"Nangong Daoyou said with a smile, where will the old man be the opponent of the seventh-level demon beast, the old man will definitely be able to assist" Before the bamboo dye monk finished speaking, there was a sudden mournful wolf howl in the distance, and then there was a burst of demon beasts running, as if dozens of demon beasts were being chased and killed, rushing here.

They both turned at the same time and looked north.

Nangong raised his eyebrows and said, "It's Bai Daoyou who is back!"

More than 20 fourth-level demon beasts saber-toothed wolves rushed towards here, as if they were followed by something extremely fearful, hundreds of zhang away in the air, a thirty-year-old man in a white robe, volleying against the wind, the man was dressed as a Confucian student, his face was white, his appearance was gentle, and he cranked a folding fan, a leisurely and wandering appearance.

The saber-toothed wolf led by him saw Nangong Wound who suddenly stood up from the boulder, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he roared lowly, and Xiangyou rushed sideways.

A trace of evil energy flashed in Nangong Wound's eyes, he snorted, waved his hands in front of his chest at will, and ten crimson flames flew out from the tips of his ten fingers, and after falling in the air, they turned into ten red-fire three-foot arrows, stabbing at the wolves.

Several miserable howls came one after another, and the ten evil wolves led by them fell to the ground, whimpering for their lives, and the smell of burnt paste wafted in the wind, and if you look closely, the hard heads of the ten evil wolves were all pierced by sharp arrows, but there was not a drop of blood flowing out of the thumb-sized scars, only a teacup-sized scorched trace, which looked quite weird.

The other dozen or so wolves immediately scattered and fled. Nangong injured his hands and waved them again, and ten red arrows flew out with a roar.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty wolves had all fallen to the ground, and none of them survived. It's as if he came to die.

The slap of "slap, slap, slap" came, and the white-robed Confucian who followed behind the wolves was full of smiles. Put the gold-painted folding fan on your waist and applaud. While saying loudly: "Brother Nangong's 'Divine Cremation Arrow' technique makes it superb, and the younger brother admires it so much!"

The bamboo-dyed monk on one side also showed a hint of admiration and envy in his eyes. A group of fourth-level demon beasts, any of the three of them can kill them, but it is so easy, I am afraid that only Nangong Injury can do it.

Looking at the wolf corpse on the ground, Nangong was secretly proud in his heart, but said lightly: "It's just a group of fourth-level demon beasts? Brother Bai Xian is in a good mood, could it be that the snow cloud fox cub has been easily captured, it's really gratifying!"

Between words. The Confucian surnamed Bai had already landed on the big rock where the two of them were, facing the two, he shook his head and said with a smile: "That's not true, that young fox is very cunning and abnormal, and it accidentally ran away, but the little brother accidentally found two other good things." ”

With that, he blinked. Slowly stretched out his two clenched fists, shook them slightly, and said, "Guess what good things you got down there?"

Faint golden filaments of light slowly floated in the fist. A surging spiritual power rushed out quickly, as if the white-clothed Confucian was holding two high-grade spirit stones and other spiritual objects in his hands.

Nangong showed a hint of curiosity and doubt, and secretly wondered: "Is there something wrong with this guy's head?" What good things don't put away by yourself, but still show off?"

The bamboo-dyed monk saw that the golden light in the fist of the white-clothed Confucian was getting stronger and stronger. His eyes suddenly became terrified, as if he remembered something that frightened him. The thin right arm tucked in the sleeve of the robe stretched out like lightning, and a fist was thrown at the monk surnamed Bai. The fist suddenly became golden and as big as a basin.

The figure retreated sharply backwards, and the original wrinkled face suddenly became vivid.

The corners of the white-clothed Confucian student's mouth were crooked, and there was suddenly a hint of mockery in his smile, and his left and right fists suddenly burst out two clouds of dazzling golden light, and the Nangong Wound and Bamboo Dye Monk couldn't open their eyes, and they smashed forward at will.

The space around the three of them flew out with the shadow of the fist, and it was condensed, and the retreating figure of the bamboo dyeing monk suddenly slowed down by three points.

After the two muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang", followed by the sound of "Titica" bones shattering, the golden right fist hit Nangong Wound in the chest like lightning, and the left fist collided with the fist struck by the bamboo dye monk.

Nangong's injured burly body flew backwards dozens of zhang away, slammed into the hard rock on the ground, the dust was flying, and directly knocked the ground out of a large pit several zhang deep, struggled a few times, and tried to stand up, but he fell soft again, spurting a mouthful of blood in his mouth, his eyes were about to split, and he screamed: "Mighty King Kong fist, who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again. With his right hand, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, took out a jade bottle, found the cork, quickly threw the two pills in the bottle into his mouth, took a deep breath, forced his mana, a flame flashed, and the figure disappeared in the deep pit.

"If you want to run, it's not that easy, right?"

The white-robed Confucian student's face was distorted and changed for a while, revealing a young man's face with red lips and white eyebrows, who was not the Heavenly Evil Venerable, grinning, his right hand fluttered lightly and punched into the void, and the golden fist shadow was a hundred zhang away, turning into the size of a water tank, and there was a faint tiger roar in the fist shadow.

The screams were accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, followed by the sound of trees breaking and rocks rolling. Looking around, Nangong was injured and fell in a piece of rubble, his clothes were broken, revealing a black fine-scale soft armor inside, the back of the soft armor was also broken, and there was a fist mark clearly printed on his chest, which was almost through the armor.

The first two punches of the Heavenly Evil Venerable, sixty percent of the mana in the whole body were used on Nangong Injury, and the other forty percent were used on Bamboo Dye Monk.

Obviously, the real monk surnamed Bai had already been killed by the Heavenly Evil Venerable while chasing the Snow Cloud Fox Cub.

glanced at Nangong Injury, who fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he shook his hand and threw out a black spirit beast bag.

With a cold breath, a black light flew out of the bag, flickering and swelling, turning into a black beast with a body shape like a rhinoceros, two feet long, with fist-sized black scales on its back, four pale golden hooves, and a golden horn more than two feet long on its head.

The giant rhino turned his fist-sized silver-white eyes and looked around, and then looked at the Nangong wound on the ground, and snorted his head to the sky, and wisps of thick white mist suddenly erupted from his two nostrils.

"Show me, if he dares to move, I'll kill him!" the Heavenly Evil Venerable commanded coldly, and then turned around and chased after the Bamboo Dye Monk.

Under the collision of the two fists, the bones in one of the right arms of the bamboo dye monk were completely shattered, and hung softly beside him, fortunately, he discovered the danger one step earlier, and with the power of the Heavenly Evil Venerable's blow, he took advantage of the level to escape hundreds of zhang away, turning into a red light and shadow, and flying away. In just a few moments, he had escaped a distance of three or four thousand zhang.

After years of refining the "Vajra Technique", the body of the bamboo-dyed monk is much tougher than Nangong Injury, and the Heavenly Evil Venerable's focus is also on dealing with Nangong Injury.

The figure of the Heavenly Evil Venerable was like an ape, jumping forward, and after a few times, it was already less than a thousand feet away from the bamboo dyeing monk.

Feeling the wind whistling behind him, the frightened color in the eyes of the bamboo dyeing monk was even stronger, and he didn't dare to look back, a string of yellow prayer beads hanging from his neck flew up on his own, spreading out in the air, and hundreds of yellow prayer beads turned into fist-sized ones, crashing into the Heavenly Evil Venerable who was chasing over, and exploded at the same time.

There was a shocking bang, the yellow light flickered, and the space within a thousand zhang trembled violently, and a few miles away, a large stone on a mountain peak was affected by its self-explosion, and rolled down the mountain one after another.

The Heavenly Evil Venerable did not retreat but advanced, as if he was equipped with a machine spring in his body, his body was in the shape of a bow, and he rushed forward like a crossbow sword, which was able to avoid the center of the self-explosion, and at the same time, a layer of dazzling golden light rushed out of his body, forming a golden egg-shaped light shield around his body in the blink of an eye.

The self-detonation of the rosary was huge, but it did not break the light mask, and the Heavenly Evil Venerable, who rushed out of the detonation area, punched out the back of the bamboo dyeing monk, and sneered: "If you want to escape, it's not that easy, try to eat the deity again." ”

The golden fist shadow came in the blink of an eye, and when it hit the back of the bamboo dyeing monk, it was already the size of a skull, accompanied by a muffled sound and the sound of broken bones, the bamboo dyeing monk fell to the ground like a kite with a broken line, and it could fall to the ground, and a yellow light suddenly rushed out of the body, and the yellow light was exhausted, and the figure of the bamboo dyeing monk had been lost on the ground, but there was a big pit in plain white.

"The earth-escaping technique that is not in the flow dares to show its eyes in front of the deity?".

The voice fell, and the left and right fists took turns to smash the ground hundreds of zhang away.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom" four punches were struck out one after another, and the dirt and gravel on the ground rushed forward like waves, wave after wave, and the mountains shook within dozens of miles.

A yellow light rushed out from the ground and fell under a cliff in front of Fang, and the Heavenly Evil Venerable opened his mouth, and a three-inch-long golden six-edged shuttle flew out, roaring towards the yellow light.

After the scream, the sound of rolling stones was heard. Standing on the edge of the cliff, the Heavenly Evil Venerable flew down, looked left and right, and then punched a stone crevice.

With a "boom", a fist figure the size of a water tank appeared in the half-foot-wide slender stone crack, dozens of zhang deep. Above the fist shadow, a small primordial infant less than two inches flew up, and his figure was instantly out of the air thousands of feet away. Behind Yuan Ying, the golden light whistled by, and the three-inch-long little shuttle flew towards and hit Yuan Ying hard.

The golden light spreads, and there is no bamboo dye in the world!

The Heavenly Evil Venerable glanced coldly at the corpse of the bamboo dyed monk, with a move with his left hand, two storage bags flew towards him, and with a flick of the middle finger of his right hand, a golden flame of light fell on the body of the bamboo dyed monk, and with a "boom", it burned.

Looking at Nangong Wound from a distance, whose face was as motionless as ashes, a smile appeared on the corner of the Heavenly Evil Venerable's mouth, and said, "Very good, you didn't take advantage of the chaos to escape, you are wise." ”

This chapter is over, to be continued, I wish you a happy reading! (To be continued......)