will depend on it. If you see it, you will kill it. It is a waste of time."

The monk who asked the question also smiled and replied: "You people from Black Curse Mountain still have such a bad mouth."

"Junior Brother Bai did the right thing. What if 'Xuanhuang' decides to end?"

"Be careful what you say!"

"The same goes for everyone..."

Bai Yan remained silent as he watched the two sides argue.

He was a monk in the ancient Yuan Dynasty. Because of his success in doing things, he narrowly escaped death and passed through the Wangchuan River. He also secretly killed people to seize treasures and held rituals to make these fellow disciples come one by one.

I thought everything would be smooth sailing from now on, but unexpectedly there would be endless troubles.

These fellow disciples competed with each other for power and profit, and his achievements were divided in a blink of an eye, leaving only scraps.

The cooperating Black Curse Mountains are also careless, each of them has a bad mouth and behaves unscrupulously.

If he follows his plan, he will not launch until he has accumulated enough strength to occupy Jiuzang City in one fell swoop.

However, these Black Curse Mountain monks acted recklessly and directly caused a big mess, allowing the plan to be launched in advance, and now it is neither good nor bad.

But when he first arrived, he was soft-spoken and had the lowest moral standards, so he didn't dare to say much.

If he didn't speak, the other cultivators of the False Laws Sect would not be used to it, and they all sneered at the cultivators of Black Curse Mountain.

After all, this time the plan was exposed because of them.

"Shut up, everyone!"

The monk headed by Black Curse Mountain gave everyone a cold look, "If we miss the big deal from above, all of us will die. We are just small monks. We will kill them all because they only talk nonsense!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the cabin, waved his hand, and something flew up out of thin air and fell into his hands.

It is the broken fragments of jade clothing with golden threads.

He sneered and said: "This thing still retains the breath of that person. Wait for me to do this and curse him to death!"

After saying that, he reached out and took out a strange cauldron from the storage container. It was completely black, with four legs below, but above it was a metal-watered mountain. It was very similar to the Black Curse Mountain Divine Ship that Zhang Biao had seen.

He placed the broken jade pieces on top, then sprinkled the powder, lit the brazier, waved the staff in his hand, and began to cast spells.

This guy was very talkative, and his spells were really powerful. As he recited obscure spells, a dark wind suddenly filled the surrounding area, and at the same time, a sharp voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The sound was very strange, as if countless people were cursing at the same time, saying all kinds of incomprehensible filthy words. Even if the target was not a cultivator, it still made them feel bored and sick.

On the other hand, the monks from Black Curse Mountain were not affected. They looked at them with disdain and ridicule in their eyes.

Bai Yan was expressionless and a little speechless.

It is almost difficult for magic monks to unite.

For those who practice killing, all things except themselves are sacrifices.

The guy who steals the sky building has to be careful about his magic weapon being stolen even if he takes a look at it.

The False Dharma Cult loves to trick people, Black Curse Mountain has a bad mouth and everyone hates it, and the Brotherhood loves to plot behind the scenes...

It can be said that no one will show mercy when they meet each other.

But this time the two companies joined forces, it was really helpless. Firstly, because of the orders from above, and secondly, the two methods could indeed complement each other.

An infection and a distortion, if coordinated properly, can quickly seize a large amount of the world's origin, allowing both parties to grow stronger.

Bai Yan didn't know what the plans above were, but joining forces with Black Curse Mountain really made him feel unhappy.

As the Black Curse Mountain monk recited the incantation, streams of black mist rose from the cauldron, turning into strange black talismans and twisted human faces, all concentrated on the jade pieces.

Bai Yan could feel the power of a curse breaking through the air.

Not long after, the fragments of the golden jade clothing turned black, and then shattered with a click.

"alright."

The Black Curse Mountain monk sneered: "But the young monk who just established the foundation, I have already cursed him to death!"

died?

Bai Yan was in a daze, his eyes twitching slightly.

Does Tai Sui die so easily?

He fucking doesn’t believe it at all!