Although the old monk died, the Vajra Demon Pestle was still emitting Buddha light in the ruins of the main hall, and Mu Bai glanced at it and no longer cared about it, but threw himself into the battlefield. Because he knew that the Vajra Demon Pestle was a treasure of transformation, and its spirituality was extraordinary, and it was definitely not something he could control.

After the death of the golden-robed old monk, the people of the King Kong Temple were full of sorrow, and then an old monk stood up, his eyes were full of resentment, and he shouted after saying the Buddha's name: "Step on the Xiaoshan Sect and avenge the old Buddha." ”

With a loud shout, a bunch of monks behind him stepped forward with magic weapons and treasures, and fought with everyone in Xiaoshan Sect.

"This baby is mine. The old monk's face was happy, and when he saw that no one stopped him, he drove straight in.

At the moment when the big hand was about to grab the King Kong Demon Pestle, a bloody light broke through the air, directly shaking the old monk back, and the person who came was none other than the returning burner.

"The little bald donkey wants to take this back too. Burning Zang sneered, and as soon as the big hand pointed out, a blood light appeared, and the general trend between heaven and earth suddenly condensed, wrapped in the blood light, the blood light became more and more abundant, more and more condensed, and directly condensed a blood finger, and went straight to the old monk.

The blood light finger was majestic, and the old monk was shocked, not daring to hesitate, and shouted, "King Kong subdued the demon body." Then a faint golden light flashed, covering the old monk's body, and the bloody fingers broke through the air and hit the old monk, and the sound of gold and iron came out.

After only a moment, the golden light dimmed, and the old monk spit out a mouthful of blood, but after all, he still couldn't resist the blood light big finger.

"He didn't die. Burning Zang sighed lightly, glanced at the old monk, to know how powerful he used to be, in this poor and remote place, under the same level of cultivation, he couldn't kill with one blow.

"Am I really old?" Burning Tibet whispered, and then pointed out again, this time the old monk had no power to resist and was pierced through the center of his eyebrows by a bloody finger, he never closed his eyes until he died, he just withdrew the magic weapon of his own sect, why would he provoke such a powerful monk.

After doing all this, the burning pestle turned around, and with a big move, a stream of blood light shrouded the Vajra Demon Pestle, wanting to take it into his hand, feeling the spiritual power of the blood-light non-gold-robed old monk, the Vajra Demon Pestle was greatly violated, and the blood and qi of the burning were directly dispersed.

"Dare to resist the deity, I really don't know what to do. "Burning the Tibetan indifferently, a stream of blood and gas emanated, this time different from the last time, there is a causal artistic conception emerges. The power of artistic conception touched the King Kong Demon Pestle, and the Demon Pestle still swayed a golden light to resist, but after a while, it was completely quiet, and then took the initiative to fly towards the Burning Pestle, rotating around the Burning Pestle, as if there was a desire to flatter.

On the other side, the master of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce found Meng Chi, the sect leader of the Ghost Dao Sect, and Nangong Poxiao fought against more than ten people from the Ghost Dao Sect, three sects fought two sects, and the peak strength gap naturally appeared, and he had to use one enemy to reduce the pressure on others. The elder of the ruling array recovered to a half-step transformation, and he found the sword master as a deserved, and the sword master also had a headache, and there was a Nangong Dawn that had already distressed him, but now there was another elder in the ruling array, which made his idea of killing the Xiaoshan Sect even more firm.

I don't know what the reason is, I have always liked to participate in the war with the sect, and the Hehuan Sect, which is used to surviving in the cracks, did not appear, and no one from the Hundred Flowers Valley came.

The battle is scorching, the number of dead and wounded is increasing, the sword light is coming and going, the spells are bombarding each other in the sky, the Qianli Xiaoshan Mountain Range is burning with raging flames, the blood mist is floating in the smoke and dust, and the special fishy smell is disgusting.

"Kill, kill well, the more ruthless you kill, the more you die, the happier the envoy will be. Meng Chi was unhurriedly fighting with the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce Lord, as if the victory of this battle had nothing to do with him.

The more the Lord of Tongtian fought, the more he felt that something was wrong, it was a battle of life and death, but the battle between the two of them was like a normal exchange, and he couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart: "Strange, this war was provoked by him, why is he so careless, could it be that there is fraud in it?"

Mu Bai holds a sword, stepping into the battlefield of the realm of Yunshen is like watching fish and enjoying flowers, and someone will die wherever he passes, time

It didn't take long for dozens of people to die in Mu Bai's hands, and for a while, the blood flowed, Mu Bai's white robe had been dyed into a blood robe, and blood dripped from the robe without taking a step.

"Is there already such a big gap between me and him?" A few miles away, Ye Wuxian and the elders watched from a distance, and behind them was a black altar the size of three zhang, and the altar was carved with a blood-colored pattern, which was the humanoid creature with fleshy wings.

When someone dies on the battlefield, there is a wisp of death, and a wisp of blood comes with the soul, and without exception it is absorbed by the altar, and this admiration is carried out silently, and no one discovers it, and the people in the battle have no time and energy to pay attention to these things.

Burning did not make a move, guarding Mu Bai from a distance, his cultivation is not easy to recover, because of the Great Dao Seal, it is extremely difficult to recover, in order to avoid other reasons, he can only wait for change, and he is only interested in protecting Mu Bai, the life and death of other people have nothing to do with him, now these battles are all something that a person must experience in his growth, he doesn't want to interfere too much, that will only make Mu Bai dependent on him.

He didn't want to fall into the name of ruining the heirs of the Killing Emperor, that would only speed up his death, and he would be killed by himself.

"How can it be so difficult, it shouldn't be, I have never heard that Xiaoshan Sect has such an old half-step transformation. The more the sword master fought, the more frightened he became, and said to himself: "It should have just broken through, otherwise I would have shot a long time ago, but how can I be so strong when I just broke through." ”

The sword master held the sword of the Mortal Transformation, but he did not have the upper hand at all, and he was a little exhausted after fighting for so long, he was very puzzled, the control of the elders of the formation was extremely exquisite, and there was no waste at all, so if the battle continued, the loser would only be himself.

Thinking of this, the sword master's jade sword swung again, and the monstrous sword intent surged wildly, and a giant sword shadow rose into the sky, wanting to defeat the ruling elder with one blow.

The elder of the ruling array was expressionless, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the golden roulette flew out, rising in the wind, and countless golden threads shot out in an instant, flying vertically and horizontally in front of him, building a number of magic arrays, overlapping magic circles, and new and stronger formations were composed, and these processes were only completed in the time when the sword master was out of the sword.

The giant sword shadow bombarded down, and the large array formed by the compass shone with golden light, and the roar shook the sky, and the aura rolled upside down and vibrated out. The shadow of the sword dissipated, the golden light formation was also dim, the elder of the formation waved his sleeves, the formation dissipated, and he stood in the air like this, quietly looking at the sword master, his face did not change, and he could not see joy, anger and sorrow.

The sword master's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of cold light and fear.

In the distance, the altar guarded by Ye Wuxian and others began to emit a ghostly light, and the blood and death qi he devoured this time were already at a very high level of soul quality, and the lowest person cultivation was also in the early stage of Yunshen, and even more so there were people in the late stage of cultivation.

In terms of quality, these high-level cultivation blood qi and souls were far superior to those of mortals, and in just over an hour, the energy absorbed by the altar was far greater than the sum of ten years.

"Something. He stood up and looked in the direction of Ye Wuxian and the others, and just now, he felt a wave of extremely rich energy, as if even the space was distorted.

The divine thought swept in, and after seeing the altar clearly, Burning frowned, and his figure flickered and disappeared in place, and the next moment, he appeared directly in front of the altar.

"Stop him!" The twelve guardian elders next to the altar were horrified, and watched vigilantly at the sudden appearance of the incineration, which was too secretive to hide from everyone's divine thoughts.

"I can't help myself. Kazuzo looked at the altar, not paying the attacking figure in his eyes at all, and with a wave of his hand, he shook the approaching elder back hundreds of meters.

"So strong. The twelve people were frightened, but they did not retreat, and the lips of the leader moved slightly, and the voice said: "Trapped!" Then the figures of the twelve people flashed, and they besieged the burning treasure.

Twelve people each stood in one place, holding a black array flag in their hands, and the ghostly lights between the array flags were connected, directly trapping the burning in it, and in the formation, the figures of the twelve people had long been gone, only a white light, covering the sight of the trapped people, making people identify

I can't see through the direction and the formation.

Burning the treasure raised his hand, and the King Kong Demon Pestle was suspended in front of him, and the golden light was sheng. "As soon as you get the magic weapon to break the formation, there will be a formation, this world is really wonderful. ”

The golden light flickered, and the next moment it went straight to the side of the white mang, a crisp sound came out, the white light dissipated, and the formation shattered.

"It's too strong, take the altar and withdraw. The leader of the elder shouted in a low voice, and the five of them lifted the altar into the air, trying to escape.

The burning has already broken the formation, how can it be let go, the blood-colored flame turned into a lotus flower and shot out, directly piercing a person, the spiritual power of the lifting was unbalanced, and the altar fell directly, which shows that the weight of the altar is not light.

Looking at the burning at the altar, Meng Chi frowned, and a jade slip was quietly crushed by him.

In the depths of the Xiaoshan Sect, a figure shot out, exuding bursts of blue light on his body, and his cultivation was at the peak of cultivation.

Seeing the person who came, Fu Qing's face was excited, and the dawn of Nangong was also a joy, the person who came was slender, and his face was withered, but the big eyes were blazing, and they were terrifyingly deep.

"Big brother!"

"Great Elder of the Demon Suppression!"

The faces of everyone in the Xiaoshan Sect were overjoyed, and the Great Elder who had been in retreat for a long time due to his injuries finally came out, which was undoubtedly a great joy for the people of the Xiaoshan Sect. A hundred years ago, the Xiaoshan Sect fought with the Ghost Dao Sect, and the Great Elder of the Demon Suppression fought alone in the Twenty Cultivation Dan Realm, and the name Zhen Yu Tang Kingdom was also injured by the Dao, and since then, the burden of the sect has fallen on his younger brother Fu Qing.

The generals who cultivate the Dan are all in charge of the power of the Xiaoshan Sect, and they are upright, which is also a good story in the cultivation world.

The Great Elder of the Demon Demon looked at everyone and bowed slightly, took out a halberd with his backhand, and fought with the Elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and after only a moment, one person was killed by him.

"It's worthy of being a big brother, it's still so powerful. Fu Qing stroked his beard and laughed, and then continued to urge Qingluan Peak to fight the enemy.

"Sect Master, the demon is here. "The Great Elder of the Demon Demon came with a halberd and ran to the place where Nangong Dawn broke, Nangong Dawn saw someone coming, smiled knowingly, and continued to raise his sword to attack the opponent.

And at this moment, a trace of evil charm flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder of the Demon Lord, and his pupils became extremely deep in an instant, and the speed of wielding the halberd became more and more rapid.

At the altar, eleven people besieged and burned Tibet, entangled with it, the altar suddenly emitted a blood light, and a black figure with fleshy wings appeared in cultivation, standing three feet above the altar, and the narrow blood pupils flashed a ray of light, as if there was a wave of divine thoughts fluctuating.

Burning Zang turned his head suddenly, looked at Nangong Dawn, and shouted, "Be careful!"

Hearing this, Nangong Dawn quickly turned around and wanted to find out, but what he saw was indeed a flashing green halberd, and the halberd came suddenly, completely beyond his expectations.

Mu Bai's gaze was also attracted by the sound of the burning, and this scene was exactly in his eyes.

"No!"

Mu Bai roared angrily, but unfortunately it was too late, and the halberd went straight through Nangong Xiaoxiao's chest and stared at a boulder.