Looking at the sudden look of worry in the eyes of the Saint Monk Xuanshou, Yu Linghe was also curious and couldn't help asking: "Saint Monk, are you worried about?"

The monk Xuanshou hesitated for a moment and finally took his eyes back from Hong Mo's body.]

At this moment, Hongmo couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

The monk's eyes seemed to be like a mountain suppressing him so hard that he could not move. That feeling was indescribable unless it was experienced in person.

He secretly felt cruel in his heart, grandpa is no match for you now. But one day, after grandpa has comprehended all the abilities of his ancestors, he will avenge the humiliation today.

Since Hong Mo is a demon clan, he is definitely not a broad-minded person. For him, he will definitely be revenged. But now the situation is forcing people, and the strength is clear. If he dares to grin at the Xuanshou Holy Monk, he will be ruthlessly suppressed immediately. It is precisely because of this that he can only swallow his anger.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Although Hong Mo does not know this sentence, he has an extremely profound understanding of the principles of this sentence.

"Hey..." The monk Xuanshou sighed and said, "Young Master, have you heard of the Phantom Clan?"

Yu Linghe nodded slightly and said, "The ancient books record that the Phantom Clan is a race that specializes in spiritual power in the demon clan. Although its physical body is not strong enough, it is one of the most famous races among the demon clan."

When he said this, Yu Linghe couldn't help but glance at Hongmo.

Not strong enough?

But this body that is not powerful enough is one of the few among the human race's ranks.

In terms of innateness, the human race is indeed much inferior to all races in the world. However, in this world, the human race is still one of the most powerful races, especially those peak powerful people, even if they compete with the gods, they are not inferior.

The monk Xuanshou nodded slightly and said, "Young Master, can you tell that in the legend, in ancient times, the powerful people of the Phantom Clan even had the power to kill gods?"

Yu Linghe's eyelids leaped, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly thought of the situation when he first entered the demon cave. Isn’t the scene in the blood pool a matter of killing the gods? But how did the Saint Monk of the Xuanshou know about this kind of thing?

The monk Xuanshou smiled slightly, and he naturally saw Yu Linghe's shock, but he thought he was frightened by the news.

"Young Master, since your demon has obtained the ancient heritage, you must be careful when you get along with each other in the future."

Hong Mo glared at the Xuanshou Holy Monk, plucked up the courage, and said angrily: "Old monk, I will never betray my master!"

Previously, he also called Linghe the young sect leader, but at this moment, he changed his name very consciously.

The Xuanshou Holy Monk's eyes turned and fell on Hongmo. Hongmo's head shrank, and his courage disappeared immediately and he closed his mouth again. However, he was cautious and made a full look of vigilance.

Yu Linghe pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Holy Monk, Hong Mo will never betray me."

The monk Xuanshou was stunned because he could hear unparalleled confidence from Yu Linghe's voice at this moment. It was a kind of confidence that everything was in control, which made people unable to have any doubts.

In fact, as long as the soul of Hong Mo is suppressed under the target, there will definitely be no accident.

As Yu Linghe's strength continues to improve, the power in the target becomes stronger and stronger. Moreover, the power in this target is more than a thousand times that of Yu Linghe's spiritual power. If even the soul power it suppresses can be activated, unless Yu Linghe dies first.

The monk Xuanshou looked at Yu Linghe deeply and said, "Amitabha, since the young master has confidence, that's great." His hands drooped, his robe immediately covered his hands, and said slowly, "Young master, since you have that thought, why not practice it?"

Yu Linghe was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "What?"

The Xuanshou Holy Monk had a smile on his face, but the aura on his body suddenly swelled up. The sharp aura soared into the sky, instantly covering Yu Linghe and others.

However, although the momentum was surging, it disappeared intovisibility as soon as it approached Ling He's body.

Yu Linghe looked at it silently for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little amused and crying.

What he said just now was that if Yu Ziyuan and the three who fought with the Xuanshou Holy Monk, I wonder who would win the final victory. This was just his whim of imagination, but it aroused the curiosity of the Xuanshou Holy Monk. He actually took the initiative to take action and compete with Yu Ziyuan and the other two.

Yu Linghe sighed in his heart that this mysterious saint monk was also a strange flower in the Buddhist sect.

Don't he know that no matter how victory or defeat this battle is, it will do him any benefit?

If he wins in one battle, it is natural, and he will end up with a bad reputation as bullying the younger generation. But if he is a little careless... it will cause a huge blow to his reputation.

At least, Yu Linghe would never make the same choice as him.

After thinking a little, Yu Linghe's body moved slightly, and she floated away like a ghost, leaving the scope of the breath of the Xuanshou Holy Monk.

Although Yu Ziyuan was the person he cared about the most, and the White Dragon Horse was his combat partner. If he left at this moment, he was suspected of escaping at the last minute, he still left resolutely.

Moreover, neither Yu Ziyuan nor Bailongma had any complaints. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit and showed great excitement for the upcoming battle.

They can all understand Yu Linghe's thoughts. No matter whether this battle wins or loses, it will be of great benefit to them.

After all, this is a confrontation with the strong man Yiming. Many people have always dreamed of treatment that they cannot get. If they miss it, they will regret it for life.

However, Hong Mo's feelings were very different.

His face became extremely miserable, and his body trembled slightly. He was scared by the previous glance of the Holy Monk of the Xuanshou.

At this moment, he wondered whether the holy monk would kill him by the name of a competition? Feeling the gradually increasing Buddhist aura around him, Hong Mo felt a sense of the heart, and the natural ferocious aura of the demon clan suddenly burst out unscrupulously.

No matter what the old monk thinks, if you want my life, I will never let you have a good life!

Hongmo opened his mouth, and his teeth suddenly swelled. He roared and pounced on the monk Xuanshou.

Bailongma and Yu Ziyuan were both shocked. Hongmo's sudden explosion made their expectations.

How can you be so reckless when fighting a strong man like the Xuanshou Holy Monk? You have to fight steadily and take every step to persevere more...

However, for some reason, they were also faintly touched when they looked at Hong Mo in such a crazy state.

Yu Linghe frowned even more. Could this Hong Mo be so crazy?

Although this guy's body is much stronger than that of the normal human level, he has never heard of the rumors that the Phantom Clan is good at hand-to-hand combat.

The mysterious scepter monk spread his sleeves and a gentle force was immediately released.

He couldn't see why Hong Mo rushed up in a crazy way, but since the other party insisted on doing so, he was unwilling to do so.

As soon as the power was in contact with Hongmo's body, Hongmo screamed and flew backwards faster than when he came. At the same time, Hongmo opened his mouth and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. The splattered blood spilled everywhere on his body, looking indescribable miserable.

The saint monk of Xuanbiao was stunned. He was a contemporary saint monk and a strong man in the Buddhist sect.

However, with a casual wave of your sleeve, you can beat the powerful Phantom Clan who has obtained the ancient heritage to severely injured...

The monk Xuanshou looked at his sleeves. When did this soft robe become so powerful?

The white dragon horse neighed, and the sound contained a strong anger.

It had no fate with Hong Mo, but at this time it was in the same team. Since it was beaten by the Xuanshou Holy Monk, it would seek justice.

Without thinking, the white dragon and horse rushed up, and both the momentum and power were far from comparable to the half-baked appearance of Hong Mo.

"boom……"

The monk Xuanshou waved his sleeves and fought again, but he immediately realized that the power of the white dragon horse was far from comparable to that of Hongmo's silver spear and candle head. The violent impact even he showed signs of being unable to stand firm.

The white dragon horse flew back and opened its big mouth. A stream of cold current spread in the void. The cold air that Frost Yuju was naturally controlled was stimulated by it.

At the same time, behind it, a white snow lotus sword also moved.

The cold energy composed of Yu Ziyuan and the White Dragon Horse headed towards the Xuanshou Holy Monk like a storm.

Although the level of the two sides is not consistent, it cannot stop the passionate desire of these two people to challenge the above level.

Hongmo hit the ground, and a Gulu climbed up, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

He sprayed blood and let Bailongma take the lead in taking action. He was entangled by the lucky son of Bailongma. I want to see how this Buddhist strong man can easily escape?

If the White Dragon Horse is just an ordinary fusion of mysterious spirit beast, Hong Mo naturally would not have any confidence in it.

However, the White Dragon Horse is the son of luck, so Hong Mo believes that there will definitely be some good show to come.

However, at this moment, a sneer suddenly came into his ears. Hong Mo was stunned and screamed in his heart. He just wanted to get rid of the pressure from the Saint Monk of the Black Staff on him, but he forgot that there was a strong man here who was not inferior to the Saint Monk.

Hongmo's face changed drastically. He roared, raised his hands and pressed it on his temple.

An indescribable aura of terror was released from him and passed wildly toward the surroundings.

Hong Mo's eyes were as bright as a light bulb, and a strange beam of light suddenly formed and came out towards the battle group.

Spiritual power, condensation and forming!

This is the innate ability of the Phantom Clan. Although the red beam is only condensed by spiritual power, it has unparalleled magical uses, and even ** can cut it open.

For a moment, three powerful masters of Rongxuan worked together to launch the most fierce attack on the Xuanshou Holy Monk.
Chapter completed!