Murong Caiyun and others are all leaders of the sect. How could they not seize such an opportunity?

After Mo Hua used six or seven water prison techniques, the cultivator present died and seriously injured, only one vulture was still barely supporting him.

Now he began to be anxious and said angrily:

"What's the ability to hurt someone with a despicable arrow?"

Mo Huabeng didn't want to pay attention to him and planned to "silently" him, or "silently" so badly that he was about to die of death, and then came forward to say something to see if he could "annoy" him to death.

But as he looked, Mo Hua found that the vulture was not right.

He simply showed up directly, walked up to stand beside Senior Sister Murong.

The vulture was shocked when he saw the ink painting.

He didn't expect that the one who hid in the dark and used sinister spells to kill his brother was actually a little kid with a childish face on his face?

But the next moment, his eyes were slightly red and he stared at Mo Hua.

These disciples of the middle-stage sects in the foundation-building stage are difficult to deal with, so they can find opportunities to settle the score later.

But this little ghost with shallow cultivation and insidiousness must die here today!

It must be broken into pieces to vent the hatred in my heart!

The vulture was full of murderous intent.

Ouyang Feng noticed the murderous intent in the eyes of the vulture and his eyes sank.

Murong Caiyun also frowned and said worriedly: "Why are you out?"

Ink painting pointed at the vulture and said decisively:

"He has a problem!"

Everyone was stunned.

Murong Caiyun couldn't help but ask, "Where is the problem with him?"

"There is something wrong with his head!" Mo Hua said confidently.

"What's wrong with your head..."

The sound of ink painting is crisp and the heart is confident:

"He's a bald man!!"

The atmosphere instantly condensed.

All the monks present were stunned.

Murong Caiyun and others, for a moment, didn't know what to say...

The vulture was filled with anger, not only bloodshot eyes, but also his face turned red with anger.

But at the same time, he felt guilty when he was seen through, and turned around and wanted to run away.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng immediately took action and stopped him.

But Mo Hua shouted: "Shave his hair!"

The vulture was furious, "You little guy!"

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ouyang Feng's sword move.

Ouyang Feng was a little helpless, but subconsciously did what Mo Hua said, Huang Feng's long sword in his hand was sharp and cut off the hair of the vulture.

The vulture was furious and supported him in a mess, but his moves were a little strange.

Ignore some minor injuries on my body, and the fatal sword energy avoided it, but I firmly protected the top of my head.

It seems that he has to try his best to keep his hair.

Even if the body is injured or even if the skin is broken, no hair can fall off!

The two of them fought for a while, and Shangguan Xu also went up to help.

He was holding a giant sword. If he really wanted to cut it, he would be a large piece of it with one knife.

The vulture was anxious and wanted to leave while beating and retreating, but the ink painting was still there, and the water prison technique appeared when he pointed his finger, which kept him in place.

Finally, after dozens of rounds, Murong Caiyun couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the opportunity to condense a five-colored aura. With a little hand, the aura shot out, causing the vulture that was unable to dodge, staggering.

Shangguan Xu had quick eyes and quick hands, and his giant sword slashed at the vulture's neck.

Life was at stake, so the vulture had to lower his head to avoid the sword. His neck was avoided, but his hair was cut off and a large piece was cut off.

The remaining "wigs" also fell off on their own, revealing a bald head.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and nodded confidently.

As he expected, this middle-aged monk was indeed a bald man!

Moreover, it's not an ordinary bald man.

His bald head was like a "tattoo", and there were various patterns painted.

Mo Hua squinted her eyes and thought to herself that it was indeed the case.

The bald vulture tattooed on its bald head is actually a formation, and its formation pattern is extremely special, with eagle claws and carved eyes, shaped like beast patterns.

Mr. Xun said it.

Beast, close to monster.

This type of formation is passed down from generation to generation by the wilderness monks in the south of Jiuzhou...

Four-simile demon pattern formation!

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