Ding Yang's eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of solemnity. He hasn't seen each other for several years. Yan Yu's strength has become stronger. If he really wants to fight, he may not be sure of winning. Unfortunately, the Eye of the Yellow Spring is an inseparable treasure. It seems that he will still be inevitable today.

As for Mo Yu's life and death... he just said he wouldn't take action against him. Could it be that he still had to save his life?

Bang—

With a loud noise, Ding Yang's expression was stunned, and then he became stunned. Mo Yu, who expected that he would be seriously injured even if he was not dead, was intact at this moment and was slowly retracting his fist, with a cold look on his face. Ding Yang quickly realized that he had misunderstood. Unexpectedly, this person with invisible breath was so difficult.

A strong person with physical cultivation... no wonder, when this type of monk did not take action, his qi and blood were in a quiet state, and it was extremely difficult to identify his cultivation.

With a change of thought, Ding Yang stepped back without a trace, clearly showing the meaning of watching the wall. If he is lucky, he might be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Yan Yu's heart was terrified, but he soon sneered, "No wonder he dared to be so arrogant. It turns out that his strength is not weak, but what I am most afraid of is your physical cultivation like a knot, look at my treasure!"

The light of inspiration flashed slightly in his hand, and a thin black needle appeared. A trace of light flowed on the surface, and a shrill roar could be heard in his ears.

"Soul-Devouring Needle!" Ding Yang exclaimed, his eyes contracted violently, and he showed deep fear.

Yan Yu smiled proudly, "Ding Yang, you want the fisherman to benefit, don't think so! When I take care of this person, I will fight again."

Turning to Mo Yu, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Boy, die!"

call out--

A black light flashed, and the soul-devouring needle stopped instantly, and the speed was even beyond the capture of sight. A flash disappeared.

The next moment, the Soul-Devouring Needle appeared in Mo Yu's soul space. A trace of silence emitted by his instinct made him feel throbbing and uneasy.

Without any pause, the Soul-Devouring Needle headed straight to the dark red vortex on Mo Yu's soul altar.

But at this moment, an ancient tree phantom suddenly appeared, and it floated in the air, and its roots spread, as if it was rooted in nothingness. At this moment, a piece of branches and leaves rolled up, giving the Soul-Devouring Needle no chance to resist, and directly blocked and suppressed it.

"Haha! No matter how strong your physical cultivation is, to me, it is a vulnerable domestic chicken and tile dog!" Yan Yu laughed wildly, and his figure moved, then came to Mo Yu's side, raised his hand and slapped his head.

When this palm falls, even if the body reaches the realm of the God King, the head will be shattered and completely destroyed!

Swish-

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly opened, black and white, but there was a biting chill. He raised his hand and grabbed Yan Yu's palm with a "pop", and shook it hard. The violent force suddenly poured into Yan Yu's body like a tsunami, spreading rampantly.

Click—

Click—

Crack-

Crack-

The sound of bones breaking and the sound of flesh and blood breaking suddenly rang wildly.

"Ah!" Yan Yu screamed shrillly, took the initiative to approach a powerful physical cultivation, and was even held in his body, which was destined to be his tragedy.

Soon, with the loud "boom", the screams came to an abrupt end.

Mo Yu slowly relaxed his hands, and in front of him was a deep human-shaped pit, which was embedded in the body, and blood gushed out, leaving no breath.

It is not cruel, but the world of monks. There has always been only one who lives to the death among the enemies. If it weren't Mo Yu strong enough, the person who died now would be him.

Ding Yang swallowed hard and applied it. His grown mouth and his lost eyes all meant that he was still in shock. It was not until Mo Yu's eyes fell on him that the man suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly retreated, and said anxiously: "This fellow Taoist, I have only had a quarrel with Yan Yu, so I will appear in a dilemma with him. I will never have the idea of ​​robbing the Eye of the Yellow Spring. Please do not misunderstand me."

Seeing Mo Yu silent and indifferent, Ding Yang felt panic in his heart, suppressed the idea of ​​turning around and running away, and gritted his teeth and said, "There is a map on his lower body, which was obtained by an elder in hell by chance. After years of cracking, it is very likely to point to a large eye of the yellow spring. As long as the fellow Taoist promises to let me go safely, the map is willing to present it with both hands!"

"Map?" Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly, "Submit the map first, and after I confirm the authenticity, then decide whether to let you go. Don't try to bargain, and don't want to threaten me with the map, otherwise I will kill you directly."

Ding Yang's face froze, his eyes were gloomy for a long time, and he finally sighed and showed a depressed look, "I hope fellow Taoists can trust me..." He took out a piece of animal skin, subconsciously twisted it for a while before throwing it out.

The divine thoughts swept over and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it. Mo Yu took the animal skin. The tentacles of this thing are very textured. They should not be ordinary things. They are slightly yellow in color, and they exuded a faint smell of being baptized by the years.

Based on these alone, Mo Yu had a vague premonition that Ding Yang should not have lie to him. He immediately spread the animal skin and saw that a map was drawn on it with exquisite brushwork. Perhaps it had been left for too long, and the ink color was a little dim, but it could still be clearly identified.

After a long time, Mo Yu looked up and said lightly: "The map is not like a fake, but how do I know that it really points to a large eye of the yellow spring in hell. Besides, even if everything is true, the scope of hell is so large. To find a standard place for the map is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack."

Ding Yang's face suddenly turned gray, and then he seemed to think of something again, and said anxiously: "By the way, I still have something in my hand, maybe I can help fellow Taoist."

He turned his hand, as if he had taken out something, and stepped forward to hand it to Mo Yu, but at this moment, a red light suddenly flew up and rushed straight to his eyes.

At the same time, Ding Yang turned around without hesitation and fled wildly.

Bang-

A small red insect was clamped by Mo Yu's fingers. Its body was ferocious and ugly. Even if it was held at this moment, it was still vicious and kept making sharp howls!

Feeling the powerful power coming from his fingers, Mo Yu frowned, and a phantom of a giant beast suddenly appeared deep in his eyes.

His entire aura also changed drastically, and he had a wild and domineering domineering manner!

The red insect's body stiffened and trembled. Mo Yu held it to his palm, and it just curled up together and did not dare to move at all.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Mo Yu threw them away casually. The red insect suddenly turned into a phantom, and in a blink of an eye, he caught up with Ding Yang and penetrated directly into his body.

"ah!"

Ding Yang fell to the ground and roared in pain. His face was completely distorted, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

Soon, he bleeded in all his orifices and died completely.

After a few breaths, with a "click", a blood hole appeared in the forehead of Ding Yang's corpse, and a red insect crawled out and whistled a few times to where Mo Yu was, as if he was seeking credit.

Mo Yu pondered for a moment, raised his hand and the object turned into red light and fell directly into his palm. His whole body was as clean as before, without any blood stains.

"Part of the origin of the Beast God is enough to completely subdue it. Having this thing in hand is a good little trick."

He took out a jade bottle, put the red insect in it, and then put it into the storage ring. Mo Yu looked down at the animal skin in his hand, and confirmed that he had remembered it firmly. He moved his fingers slightly and was about to crush it. But in the end, he hesitated for a moment, but gave up the idea and put it away together.

After completing this matter, Mo Yu did not delay any longer. He carefully removed the layer of inspiration under Yan Yu's arrangement, carefully dug up the Eye of the Yellow Spring, and after putting it in place, he turned around and left quickly.

Shortly after he left, several figures arrived one after another and found the bodies of Yan Yu and Ding Yang. They were surprised. After exploring, the broken gullies on the ground and the traces of excavation made them think of the Eye of the Yellow Spring. They couldn't help but beat their chests and stamp their feet, and were upset that the treasure was taken first by someone.

Of course, there were also several monks among them who had observed Yan Yu and Ding Yang's injuries and quickly left after looking at each other.
Chapter completed!