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Among the purple beads, Ye Bai stood in the void, his fists clenched, his eyes were unusually cold looking at the movements of everyone outside the beads, and the golden light on his body flickered, just waiting for the best opportunity to reappear in the world, with a thunderous blow.

And outside of the purple beads, it is already inseparable at the moment!

Tian Weezi is also a monk who has comprehended the second law, and as soon as his mind moves, wisps of silky and extremely thin cyan vines grow in the space around him.

Whoa!

These vines, after touching everyone's body, immediately wrapped around everyone's hands and feet like green snakes, and at the same time quickly swelled up, becoming a stout green python, red apricots vomited rapidly, blood mouth wide open, and the mouth made strange sounds!

And he himself quickly shuttled between the crowds, chasing after Zizhu.

This old man's trick was only to delay the other monks' methods and slow them down, obviously not intending to completely tear their faces with their sect.

Compared to those monks who were so selfish that they were outright that he couldn't do anything after snatching the purple bead, he abandoned the Yuanlong Dao Sect and walked away.

It's a pity that although his calculations are good, the other monks will not let him succeed!

Qianding's body was the most incredible, only trembling his body slightly, it seemed to become an illusory existence like a breeze, and there was not half a cyan vine that could touch his body.

Sensing the figure of Tian Wai Zi, getting closer and closer to the purple bead, the essence in this old man's eyes flashed, and a cyan finger shot at Tian Wai Zi's head from the side.

This finger is extremely strange, as if it is just a cyan wind shadow, so ethereal that there is no trace of fireworks in the world. With a gentle whistling sound, like crying!

This secret technique is Qianding's original Fengshen Finger, and this person is also a wood monk, but in the use of wood method, he has embarked on a different path. Possessed by his divine consciousness into the spiritual roots of plants and trees, to feel the ubiquitous wind, and finally created the top-level body method of resisting the wind, and attacking the secret art of the wind god.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the vitality is stirring!

A magic weapon like flowing water, fluctuating scroll drawing, flew out of nowhere, helping Tian Weezi block this wind god finger and draw sparks splashing.

"Senior brother went after the bead. I'm here to stop Qianding!"

A purple-robed middle-aged man, who fell behind him, controlled the magic weapon scroll to Qianding, was the second elder of the Yuanlong Dao Sect, Tiansuanzi.

"Thank you, junior brother!"

Tian Waizi didn't look back, and his speed increased.

At this moment, Qianding has been enlarged to a picture scroll of more than ten zhang, wrapped up, and the green mountains on the picture scroll. It was as if it had become a flying mountain, exuding a tremendous amount of power. They came from all sides and stopped him.

"Brother, offended!"

Through the gap of the rotating scroll magic weapon, Tian Operator looked at Qianding with a smile on his face.

Qianding's eyes were murderous, and his eyes were so gloomy that he could drip water. stared at the Heavenly Operator coldly, and said in a cold voice: "The Heavenly Operator, even if he is also a monk in the late Yuan Infant Period, there is a world of difference in strength, you want to die." I will fulfill you!"

The first word came out, and a strange aura emanated from Qianding's body, and his dark and deep pupils turned into two clouds of turquoise wood world.

"It's ......"

The face of the heavenly operator finally changed.

......

Talking back to Tianweezi, he continued to chase forward, and there was a huge rumbling sound behind him, and the fight was obviously very fierce.

This old man ignored it, his junior disciple Tiansuanzi is a monk who has comprehended the first law, there are many magic weapons, and he will not lose so easily, coupled with the strong power of the Yuanlong Dao Sect, the other monks will have some scruples, and there should be no problem with their lives.

In front of him, Zizhu was still like a naughty naughty child, and the lightning flickered, not only for the monks in the middle and late Yuan Infants, but also in the direction of the outermost Yuan Infant early stage monks.

A cadre of early Yuan Infant monks, looking at the fierce and killing of the middle and late stage of Yuan Infant bosses, where did they dare to touch Zizhu, and hurriedly fled to a farther place.

And among the monks in the late stage of the Yuan Dynasty, there was only one evil pole, after seeing the purple bead at first glance, after taking half a step, he suddenly stopped, did not move, and after retracting the wind and fire furnace, this old man looked at the cultivators who were fighting in a mess, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the evil light flashed in his eyes.

"It would be a great credit to take advantage of this opportunity to make them kill each other, and as for that bead......"

A look of struggle flashed in the eyes of the evil pole, obviously thinking about Zizhu, but he was worried that if he really succeeded, the cannibalism of the cultivators would end here.

......

Tian Qizi quickly chased after Zizhu, five or six zhang away, his right hand grabbed in the air, and a strong force was born from his palm and sucked towards Zizhu.

Zizhu's speed suddenly slowed down a bit.

Tian Waizi was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to catch up, more than a dozen of all kinds of high-grade magic weapons had already come from behind him, and they came together, although everyone was temporarily trapped by his wood world, but the magic weapon could still be driven.

Tian Waizi's face changed, and he hurriedly rose into the air to dodge the magic weapon.

"Tian Wee, you're too anxious!"

Tie Zongheng's gloomy voice sounded first.

Fang Jue, Wusheng, and more than a dozen of the most powerful Yuanying late stage cultivators had already gotten rid of the shackles of his second-level law supernatural power and chased after him again.

After Tian Weezi was slightly depressed, his mind moved again, this time, the Boundless Wood World Realm had just been born, and a rising tide suddenly sounded in his ears.

In the void in front of him, a wall of turquoise water waves suddenly appeared!

Bang bang!

The wall of water waves, like a dragon going out to sea, flapped its tail fiercely, slapping the world of wood into a shattered vitality, and even Tianwezi himself was slapped out of the sky solidly!

"Brother Tianwee, don't forget that I am also a monk who has comprehended the second law!"

Wei Qianshan, the sect leader of the White Crane Sect, finally broke the shackles of the green python, and after repelling the Heavenly Cry, he chased after Zizhu.

Tian Waizi felt a pain in his chest, fell back and retreated more than ten steps, a trace of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and after an instant, a miserable wail sounded behind him!

"Senior brother!"

Tianwezi exclaimed. Looking back, I saw that the tall and fat body of Tian Operator, who was slightly fat, had been pierced with dozens of holes, and blood spurted out from the front and back, which was extremely miserable.

The most terrifying thing is his head, the whole face. It has been directly pierced into a big hole, leaving only a blurred circle of flesh and blood, where there is still a trace of living breath.

Hearing the screams of the heavenly operator, many monks stagnated slightly, turned their heads to look, and immediately exploded their scalps!

Ruthless enough!

And when they saw the finished magic weapon of Qianding's hand grasping the heavenly operator, the Immortal Mountain Cloud Atlas, exuding a strange aura on his body, they were even more shocked.

"Artistic conception?"

Although Tianwezi himself did not comprehend the artistic conception. But this bit of eyesight is still there, and after an instant, the old man raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Qianding, you dare to kill our people from the Yuanlong Dao Sect?"

"Tian Waizi, your words are redundant!"

Qianding snorted coldly and put away the Immortal Mountain Cloud Map. Swept towards the purple bead again.

As soon as Qianding moved, the other monks immediately came back to their senses. However, many monks in the middle of the Yuan Infant were obviously shocked by the death of the Heavenly Operator, and did not immediately make another move, and a look of hesitation flashed in their eyes. After a few breaths, another group of monks withdrew from the competition with reluctance on their faces.

......

The death of the heavenly operator seems to have opened the prelude to the killing of this drama of competing for purple beads. The screams were endless.

As soon as Tie Zongheng caught the purple bead, he was slapped by Fang Jue in the air, and the purple bead came out of his hand. Slipped out of the way again!

If he hadn't noticed it early and dodged it quickly, Fang Jue's blow just now would not have slapped him on the right shoulder, but on his head.

"Fang Jue, you dare to sneak attack me!"

After Tie Zongheng screamed miserably, he first retreated to the edge of the battle circle and roared at Fang Jue, his gaze was extremely fierce.

"As Brother Qian, Brother Zongheng, your words are also redundant, our alliance has ended, as for this bead, naturally whoever has the best means will belong to whom, do you think I will let you?"

Fang Jue spoke, slowly, not impatiently, looking like the city was extremely deep, clapping his palms continuously, stopping the figures of Song Qianqiu, Han Youcao and others beside him.

This person's strength is not trivial, and between his hands, it is a huge golden palm print, which is quite similar to the magic power of Buddhism, but there is a trace of sandalwood.

When Tie Zongheng heard Fang Jue's words, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he said in one direction: "Chaorong, you take a few of them and stop them for me!"

The direction he looked at was a middle-aged fat man with a big belly and shrewd eyes, and it was at the Yujing auction that year that year, Beiyuemen He Chaorong, who had formed a beam with Ye Bai, more than a thousand years later, this person also had the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant.

However, in the Beiyue Gate now, only he and Tie Zongheng are monks in the late Yuan Infant period, and the other three Beiyue Men monks who participated in this competition are all in the middle Yuan Infant period.

Hearing the sound of Tie Zongheng, the four of them didn't say a word, and swept out, but the four of them also knew the gap between themselves and Fang Jue, and they didn't get close, but only released a magic weapon from a distance to block Fang Jue.

The West Prison Gate is not a master to be messed with, and without Fang Jue's orders, the two black-clothed old men in the late Yuan Infant have already taken three monks in the late Yuan Infant period and pounced on them, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Beiyue Gate and Xiheil Gate have a deep grudge, and after a short alliance, the two sides finally turned their faces again, even if they can't get the purple bead, they will never let the other party get it.

If the other monks thought that without a few people from the Beiyue Gate and the West Prison Gate, they would be a little easier, then they were very wrong, and everyone's magic weapons and spells were almost all over the square with a radius of hundreds of zhang.

If you are not careful, it is a falling situation, and in a short period of time, seven or eight monks in the middle of the Yuan Infant and two monks in the late Yuan Infant period died.

This was perhaps the fiercest battle that broke out among the high-ranking monks of the Firmament Western Continent.

The sheer number and the highest level are beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

And although Ye Bai can control the purple bead, he can't stand the encirclement and interception of so many monks without escaping the battle area!

It had happened five or six times that he had been caught, but before he could break free, the monks who had captured him had often been killed by the sword.

Clusters of green primordial gods, emerging from the corpses, like rabbits, fled to the mountain gate, and the cultivators were already red-eyed, and they had no time to chase them.

And now, Zizhu was caught again, and this time the person who caught him was the three elders of the Tianluo Sect, Zhan Jinglun!

As soon as this old man succeeded, Luo Yunhe, the sect master of Tianluo, and Yao Jiu, the second elder, swept over from left to right, intending to protect him from the Taiyi Gate.

"Keep that magic weapon for me!"

Some crazy roars came from behind the three of them, and the sound came from Qianding.

Bang bang!

Qianding flicked his hands continuously, releasing a finger of the wind god, and where he passed, blood splashed.

Many monks hurriedly flashed to the side in shock, and they all had some scruples about the only artistic conception monk in Qianding, who seemed to be the only one in the field.

Qianding was stained with a large amount of blood, I don't know how many monks Lu Dao had killed, his face was hideous, his eyes were fierce, if he was in a normal state, it was an ethereal breeze, then now it was a bloody wind!

And in fact, the name of his artistic conception is called Bloody Rain and Bloody Wind, and it was he who slaughtered a mortal city before he successfully deduced it!

Ye Bai hasn't gone crazy yet, Qianding has already fallen into the devil!

Since the Jedi Palace was slaughtered by the ghost remnant sun, Qianding has been like a lost dog, with his two apprentices Yin Xilou, Feng Jiyue, hid in the sea of burial gods, depressed in his chest, it is conceivable that now the dream of getting the secret of advanced separation from the dust has been shattered, and all that is left in his heart is the crazy desire for Zizhu.

Seeing that everyone got out of the way, Qianding's breath suddenly became strange, like a blood-red fishy mist, flashing out, so fast that everyone could only catch a red shadow!

Bang bang!

The sound of rain hitting bananas sounded!

Zhan Jinglun's back was instantly pierced by the bloody wind hole, and blood spurted out.

Sou!

As soon as everyone saw a flower, Qianding's figure appeared again, and he already held the purple bead in his hand!

"This bead is mine! Which of you guys, think you can catch my artistic conception supernatural powers, so come and try it!"

Qianding held the purple bead in his hand, coldly glanced at Luo Yunhe and Yao Jiu, who were already stunned, and then stood out from the crowd, after this person succeeded, he did not leave immediately, but roared at everyone, as if to vent the depression in his heart!

All the cultivators were entangled, and they all froze their bodies.

For a moment, there was silence.

"Brother, you still did a superfluous thing, you are not the only monk who has comprehended the artistic conception here!"

A gloomy, slowly swallowing voice suddenly sounded. (To be continued......)