"I still want to run!" The fat Daoist sneered, rushed forward simply and decisively, and slapped it on the top of the head of the Hundred Treasure Dao Jun without hesitation, and at the same time, the bronze tripod that the fat Daoist had just sacrificed was shocked, and smashed towards the Wanling Gongzi next to him, to stop him from coming to save people, otherwise, if the two fifth-layer powerhouses of the Divine Soul join forces, it will be difficult for the fat Daoist to be alone no matter how strong he is.

At the same time, Lin Tian also suddenly burst out, although he only had the cultivation of the second-level realm of the Divine Soul, it was difficult to confront the core disciples of these top forces, but his task now was to stop this guy, so that he could not hinder the fat Dao people, as for the rest, it was obvious that he was not needed.

And at this moment, in front of the Hundred Treasure Dao Jun, a man was deeply hidden in the dark, looking at the fat Taoist who was walking slowly, the light in his eyes flashed from time to time, he was confident, as long as the fat Taoist came over, he would die here, because ...... He knows how to run, and he is a very rare rune double cultivator.

The talisman master makes a knife and pen, the Dan ink is cross-waved, and there are many different types of assistance on the way of cultivation, and this talisman is one of them, the so-called talisman, in the final analysis, but it is just another way to exert the power of the Dao, the only difference is this way, and it also needs to be driven by spiritual power.

This not only requires a certain amount of its own strength to support, but also the requirements for spiritual power, it is also extremely strict, so it is relatively scarce, he is the next generation of Buddha in the Western Buddha land, and he is also the strongest disciple of Buddhism, his name is Jin Cicada, so in addition to having a strong physique, in addition to having a powerful wooden stick in his hand, he can also draw a powerful talisman, this is his confidence.

When the fat man's right foot just fell to the ground, and there was no trace on it, he stopped, he only walked one step, more precisely, he only walked half a step, the fat man looked down at the ground, he was wearing cloth shoes, there was a very small stone next to the cloth shoes, he looked at the stone and frowned slightly, and then he withdrew his right foot and stood back in the original place.

The fat Taoist looked around, and noticed that on the way in, there were thousands of more stones at some point, those stones were large or small, or sharp edges and corners, or round like eggs, but no matter what shape of the stones, they were exuding an extremely strong sense of stubbornness, and the breath seemed so silent and unwilling, as if it was going to fill the whole world.

That breath is so distinct, so silent and firm, that the breath of heaven and earth is forced into countless obstacles, and it is impossible to breathe, because the existence of these stones, the subtle passages that naturally exist between heaven and earth, have become unobstructed like breathing, in other words, there is no distance in this world of stones.

Thousands of stones, looking like soldiers in white armor, those big stones are like giant wolves in the snow fields in the north, full of murderous intentions, obviously, this is a large array, a large array of stones, ordinary people may not use this method, but for cultivators, it is commonplace.

The fat Taoist looked at these stones, and suddenly laughed, he did not take a step forward, he stood quietly in these stones, in this craggy stone formation, neither of them could see each other, so he did nothing, just waited quietly, waiting for the other party to attack him.

There was a drop of dew that suddenly fell from nowhere, and fell on the body of the fat man, and with the fall, there was a short wooden stick, the wooden stick broke the wind silently, and even the obstructed and uncomfortable breath between heaven and earth was not affected in any way, following the flow of wind and snow in nature, there was no trace to follow.

The fat man's eyes lit up slightly, this wooden stick seemed simple and ordinary, but in his opinion, it was more amazing than the large array of stones, the storage ring flashed, and the long sword pierced through the wind, and it was dotted on the wooden stick in the seemingly empty thing.

Thousands of stones, exuding a rugged and stiff atmosphere, and when the swords and sticks met, an extremely soft breath instantly diluted the breath of the block array, the swords and sticks met in the air, met at a point, stationary, in the space of several zhang around that point, everything was still, whether it was wind or things.

The powdery snow at the corners of the clothes fell one after another, sprinkled on the bodies of the fat Taoist and the golden cicada, and there were countless cracks on the golden cicada's cotton jacket, and blood flowed out.

The wind rose from the ground and blew around him, like a pair of invisible wings, pushing his scarred body like flowing water, retreating from the barrier and hiding into the distance.

The fat Taoist frowned slightly, a little surprised, since the other party began to attack, then there must be follow-up means, so he was ready to meet the next move, but the opponent did nothing and withdrew directly.

Since this is the case, he wants to pass, to pass, he needs to break the craggy stone in front of him first, the fat Taoist waved his hand, the true qi overflowed, rolling up a thousand layers of wind, and like flowing clouds, beside the road, a stone, with the wind in the sleeve, fell far away in the grass.

He waved his hand again, and there were stones flying, he walked towards the castle, walking all the way, rolling his sleeves all the way like clouds, all the way to the stone flying array, the fat Taoist waved his hand at will, strolling leisurely, the formation was broken, the golden cicada let go and threw the wooden stick to the grass in front of him, he was profound, so he could use the breath of heaven and earth in the big array.

When the stick fell, there was a soft 'pop' sound, and there was a light sound in the clouds above the tomb, and then there was a loud bang, countless loud noises, countless bolts of lightning, drilled out of the clouds, and then cleaved down, slashing towards the fat man's body.

These lightning bolts are very dense and extremely powerful, even if the fat Dao man protects himself with his true qi, he can't ensure that he will not be harmed, the fat Dao man's figure suddenly became faint, and a lightning bolt struck the position where he was originally standing, the smoke and dust were filled, and there was a faint smell of burning, but it split into the air.

Countless lightning bolts fell one after another, and the figure of the fat Taoist appeared again, and then disappeared, just like a misty and indifferent cloud, constantly drifting in the lightning and thunder, unable to capture it at all, only the sound of breaking the sky, the sound of lightning chopping, the wind was like smoke and dust, no matter how powerful the lightning was, it still couldn't suppress those intentions that crisscrossed it.

This place was full of natural horror power, and to the fat man, it seemed to be a leisurely court, and he strolled out, took out a handkerchief, wiped the dust from the palm of his hand, and then put it back in his bosom, looking at the castle.

I don't know when, the golden cicada reappeared in his gaze, his face was pale, although he couldn't see obvious scars, he was extremely badly injured, covered in blood, exhausted, crumbling, the victory was divided, he retreated, and then took out the talisman that had been prepared from his arms, and slapped it heavily on his body.

Yes, one shot.

When everyone thought he was going to run away, he slapped a piece of paper on his body.

Then he rushed up and punched, a very simple move, not even a move, but in the simplicity, there is extreme power, so the speed is also to the extreme.

There was a light explosion in the tomb, which was the result of the air being quickly squeezed away, and the fist of the golden cicada, like an arrow, hit the fat man's eyes, this is his stunt, no one knows, in addition to the rune is very powerful, the fist after the blessing of the rune is even more powerful, and it is like beating chicken blood.

Such a simple punch, but it is so majestic, with his unique rough flavor, there is some taste of the river rolling east, for others, in the face of such a fist, they will probably choose to avoid it temporarily, because the most vulnerable thing for cultivators is their body, and to fight against the body refiners who accept the heaven and earth in their bodies, and the body refiners who have been blessed by the talismans, the first thing to do is to open the distance between them and the other party.

But the fat Taoist did not retreat, Jin Cicada knew that the fat Taoist would not retreat, he knew that the fat Taoist had many means, equally powerful, and the fat Taoist had enough strength to take this fist with strength or confidence, Jin Cicada was waiting for that moment, what he wanted to create was a tough environment, because he had countless backhands and countless tough means, and he needed to have a bearing surface to provide support.

Just like those terrifying sandstorms in the grassland at the turn of spring and summer, it is not so terrible when walking through the empty wilderness, as long as you keep a distance, you can even see those pictures as a rare beauty, but how people or things are in those sandstorms, and begin to take on the power in the meantime, they will be instantly hit with thousands of holes and broken.

As long as the fat Taoist does not retreat. As long as the fat Taoist is hard connected, this sandstorm will swallow him, but to his surprise, the fat Taoist really did not choose to dodge or retreat, but he did not use means to hard connect, if you look at it from the front, he seems to ...... Nothing was done.

The fat Daoist didn't have any expression on his face, he even held his hands behind his back, and he didn't seem to care about the fist that was about to come, but no one could really care about it, because the fist was very big, and the fat Daoist had actually made his own response, but the golden cicada didn't see it.

The hands behind his back had already spread out, and his right hand quickly wrote a word in the air, and when the scribbled word was finished, his face became a few points pale, and at the same time, an unimaginable majestic telekinesis emanated from his body and came to the heavens and the earth.

The aura of heaven and earth was rapidly infused into the body of the golden cicada, and suddenly it became stagnant, and after an instant, those heaven and earth aura seemed to hear some kind of command, and began to condense and form frantically.

The violent wind and sand, walking through the wilderness, lost everyone's sight, the fat Taoist wrote a word, that word is called binding, this is a long time ago in order to rob the tomb, he learned from a very old sect, has never had the opportunity to use, I didn't expect the opportunity to come today.

The sandstorm did come, but it was not the golden cicada's, but the fat man's, countless yellow mud flew up from the ground, from the earthen wall, from the surrounding grass, and came to the trench at a speed beyond imagination, and came to the fist of the golden cicada.