The demon Jiao's eyes were cold, and when he saw the two things coming, he spewed out a seven-colored colored bead from his mouth, releasing a gorgeous treasure light, and after croaking a few strange screams, he spewed out several mouthfuls of colored mist and sprayed it towards Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin was taken aback, and immediately used two flying knives to shoot at the demon Jiao, but as soon as his magic weapon touched the mist, it immediately dimmed.

"How can this Jiao be so powerful, is it a mutated monster. When Zhao Jin saw this, he said with some surprise.

But as soon as his words fell, suddenly a black light shot from one side, and in a flash it passed through the colored mist and shot onto the flesh crown of the demon Jiao.

A bloody hole as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared there.

The monster screamed, rolled on the bluestone ground in pain, and then bent his body, and his body shot into the jade pool in a flash.

But at this moment, three ordinary quality flying swords flew from the sky, and with lightning speed, they nailed the head and body of the Jiao to the bluestone ground, making its tail swing wildly, but it could no longer move.

This is exactly what Wu Yong suddenly made a move on the side.

Zhao Jin and the others saw that the demon Jiao was restrained by Wu Yong, so they were relieved.

Wu Yong slowly forced the seven-colored demon bead down, and Lin Zi put the bead into the storage bag.

Then, a few people surrounded the demon Jiao.

"This is the flower crown Jiao, but the demon crown seems to have been specially refined by someone to make the appearance of a demon flower, and it must not be born with this Jiao. Wu Yong glanced at the demon Jiao who was still struggling desperately under the little sword, and said with a puzzled look.

"Obviously, this demon seduction flower is a trap at all, and it may be used to deal with the man of white bones, and we are just doing it again. Zhao Jin agreed with a wry smile.

His appearance was ruined, but he couldn't get angry when he looked at the nailed corolla.

He looked at the demon Jiao, and then at the damaged right hand of the white bones.

I couldn't help but think that when someone was excited to pick this demon seduction flower, a strange poisonous demon Jiao suddenly flew out of the pool, bit his finger, and then was torn into the poisonous pool.

Zhao Jin couldn't help but feel chills in his heart!

Looking at the small arrow on the white bone's body, it is obvious that the person who laid out the layout has another backhand, and this person who set up the bureau is really scheming!

With a "flutter", the head and body of the corolla Jiao were divided into two under a cold light.

Wu Yong stood aside indifferently with a short sword in his hand.

Then his gaze fell back on the black arrow on the white bone.

"Where do you think you've seen this material?"

"Senior, do you think this is not an evil dragon tomb at all, but a scam specially set up by someone. Zhao Jin suddenly asked in a deep voice on the side.

Zhao Jin, whose face was full of scars, was stunned for a moment, nodded, and shook his head again:

"This isn't the Tomb of the Evil Dragon, don't you know yet?"

When Zhao Jin heard Wu Yong's words, his face suddenly changed, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes and said, "Senior, you already knew?"

"This is not the Evil Dragon Tomb, it should be the cave of the ancient monks, and it happened that you picked up the scraps of paper and found them here. It's just that this place has already been preempted by others and borrowed from this place to arrange and trap. ”

Wu Yong shook his head and said.

Suddenly, Zhao Jin glanced at Wu Yong, and his expression changed slightly.

Zhao Jin not only didn't get any benefits this time, but let his face be ruined!

Just when everyone was silent, there was a hint of hissing from the direction of the pool.

I saw that the corpse of the demon Jiao that was cut off by Wu Yong turned into white bones in an instant, and the long sword that was originally inserted in its body fell in an instant, and the pale green corpse gas emitted turned into a pool of molten iron.

The head and body of the demon Jiao merged, and from time to time there was a muffled hissing sound from the mouth that was full of bones.

At this moment, a sudden change abruptly emerged.

The white bone demon Jiao shot suddenly, and the white bone body shot fiercely towards everyone.

Zhao Jin's expression changed greatly, and the magic weapon that he didn't think about came out together, and two white rays hit the other party at the same time. Suddenly, the white bone demon Jiao burst open. It's so vulnerable!

Zhao Jin's heart suddenly lightened!

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing behind him, and then his neck was cold, and a white bone hand stretched out from his neck, and he pinched a Zhao Jin's head with five fingers.

Looking at the bloody hands, Zhao Jin's head fell in the air, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

Exclamations, crackling sounds, and the whistling sound of magic weapons came into my ears one after another, and all kinds of experiences in my life poured out one after another.

The poor life when he was a child, the joy of the whole family when he was found to be a spiritual root, the helplessness when his favorite sister married someone else, the high spirits when Yuan Ying succeeded, and the huge ambition to condense into a god, all these things seem to be gradually disappearing with the coldness of the hands and feet...... But Zhao Jin is not very willing!

He has three throwing knife magic weapons, and he usually only releases two to kill the enemy when facing the enemy, and the third flying knife never leaves his body.

Because the third flying knife is refined by a certain secret method, although the power of flying out to hurt people is average, it is indeed far superior to ordinary magic weapons in psychic protection.

What's more, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of effort to cultivate this treasure, and not long ago it had been refined to the point of psychic.

In the face of the sneak attack of others, even if he didn't take the initiative to order, this treasure should be able to sense the killing machine of others and automatically protect the body!

"Unless you sneak up on his ......"

With a "snap", Zhao Jin's head was crushed into pieces, and the headless corpse fell to the ground softly, blood kept bubbling down the bloody hole in his neck, and the bloody breath filled the hall for a while.

And Zhao Jin's Yuan Ying flew out instantly, but was wrapped in a cloud of black gas.

On the other side, Wu Yong and the others were trapped in it by a large area of black gas, but Wu Yong had an extra fiery red painting scroll in his hand, and countless fist-sized fire swallows were flying out of the painting scroll, forming a huge ring of fire, constantly impacting those black gases, preventing them from getting close.

Lin Zi stood closely behind Wu Yong.

Lin Zi was surrounded by blood light, and his hands kept releasing purple flames, dispersing the black qi that rushed into the ring of fire.

Lin Zi, on the other hand, was holding a white bead, which was radiant, so that the black qi that occasionally slipped through the net did not dare to approach his surroundings, but there was still a panicked look in his eyes.

Zhao Jin didn't pay attention to any black gas, and looked hard at the white shadow chasing Zhao Jin.

Sure enough, it was the white skeleton that had been dead for an unknown number of years. It's just that it emits a white mist all around it, and its body jumps incessantly flexibly. It's still the slightest bit of a dead thing.

Zhao Jin smiled miserably!

It is really ridiculous that he, a monk in his infancy, was plotted by the skeleton of a dead man.

With this self-deprecating thought, Zhao Jin's Yuan Ying was instantly overwhelmed by the black qi, and his mind turned black and fell into an endless sleep......

At the same time that Zhao Jin was attacked by the white bones jumping up, a large area of cold ghost mist suddenly flew out from the nearby wall, trapping him and Lin Ziquan in it.

But fortunately, Wu Yong had already prepared a little, and without hesitation, he opened the scroll that had just arrived, and as a result, many fiery spirit birds flew out of the painting.

This kind of "Jingwei", which is wrapped in demon fire and looks like an ordinary swallow, Wu Yong had seen it in detail in an ancient classic in his previous life.

They were born in the essence of fire, and legend has it that they are the daughters of the ancient Yan Emperor, who love to eat all kinds of yin ghosts and spirits, and are famous yin nemesis.

It's just that this bird has long been extinct in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. The painting scroll only seals a part of the spirit bird's soul, and can only release the clone of "Jingwei".

Although these clones are the same as the appearance of the real "Jingwei", their power is very different!

Otherwise, these black ghost mist would not only be temporarily dispelled, but should be devoured.

Wu Yong wasn't too worried about these entangled ghost fogs, the Sword of Thor could have easily broken them.

What made him a little uneasy was the ghost mist master who was still hiding on the side and hadn't made a move.

As for the white bones, he can see them clearly. What kind of spiritual consciousness is really there, it is clearly a puppet manipulated by others. It's just that this white bone is a little weird, and it has been bombarded by Lin Zi's magic weapon for so many times, and it is still safe and sound. There seems to be something else going on.

Wu Yong was thinking about it, and there was a sound of intermittent ghost cries all around.

The creepy voices of these people, neither male nor female, sharp and piercing, make people listen to the blood and blood rolling, and their hearts are uncertain.