The ship shook. Killing.

Swords. Blood splatters.

Because these monsters are not virtual products created in the game, but real monsters, real guys with flesh and blood!

Especially those flying demon beasts, with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and some of them breathed fire in their mouths, burning the formation wall and making a sound, that situation, as if pouring concentrated sulfuric acid, a burnt, fishy smell immediately rose, and the smoke choked people involuntarily shed tears.

"Whew-w-"

And those demon beasts that were killed were miserable, and they were divided up by the monk's five horses in an instant, and even the blood was not spared.

If you look at it from the outside, in the sky, the whole spaceship looks like it's on fire, and it's all over the place. One flying demon beast after another is like a moth that puts out a fire, wave after wave, flying at any cost.

On the ground, thousands of water arrows and rockets surged up, like rockets fired in war, hitting the bottom of the ship.

Some of the monsters on the ground jumped high, some stood on the top of huge tree spires, and more were chasing the spaceship.

In particular, the roars from their mouths were wave after wave, and if there was no formation to block it, the entire spaceship would disintegrate in minutes.

"What kind of thing could cause such a large-scale beast tide?"

Yang Jianjian's brows furrowed deeply.

"Of course it's us!"

Suddenly, a shrill voice rang in his ears.

"Who? Who are you?"

Yang Jianjian "choked", and his ten fingers made a metallic sound, which instantly turned into ten spears glowing with black light, which were covered with inverted spear thorns, blue and dark, and full of poison.

"Don't be so nervous!"

Suddenly, a yellow mist of ten zhang in size filled the air, and between the mist illusions, a figure appeared in the mist, and the burnt yellow face seemed to be coated with a layer of gold dust, and a faint golden light flashed under the faint light.

"Fog-sama, why are you?"

Yang Jianli took two steps back, with a ghostly expression.

"Why can't it be us?"

Fog Shadow laughed, "Don't think that you reptiles can't guess your Fog Clan's careful thoughts, let me tell you the truth, we just don't share the sky with that kid!"

"You're here

…… What are you talking about?"

Ding Rui had recovered from her trembling state.

"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that this beast tide is specifically aimed at you, and you are useful to us Fog Clan, and that's enough!"

The voice of the strong man of the fog clan was like a cracked silk, sharp and harsh.

"Lord Mist, this person was discovered by us first, so you are not afraid...... Don't be afraid ......."

Yang Jianli glanced at Ding Rui, and began to slurb for the first time.

"What is there to be afraid of!"

The Mist Clan immediately interrupted him, "You were the first to discover the earth, so the earth is also yours? What a joke! A stupid joke!"

As soon as the yellow mist rolled, Yang Jianli and Ding Rui were swept into the yellow mist and disappeared in an instant.

"Wow!"

The beast tide retreated like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, and the same disappeared, as well as the large thick yellow mist that enveloped the spaceship, and everything gradually returned to calm.

The monks were busy showing off their gains, and no one noticed, a man and a woman, and the two monks who were on the spaceship were gone......

At the entrance of the elixir, Mu Ping's spiritual power quickly recovered, but when he looked at the ball of medicinal liquid, he was suddenly stunned.

It was a large cloud of turquoise liquid formed after the purification of the Misty Immortal Grass, but for some reason, at this moment, the pot-sized liquid began to become restless, struggling and rolling, trying to break free from the shackles and get out of the furnace.

In that case, it was as if the liquid medicine had produced a spirit of medicine and gave birth to a sanity.

"It's weird!"

Mu Ping's spiritual power locked onto the medicinal liquid, trying to fuse it with the other thirty-six groups of medicinal liquids.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the liquid was like an eggshell, pecked by some sharp beak, and with a clear sound, a hole the size of a ping-pong ball cracked.

And a black shadow flew out, turned into a streamer, and flew towards his sea of consciousness along Mu Ping's spiritual power.

At this moment, if Mu Ping cut off the connection with the spiritual power in the furnace, it is bound that the furnace of liquid medicine will immediately burn into slag, if he does not cut off the connection, the black light and shadow will inevitably take advantage of the momentum and burrow into the sea of his knowledge, and he can think of it with his heels, this must be the remnant soul of the Ten Evils, and its purpose is to take it away.

"What a precise calculation!"

Mu Ping had to admire this ten evils, the reason why he was confused

The fairy grass stayed with Shi Luoying, and made up a story to make Shi Luoying think that he was the master, and his main purpose was to paralyze himself and make him relax his vigilance, so that he could use the spiritual power radiated out when refining the medicine to climb repeatedly and succeed in one blow.

As for the fact that the Ten Evils can calculate that they must need the Misty Immortal Grass in a hundred years, it is not strange at all, there are many unknown things in the world, the universe is so big, it is boundless, and any strange people can appear.

The art of divination has always existed, just like the practice of faith, who knew that the big drum of the Hong Bell could be moved into the mind?

"Fight!"

In the previous life, he had also met it once in the Xuan Demon Continent, it was a guy whose cultivation was much higher than him, and in the end he fought with him for three days and three nights, and he devoured that soul body, so he gave up.

Now, he is already at the fourth level of Xuan Transformation, and his spiritual power has reached the edge of Nirvana cultivation, is it still troublesome to deal with this remnant soul?

Therefore, he did not choose to cut off the connection between his spiritual power and the medicinal liquid, on the contrary, he let go of Zhihai and let the black shadow drill in.

"Give me Ning!"

He didn't care about the foreign objects that penetrated into the sea of knowledge, but his spiritual power controlled the rapid fusion of the thirty-seven groups of medicinal liquids.

The cold lizard demon fire also increased its output, and soon, the thirty-seven groups of medicinal liquid that kept tumbling merged together, and bursts of medicinal fragrance emanated from the Dan furnace.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he felt a pinprick in the sea.

He knew that the guy who had gotten into the sea of knowledge had started to do it.

It's a long story, but it happens just a matter of lightning.

From Mu Ping's discovery of the remnant soul, to the remnant soul breaking out of the shell and burrowing into his sea of consciousness, to the final fusion of the medicinal liquid, a hundred breaths of time have passed.

"Huh, it turns out that it's not a physical body, it's just a soul body, it's a pity!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Mu Ping's sea of knowledge, and then a figure slowly emerged, it was the white-clothed monk who gathered all his skills in the last image in the image, although his face was as old as rotten wood, but his expression was the same.

"Didn't you set up this game so that you could resurrect yourself?"

Mu Ping stood opposite the old man.

"You...... Can you, the soul body, still enter your own sea of consciousness?"

As if he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened and he roared.