Qiao Dudu's decisiveness surprised Yi Qianmo. He stood there for a moment, but had no intention of leaving.

In this way, Qiao Dudu and the Dragon Clan monk fought in the formation, and the strength of both sides remained restrained. It was not that they didn't want to fight, but that they were afraid that the formation flag would be broken and more ghosts would come.

Faced with Qiao Dudu's fierce offensive, although this Dragon Cultivator was not weak, he was still at a disadvantage. This was because the battle just now consumed too much.

"Bai Xiruo, haven't you taken action yet?"

The monk of the Dragon Clan shouted, "Don't forget that you are also a deserter. If you let her go back safely or report to the military headquarters, even you will not have any good results!"

Bai Xiruo hesitated, but his eyes fell on Yi Qianmo who was not moving not far away, as if he was worried about something.

But in just a moment, Bai Xiruo's sword light flashed and attacked Qiao Dudu. Although Bai Xiruo's combat power was only 93,000 dragons, the Kunlun God Clan had a strong physique. After he joined, Qiao Dudu immediately couldn't stand it!

Both sides entered a stalemate and did not use all their strength. However, if this continues to be consumed, Qiao Dudu will definitely lose.

After nearly a half-time fight, the Dragon Clan monk remembered Yi Qianmo who was beside him and immediately said, "Troubleshoot him!"

The talisman master and weapon refiner then reacted and remembered Yi Qianmo. Although they were seriously injured, they were also cultivators with 90,000 dragon combat power. Didn’t you just pick up Yi Qianmo who had less than 80,000 dragons?

"You are not leaving yet!"

Qiao Dudu said angrily.

At this moment, Yi Qianmo realized, flashed, left the formation, and galloped towards the distant mountains and forests.

The formation master and weapon refiner immediately chased him out, but they found that although Yi Qianmo's cultivation was not very good, their speed was beyond their reach.

But at this moment they could only chase after him, because Yi Qianmo had a Taoist mirror in his hand. If he had to report to the military headquarters, they would not be able to return to Fengdu City.

Yi Qianmo stopped in the dark forest. After a while, the weapon refiner and the talisman master chased after him. When they saw Yi Qianmo motionless in the forest, they were all stunned.

After looking around, they found that there were no ghost evil, and they breathed a sigh of relief. The weapon refiner with mild injuries said: "It is correct not to run, we will give you a pleasure!"

"Don't blame us, we are just doing our orders. Who made you block our way?"

Another talisman master said, "Do it out quickly, it's not safe outside."

The weapon refiner also had a flash of sword light in his hand. This was not a weapon made by the Kyushu Tree. As the wind's immortal power was poured in, a dazzling sword light flashed on the sword.

His body flashed, and he slashed with a sword, and the terrifying combat power of 91,000 dragons slashed at Yi Qianmo's head.

If he was really a cultivator with 70,000 dragon combat power, he would probably have been slashed with one knife at this moment, but Yi Qianmo was not with 70,000 dragon combat power power.

Faced with the sword slashing, Yi Qianmo didn't even move, but just activated the soul tower, and his spiritual sense turned into a sword, stabbing at the weapon refiner.

The attack from the spiritual consciousness was invisible and invisible, which made the talisman master not far away think that Yi Qianmo was frightened and dared not take action. He was ready to turn around and leave!

But at this moment, the monk who slashed the sword suddenly felt a terrifying sense of oppression. His face was ferocious, as if he had encountered something terrible. His body trembled violently, and his sword power also weakened in an instant. Yi Qianmo just turned to the side and easily avoided the sword.

"Plop"

The weapon refiner fell to the ground, twitched a few times, then foamed at the mouth and disappeared.

The talisman master who saw this scene was almost glaring out his eyes and subconsciously said, "You... what's going on?"

In an instant, the weapon refiner on the ground had become a corpse. This scene was so weird that he felt like he had seen a ghost.

But seeing the other party's hideous look, the talisman master suddenly realized something and said, "You...you can attack divinely!"

"No, it's not a divine consciousness, it's a divine consciousness!"

Yi Qianmo walked towards him with a smile.

With his fifth-level soul tower, most powerful people in this world will be hit without being wary of it, and only a few cultivators can resist his spiritual attack.

"Divine consciousness, you...you are a god-level alchemist!"

The talisman master finally understood, "But, an ordinary god-level alchemist cannot have such a terrifying spiritual sense!"

"Then you can feel it too!"

Yi Qianmo activated the soul tower again, and his spiritual consciousness gathered into a sword, and blasted towards the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

The other party was a talisman master, but his divine thoughts were not transformed into divine consciousness. When the divine consciousness penetrated his body, he felt oppression!

The extremely oppressed, like a hundred thousand mountains, pressing on his body, his divine thought barrier was penetrated in an instant, and then the sword came to his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, he finally understood why the weapon refiner was so scared, because his spiritual sense was so powerful that he had never heard of it!

His entire sea of ​​consciousness exploded under the fall of the sword, and the sea of ​​consciousness was torn apart in an instant.

Even a talisman master like him is like this, not to mention a weapon refiner, without any precautions.

His face was distorted, and the pain of his sea of ​​consciousness being torn apart was far more than his body being torn apart, because every thought would feel the effect of destruction.

As he fell to the ground, Yi Qianmo walked over and took a look, and said, "I didn't expect that the magical transformation attack of the fifth level of divine soul tower would be so terrifying. If there were special magical skills, this could become my bottom-up method!"

Feeling a rumbling sound behind him, Yi Qianmo flashed and returned to the area where the formation was located. After a while, several ghosts came and immediately swallowed the two corpses on the ground.

In the formation, Qiao Dudu was gradually losing his support in the face of Bai Xiruo and the cultivators of the Jiaolong clan.

Qiao Dudu gritted his teeth, not caring about the formation, and the immortal power on his body gushed out and poured into the knife. He only heard a "buzzing" tremor in the knife.

The void rippled, and a terrifying force erupted, and the surrounding formations were instantly shaken by this force.

The dragon monk's face changed and he said coldly: "Hurry, suppress her, otherwise... we have no way to survive!"

Bai Xiruo frowned. As the formation was broken, the fighting aura would inevitably attract a large number of ghost evil spirits. They might win, but they might die here.

The Dragon Clan monk took the lead and he no longer held back and gave his all. However, Bai Xiruo, who was not far away, had no intention of attacking with all his strength, and his eyes looked not far away.

I saw a figure, and a few flashes, approaching them.

Qiao Dudu and the monks of the Jiaolong clan who fought with all their might were stunned.

"What are you doing when you come back?"

"Where are the two of them?"

In front is Qiao Dudu's voice, behind is the Dragon Clan monk.
Chapter completed!