Before he could say anything, a golden bone claw struck through the air.

Following the golden bone claws, the shadow of the Ink Dragon appears in the hollow with the demon cultivators from the Ink Palace.

Mo Shisan was still a little confused about the situation. He was driving the phantom and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

Within the formation were a group of Wanfa Sect disciples dressed in black and white robes, but their condition did not seem to be good. The monk in black and white attire, half of which was dyed white, was standing at the door of the hall looking at them.

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"What's going on?"

Mo Shisan was a little confused.

"Young Master, he is from Wanfa Sect."

I am reminding you immediately.

At the same time, there was a suspicious look in his eyes.

Who are those monks with white bodies and strange shapes?

Judging from their appearance, they don't look like collaborators of Wanfa Sect.

The disciples of Wanfa Sect were already in a state of confusion and panic. The magic power they relied on for survival was suppressed to the point where their Dantian could not be used. This was fatal to the monks. They had never experienced such a thing at all.

The younger ones may be less than twenty years old, and the older ones may be forty or fifty years old at most. They all use magic all the year round and have even developed instincts.

He was suddenly suppressed to the point of being unable to function, and it was difficult to adapt to his current body for a while.

Moreover, the more you want to mobilize your magic power, the more your own power will be restricted, which further aggravates the monk's panic.

Senior brother Li Shengli was punched away and he vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, they were already panicking, huddled together like quails, completely losing their former high-spirited appearance.

"Fellow Taoist from Mo Palace, save..."

Chu Xuezhou climbed up and up, with joy in his eyes and shouted loudly.

Bang.

Another punch came across and hit him on the head, knocking Chu Xuezhou to the ground.

A complicated look flashed in Zhang Ran's eyes.

After all, these are all former fellow disciples, and some of them have pretty good friendships.

Ask him to kill them all directly, but he still can't do it completely.

"Senior brother, please don't cause trouble to me at this time." Zhang Ran stepped on Chu Xuezhou and said in a low voice.

Chu Xuezhou struggled to get up, but his head was stepped on by animal skin boots, causing blood to cover his face.

He growled: "We trust you so much in vain, you actually betrayed the sect..."

"I told you, don't cause trouble to me." Zhang Ran was furious, kicked Chu Xuezhou over and kicked him out.

What Zheng Ding once told him flashed through Mo Shisan's mind.

It is said that the disciples of Wanfa Sect have fallen into the scheme, so they must first inform Master Jindan of Dongyuan City.

Without any hesitation, he directly took out the talisman bag on his waist and lit the transmission talisman to notify the demon cultivator in Dongyuan City: "Quickly, inform Master Jindan in Dongyuan City that dozens of their disciples are going to die at the bottom of Rakshasa Abyss."

The transmission talisman turned into flying ashes and burned up. Mo Shisan looked at Master Corpse Yin in front of the formation.

No matter what, he had to deal with this crippled golden elixir first.

Once this crippled golden elixir is restored to 10% or 20% of its strength, the situation for both of them will be reversed.

"Golden Dragon Claw."

Mo Shisan activated the Golden Dragon Claw, and the Eleven Demon who maintained the shadow of the Mo Dragon immediately increased the output of mana.

When Master Shiyin was resisting the magic weapon, he didn't even think about confronting him head-on. Instead, he unloaded the power of the magic weapon onto the formation behind him.

"Boom."

The forbidden magic circle trembled again.

After being hit by the magic weapon, there was an even more violent turmoil.

"Magic weapon?" Zhang Ran frowned suddenly. It should consume a lot of mana to activate the magic weapon in the foundation-building realm. Judging from the appearance of those demon cultivators, they should have used formations to gather the mana into Mo Jiao's body. Only then can he activate it with ease.

magic weapon.

Not only that, Zhang Ran also felt threatened by the two top foundation-building demon cultivators.

It was still a mistake. He did not expect that the dignified Jindan Daoist would be suppressed by the formation formed by the foundation-building demon cultivator.

Even if he was seriously injured, he shouldn't be so disabled.

It really disappointed him.

However, the forbidden magic circle will not be broken easily, and it can last for at least half an hour. This time is enough.

Master Shiyin turned his head gloomily. He did not expect that Zhang Ran had already arranged the formation in advance.

In the end, he was left outside to deal with the demon cultivators in Mo Palace.

If the fight continues, he will risk his life. This is the outcome he least wants to see.

"Hey, people of the Rakshasa Clan, if you don't help me, I will fight for my life not to ruin your big event."

Seeing Master Shiyin's fierceness, Zhang Ran said loudly: "Hold on for two-quarters of an hour. We will help you after two-quarters of an hour."

After hearing Zhang Ran's words, Master Shiyin's face looked much better.

But two quarters of an hour was a long time for him.

The most important thing is that he was injured by the ghost cultivator at the peak of foundation building, which caused a great loss of strength. Otherwise, he would be able to cope with the current situation by himself.

"Fuck..." Corpse Yin gritted his teeth.

Si Zheng in Mo Long's shadow said: "Young Master, we cannot give him a chance to breathe."

"kill!"

Mo Shisan activated the magic weapon without hesitation.

Master Shiyin also understands that at this time, it is better to ask for help from others than to ask for help from yourself.

He originally wanted to lure the Rakshasa Void clan into a target, but unexpectedly they hid in the magic circle in advance and told him to hold on for two-quarters of an hour.

There was no way to keep running away. His injuries had already recurred without being suppressed by the blood pool.

"You shouldn't leave the blood pool, the Rakshasa Void Clan is unreliable."

Master Shain has never been so angry and annoyed. He feels that leaving the blood pool is the worst decision he has made so far.

Relying on the blood pool, you can still survive at home, but without the blood pool, you can only passively defend, or actively fight for your life.

"Young Master?"

The tall white figure half-knelt in front of Zhang Ran and lowered his head to ask for instructions.

Zhang Ran turned around and walked into the hall, reappearing in front of the stone statue.

He stretched out his hand to pluck the lotus flower from the center of the stone statue's palm.

"Where is Zhang Ran?"

The sound like a loud bell and thunder rang in Zhang Ran's ears. His palms paused slightly and he looked outside the magic circle.

No need to look carefully, just listen to the voice and you will know who is coming.

He also did not hide his figure or voice.

Li Shengli shouted in surprise: "Ding Xie, we are here!"

Don't say there is any awkwardness at this time, even the biggest enemy is the savior.

What's more, Li Shengli didn't want Ding Xie's life, he was simply unhappy with Ding Xie's choice.

Even if the Sect Master's quota is not transferred to him, it would be better to keep it for himself than to take the elixir.

"Senior Brother Ding!"

"Brother, help me."

"Senior brother..."

The fellow disciples of Wanfa Sect seemed to have seen the backbone and waved quickly.

"Senior brother, crush the token quickly and notify the master."

Ding Xie, who had put on black and white robes, landed in front of the empty palaces.

In the sky, the shadow of the ink dragon is fighting with the skeleton golden elixir, and in the formation in front of it are fellow disciples huddled together.

"Where is Zhang Ran?!"

Ding Xie shouted again, he needed to confirm Zhang Ran's safety first.

Zhang Ran stood at the door of the main hall, the two of them were only ten feet apart.
Chapter completed!