Zao Wou-Ki's eyes flashed with appreciation.

"Well, it's not a shame for the monk, after reporting your name, you can die!"

The old man replied proudly: "Old man Zhong Biwu, I want to see you today, why are you not ashamed!"

The big war is about to break out.

The three mid-Yuan Infant cultivators that Zhong Biwu was taking were already staring at Zhao Wuyou and Zhao Wuxian with cold faces.

Three to two, they have an absolute numerical advantage.

As for the battle between Elder Zhong Biwu and Zhao Wuji on the other side, these three naturally did not intend to participate, and they had no way to participate.

Zhao Wou-Ki saw the change in the expressions of the group of people opposite, and sneered: "Don't look at it, you all have to die in my hands!"

As soon as the words fell, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared on Zao Wouji's body, billowing out, enveloping the figures of the three siblings, and then rolling towards the four monks opposite......

"Hmph, it turned out to be the remnants of the Demon Dao!"

Zhong Biwu roared angrily, and then raised his hand and a scorching torrent rolled out, heading towards the dense fog......

Rumble!

The scorching torrent collided with the billowing fog in an earth-shattering roar.

The billowing fog lifted......

And the power of the scorching torrent is exhausted.

At this moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zao Wouji's mouth, and then he bent his fingers with one hand.

Most of the dense fog scattered suddenly turned into a pitch-black spear.

"Kill"

Zao Wou-Ki shouted.

The spear roared and shot straight at Zhong Biwu......

Everywhere you go, the space is covered with cracked black lines.

The other small amount of black mist that escaped turned into three small black swords and strangled towards the other three mid-Yuan Infant cultivators.

What Zao Wou-Ki wanted to do was to entangle these four Yanhuang monks on his side and prevent them from attacking his second brother and third sister.

Because, these are three mid-Yuan Infant cultivators, Zao Wou-Ki doesn't want his relatives to take risks!

Zhong Biwu didn't expect the other party's change to be so weird!

In a hurry, Zhong Biwu opened his mouth and spat out......

Shout!

A flying sword shot out of his mouth, heading towards the spear!

This flying sword also blooms with a terrifying sharpness that cuts through everything.

Because, it is Zhong Biwu's natal flying sword that has been cultivated for thousands of years.

If it weren't for facing an opponent of the same level of monk with strange means and unfathomable strength, Zhong Biwu would not easily use this precious flying sword!

But at this moment, I can't care about it.

Laugh at!

The flying sword stabbed the spear.

However, the spear, which did not have the slightest power to resist, suddenly differentiated into two identical spears, and staggered the flying sword to intercept it, and continued to shoot towards Zhong Biwu, without reducing the speed at all!

"What a weird trick!"

Zhong Biwu was taken aback in his heart.

At this time, it was too late for the Natal Flying Sword to defend itself.

Zhong Mubai patted the storage bag on his waist.

Woohoo!

Three defensive magic weapons were sacrificed at the same time, two of which faced the spear, and the other jade pendant bloomed with a large white light, enveloping Zhong Biwu in it.

This is already all the defenses that Zhong Biwu can do.

As soon as he fought, Zhong Biwu felt the difficulty of the demon monk in front of him.

His methods were very different from the battles of the monks of this realm, and they were all unexpected.

Moreover, Zhong Biwu also felt a great pressure from the other party's breath.

Obviously, he is also a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, but there is still a huge gap between his strength and the other party.

Zhong Biwu finally understood why Zao Wou-Ki confidently said that he was going to kill himself at the beginning......

These thoughts are just coming to mind.

Zhong Biwu heard two screams in the distance!

Look sideways.

Among the three mid-primordial companions, two of them were directly destroyed by the small black sword, piercing their chests and destroying their bodies, leaving only two mini babies flying out of their bodies in a panic......

And the only surviving Yuanying Monk, because he did not choose to resist with supernatural powers and defensive magic weapons, but chose to dodge, but his arm was cut off by the black flying sword all the time.

"Hmph, when you are dying, you still want to escape!"

Zao Wou-Ki's hands catapulted out two black lines, heading straight for the two primordial spirit babies.

"Cast a teleportation and run away!"

Zhong Biwu reminded anxiously and loudly.

However, the surroundings of the two primordial babies were shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, and the unique teleportation ability of the primordial god babies could not be exerted under these mist.

Snort!

The black line pierced through the two primordial infants, leaving only two screams, and they were wiped out!

"In Zhao's fog, I still want to teleport, it's a dream!"

Zao Wou-Ki spoke coldly.

The two black spears had already pierced through the two defensive magic weapons that Zhong Biwu had sacrificed.

The castration of the black spear has become much slower, after all, it is a defensive magic weapon sacrificed by the monk of the late Yuan Infant period, and it contains abundant mana.

Laugh at!

Click!

Two black spears pierced the light curtain that bloomed from the jade pendant.

The light curtains shattered like glass.

And the black spear only had the last trace of black mang, and stabbed towards Zhong Biwu.

Zhong Biwu hurriedly propped up the mana shield.

However, the power of the black spear, even if only the last trace remained, was much, much stronger than imagined.

Snort!

The protective light shield shattered, and the black spear pierced into Zhong Biwu's body, reaching a depth of five inches, before it finally shattered and turned into a black mist again.

Although Zhong Biwu stood in the air, his body was already trembling slightly.

The black spear had more than just the terrifying attack penetrating power, when he was stabbed in the body, Zhong Biwu felt a strange poison that was enough to destroy bones and melt souls, and began to spread around his body......

No matter how frantically the mana worked and suppressed, this poison was not affected in any way, and it continued to spread.

All Zhong Biwu could do was protect the heart and slow down the erosion.

But it didn't work in the slightest.

The flesh and blood at the wound had turned into foul-smelling pus and began to flow, and everywhere it passed, it melted the other musculoskeletals like hot magma, turning them into more pus.

Zhong Biwu knew that his body couldn't be saved!

According to this situation, it can last for a few minutes at most, and it will be completely dissolved by the poison.

But I can't do anything about this poison!

"How about it, Zhao's taste of the Netherworld Poison is okay, right?"

"Don't say that you are just a late-stage cultivator, even if you are a cultivator who transforms into a god and refines the void, once you are contaminated by my absolute poison, there is still only one way left to give up your physical body!"

"I said I was going to kill you!"

"I also said that I would kill you all!"

"Now look at ......"

Zao Wou-Ki pointed not far away.

Zhong Biwu followed the prestige, only to see that the mid-stage monk of Yanhuang Yuanying, who had just had one of his arms cut off, was now completely destroyed, and only one Yuanying remained, scurrying around in the thin black mist, but he couldn't get out of trouble!

Moreover, every time the Yuan Infant is contaminated with a dense fog, a small part of the Yuan Shen will be eroded.

The wails continued.

In the end, the primordial spirit of this mid-infant monk was poisoned alive because of the baby!