The tear demon is a monster transformed from resentment. Its original demonic power can also strengthen its soul through resentment. Unfortunately, in front of Tu Shantong's enchanting pupil technique, it is still a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Its mind soon completely sunk and it fell into a coma.
Tu Shantong smiled slightly and waved her sleeves, and an extremely thin white silk net flew out from the nearby void.
This white silk net is his trump card. It can blend into the void, making it difficult to detect. The net contains the illusion power that he has cultivated for many years. As long as the enemy touches the silk net, he will fall into the illusion.
Tu Shantong flicked her sleeves to wrap up the tear demon and shot it towards Yuan Qiu on the other side, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Yuan Qiu's face changed drastically. He raised his hand and a small black bag appeared in his palm. Countless black flying scorpions swarmed out of it. In the blink of an eye, a black insect cloud hundreds of feet in size was formed, which rolled towards Tushan Tong with terrifying momentum.
Tu Shantong didn't care at all. He made a gesture and waved his hand, and the big white net covered him again.
As soon as the flying scorpion army came into contact with it, they immediately lost the ability to move, and countless insect corpses fell down like raindrops.
Yuan Qiu felt his scalp tingling. These flying scorpions were a kind of spiritual insects that he had secretly cultivated. Their bodies were extremely hard and they were not afraid of fire, poison and other attacks. However, they were so vulnerable in front of Tu Shantong.
Without waiting for Yuan Qiu to make any other moves, Tu Shantong's figure flashed out, grabbed down with one hand, and a white light covered Yuan Qiu, which was the chaotic light before.
Yuan Qiu's cultivation was far lower than that of the Tear Demon. He was covered by the white light, had no power to resist, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a coma.
Ao Hong, Zhao Feiji and others had already retreated to the side of the Dutian Shensha formation. Seeing this scene, their faces turned ugly, but they did not dare to go over to rescue.
Before, even with the help of the Dutian Shensha Array, they were still no match for Tushan Tong and Mi Su. Now, without the help of the array, they were even less of a match.
Tu Shantong glanced at Ao Hong and the others with a provocative look, then grabbed the two Tear Demons and turned around to fly back.
A thick blue light burst out from beside Ao Hong and others. It was the mirror demon gritting its teeth and making a hand gesture. The blue ancient mirror spun rapidly, emitting a dazzling blue light.
"Fellow Daoist Mirror Demon, don't fall into the enemy's trap!" Ao Hong hurried to stop him, but it was too late.
There was a sudden flash of blue light, and the mirror monster and the ancient mirror disappeared at the same time.
The blue light in the waters next to Tu Shan Tong fluctuated, and the mirror monster and the blue ancient mirror appeared out of thin air. The ancient mirror emitted a blue crystal light, covering Tu Shan Tong.
A hint of pride flashed across Tu Shantong's face. He dodged the attack and slapped the air with his right hand, shooting out a ball of chaotic light again.
Two misty white lights shot out from her eyes and flashed towards the mirror monster.
The mirror demon made a gesture and the blue ancient mirror fell in front of it. It suddenly grew several times larger, blocking the two misty white lights and the chaotic light.
Tu Shantong sneered slightly, and did not put away the Bewitching Sky Pupil Technique and Chaos Light. Instead, he increased the power of the two magical powers and blasted down fiercely.
The Mystical Sky Pupil Technique and Chaos Light can not only control people, but also affect magic weapons.
This blue ancient mirror looked extraordinary. Since the mirror demon gave it to her generously, she naturally accepted it without hesitation.
"Reflect!" The mirror monster opened its mouth and spurted out a ball of original power, which merged into the blue ancient mirror, and let out a low shout.