"Huh? Dead?" Luo Yang was very surprised when he looked through the pot.

In his imagination, Mo Xiaosha would not die easily like this. He would turn into blood mist without twitching for ten or eight days. This is unscientific.

Just as he was confused, a huge amount of pressure suppression appeared. The soul-suppressing lock became particularly terrifying, and the blood membrane shield creaked and tightened inward by the red mist. Even the enlarged gold lock became restrained and constantly transmitted vibration force to the outside, which seemed very urgent.

Seeing the changes around him, Luo Yang sneered: "Mo Xiaokow, you can't kill him. Just fight against the changes in the Soul-Suppressing Lock. I don't believe you have already died."

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The ghosts inside the Soul-Suppressing Lock cried and howled, shaking a red hurricane all over the sky and the earth. The golden lock flashed rapidly, like a huge clam shell, with the shock force constantly spreading outward, but it was a little overwhelmed.

Luo Yang sat cross-legged, and the ten layers of blood membrane shield inside and outside were shrinking, from five meters to four meters, depending on the situation.

It is an extreme value to stick ten layers of shields together, and if there is another layer, it will interfere with each other. The Xuantian war pattern has not evolved completely, otherwise the internal and external blood membranes can produce very strong linkage, not dead objects, but living.

Even if the blood membrane shield stays at the static level and does not finally operate, it cannot be suppressed by casual forces. What's more, the ten layers are closely attached to each other, which is ten times the resistance to protect Luo Yang from harm.

At this moment, Mo Xiaosha hid in a blood pattern, covered his chest and said in a mess: "Stupid brat, wait! I was forced to this point by you and had to shoot myself into blood mist. You can taste the taste of the Soul-Suppressing Lock outside!"

Two minutes passed, Mo Xiaosha felt something was wrong, and the war pattern giant was still attacking, but he temporarily lost the target of attack, and there was no sign of stopping or breaking.

The war pattern giant is not broken, which proves that the master is still alive. How is this possible?

"What did he do outside? Why didn't the Soul-Suppressing Lock squeeze him into a meat pie?" Mo Xiaosha pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with anger, thinking: "The holy level is not a god level, why is it harder than many old fried dough sticks? This time I was seriously injured and my level fell to the first level forever. I will not let go of the little thief Luo Yang."

The little thief who the goddess was thinking about was safe and sound. The Golden Lock and the Soul-Suppressing Lock faced each other in a tit-for-tat way, and began a new round of competition, breaking the red hurricane, and both sides constrained their power at the same time.

Luo Yang pinched Jin Yu in his hand and quickly searched in Mo Xiaosha's collection. After a while, he took out two small white shields and drew golden magic talismans on the surface of the shield with a magic pen.

These golden talismans are like butterflies, as if flying from the end of their vision, and are penetrated by some bright lines, looking very much like Xuantian battle patterns.

When the last work was completed, the two white shields shone brightly, making Luo Yang very happy.

He moved his wrist and said happily: "It's really done. This magic pen is a waste of resources when putting it in Mo Xiaokun. It's amazing to use it to write runes. It can simulate the charm of the magic talisman, and then connect the magic talismans with the Xuantian battle pattern. This is the strongest copycat version of the talisman shield. I remember that I saw it in the picture album of the Taiwu clan, and I will definitely be able to use it later."

The gods of Emisia would never have imagined that a foreign boy who had learned runes got a magic pen today and gave their most famous talisman shield to the village.

"Tsk tsk, although I don't know how to start and turn the knots between these divine talismans, it's the same with the Xuantian battle pattern to penetrate it! Haha, who said that the talisman shield is very famous? It is the masterpiece of the talisman god. What is the name? Eternal guardian. Hahaha, this name is so cool. I don't know where the real thing is, let the copycat protect me first!"

Luo Yang continued to search in Mo Xiaosha's collection and quickly took out a bone shield. It was not a magic weapon, but the material was amazingly hard.

Continue to depict the magic talisman, the copycat is becoming more and more convenient. The main thing is that the magic pen is awesome! Everything you want is fulfilled, you can imitate the charm of the Fushan God by 70 or 80 minutes. Add Luo Yang’s own understanding and the franchise of Xuantian War Pattern, which is a small innovation among the copycat products.

The Golden Lock and the Soul-Suppressing Lock completed their momentum and exploded at the same time.

"roar!"

"boom!"

A roar came from the golden lock, which sounded wild and hard to tame.

Luo Yang frowned, knowing that he had thought too much before. If Mo Xiaosha could really seal the God Lord, how could he fall to this point today?

Outside the blood membrane shield, the sky was shaken, and red mist filled the whole world, and the two sides had an ultimate battle. When the blood membrane shield calmed down, Luo Yang raised the tip of the pen and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows. When the tip of the pen was lingering in golden light, he immediately took the pen and drew dragons and snakes, drawing divine talismans on the selected objects.

For this magic pen, the top divine light is ink. If it weren’t for the five little girls who swallowed the heroic moves, it would be very expensive to draw, and it would definitely be heartbreaking.

The blood membrane further narrowed, from four meters in diameter to two meters, and then it no longer shrank. Luo Yang gave a dead order, and if he couldn't hold on, he would break. Don't squeeze the space inward.

The next moment, the collision outside the shield reached the extreme value, and ten layers of blood membranes were broken at the same time.

The power of counterfeit goods that are protected in front, back and left and right is like holding up a mountain of gold, which is incredibly brilliant. However, counterfeit goods are counterfeit goods, and a loud bang sound is heard from time to time, representing that a counterfeit goods are scrapped.

Luo Yang was horrified. He didn't expect the impact outside to be so cruel. He quickly accelerated and drew a divine talisman on a temple filled with a black box in front of him, pouring a lot of divine light into it.

Seeing that the Soul-Suppressing Lock and the Golden Lock were in a different situation, there was a change in the God Refining Pot.

Mo Xiaosha couldn't wait any longer. Her patience had never been good. She raised her palm again and slapped it on her head, turning herself into blood mist. The blood patterns used to hide rumbled, supporting a blood path that penetrated the pot.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The battle pattern giant attacks spontaneously, with both fists like hammers.

In a moment, the blood path collapsed, and the murderous intent that had accumulated for tens of millions of years was released, causing the operation of the Shenlian Pot to stop immediately, as if it was frightened and still moved.

Mo Xiaosha is cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

She resolutely gave up her blood path, and at the same time she descended to the third level for vitality, wearing a thin layer of underwear to break out. However, the God Refining Pot was not that simple, and the God of Order sounded "rattled" and instantly locked her whereabouts and wanted to pull the person back.

"Puff..." She slapped her jade palm again, and she slapped her body that had just recovered into blood mist again.

Before the Refining God Pot was activated to suppress it with all its strength, Mo Xiaosha descended from the third level and flew outward. Every time she took a step, a bloody footprint would appear under her feet, and she would walk forward in her own blood.

As long as she lowered another level, Mo Xiaosha would permanently fall from the divine level. Fortunately, she seized the opportunity and successfully broke free from the constraints of the divine pot.

But it may not be a good thing to come out!!!

As soon as she stepped out of the jade pot, she appeared more than ten meters away, and felt two huge powers sweeping across. Before she could react, she shook into blood mist with a "pop", and felt something in her heart was broken.

She is no longer a god, and she has fallen from the god level to the holy level.
Chapter completed!