The thin middle-aged man's scarlet eyes turned to Ji Di and Jinghong for a while, and then to Lin Shuhuai and Xuanyuan Ye. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

These cunning, despicable, shameless righteous monks, he must give them some color!

However, it was a pity that Ji Di and the others did not take his gaze to heart.

Su Shihui, who had been prepared, waved his hand, and immediately several scattered immortals stood in front of Lin Shuhuai and Xuanyuan Ye.

Xuanyuan Ye knew that his strength was not good, so he didn't even look at the thin middle-aged man and retreated to the back with his master.

And Ji Di was busy complaining about Xuanyuan Ye.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Xuanyuan Ye, who was hiding beside Lin Shuhuai with low eyebrows and pretending to be well-behaved, and complained to Jinghong in a slightly sour tone: "This kid is really treacherous, a group of us have been busy for most of the day, but the biggest credit was won by their master and apprentice." ”

Jing Hong was holding two high-grade spirit stones to replenish his spiritual power, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Who made your real fox compare to the fake fox of others." ”

Ji Di glared at Xuanyuan Ye with an unconvinced expression, "If I were as idle as him, I would be even more beautiful than him!" ”

Shocking is noncommittal.

She doesn't deny Ji Di's strength and intelligence, but when it comes to using the power of others, he really doesn't necessarily compare to Xuanyuan Ye.

His strength made him who he was, but at the same time he held him back.

In the face of a strong enemy like a thin middle-aged man, he would subconsciously protect the weak, such as Jinghong and Yu Ling, and then call on stronger people to help him, such as those high-level scattered immortals in Jiuli Mountain.

Only a monk like Xuanyuan Ye, who was already in a weak position, but at the same time was very intelligent, very courageous, and wanted to win, could come up with this method of gathering the weak and achieving victory by accumulating a small amount and gathering firewood from everyone.

At this time, the thin middle-aged man's accumulated demonic qi had been consumed by more than half, and his own injuries were only seventy or eighty percent.

In this case, when he met the high-level scattered immortals, including Su Shihui, that thin middle-aged man couldn't change the fate of his grasshopper after the autumn, no matter how much he jumped.

However, Ji Di and Jing Hong did not relax their vigilance because of this, after the two talked and laughed a few words, Jing Hong continued to purify the demon qi with Yu Ling, and Ji Di still took the high-level scattered immortals of Jiuli Mountain to protect Jing Hong and Yu Ling.

For about a quarter of an hour after that, the demonic qi continued to evaporate from the bodies of those Tianxin sect monks and under the soil layer, and then it was either absorbed or purified, and the thin middle-aged man was also forced to death by Su Shihui and the others several times.

When the few surviving Tianxin Sect monks finally regained their clear sanity, and the demonic qi on Tianxin Mountain had thinned to the point where it was almost invisible to the naked eye, a trace of despair finally flashed in the scarlet eyes of the thin middle-aged man.

Although there was no blood flowing out, in fact, his body was already full of holes, and even his originally pale face had turned pale at this time due to excessive consumption of demonic energy.

Su Shihui and the others did not relax their vigilance because they already had the absolute upper hand, and their expressions were even more solemn than just now.

They all knew very well in their hearts that the demon cultivator in front of them would never die obediently because he was cornered, he would only fight back even more frantically.

However, what they didn't expect was that the thin middle-aged man who was surrounded by them and attacked in turn was unexpectedly calm.

There was no mania, no cruelty, no bitter hatred for eating flesh and blood, and it was even different from his cold and silent expression before.

He raised his eyes calmly, his gaze passed through Su Shihui and Ji Di who were blocked in the middle, and accurately fell on Jing Hong, who was climbing the Tianze Bell.

Jing Hong was stunned by his emotionless glance, and Ji Di immediately stepped forward and blocked her from even revealing the corners of her clothes.

The corners of the thin middle-aged man's lips hooked strangely, and at the same time, his body shattered into dozens of pieces of various sizes without warning.

The pieces of flesh, which did not have a trace of blood, but had a faint black sheen, flew out in all directions, and the target was the surrounding righteous monks.

Su Shihui and the others, who bore the brunt of the attack, changed their faces greatly, and they all came up with their own defensive means to press the bottom of the box.

Ji Di and several high-level scattered immortals of Jiuli Mountain teamed up to lay a layer of defensive barriers, enclosing themselves, Jinghong, and Yu Ling.

Lin Shuhuai, Xuanyuan Ye and the others retreated and desperately transported spiritual power to strengthen their defenses.

Jing Honghur once again borrowed Jinghui's natural instinct to "reincarnate" to deal with those pieces of meat, in order to buy as much reaction time as possible for everyone.

However, for some reason, the "reincarnation" effect she used this time was very poor, and the speed of those pieces of meat that fell into her spell was only about one percent lower than the original.

However, the time gained by this success is enough to prepare for a master like Su Shihui.

In addition to defense, he had already distracted himself and summoned a purple-gold round bowl with a simple and atmospheric style.

The round bowl soon spun violently not far in front of Su Shihui, and the speed was so fast that monks like Ji Di who had already entered the realm of scattered immortals were also dazzled, and the pieces of meat that were scattered in all directions were quickly sucked into the round bowl.

Except for one monk of the Biyou Sect who was broken because of his humble cultivation and too slow reaction, everyone else escaped this catastrophe without danger.

But even if only one person is hit, the effect is enough to make everyone tremble.

In front of everyone's eyes, the piece of flesh was like a javelin, not only tearing a hole in the spiritual power defense light shield on the surface of the Biyou Sect monk's body, but also directly nailed it into his arm.

In the next moment, the place where the piece of flesh had not entered began to bulge and deform in the monk's frightened eyes.

Everyone saw it clearly, the bulging bags were all in the shape of hideous human faces, and the speed of the bulging was even faster to make people feel cool from the soles of their feet.

In just half a breath, there were already more than forty faces on the monk's arm, either frightened or painful, twisted or hideous.

Ji Di quickly shaved off one of his arms, and then burned the arm and the two faces that were about to fall off the arms into ashes.

Seeing this, Su Shihui hurriedly aimed the mouth of the round bowl at the flying ash.

The bowl spun so fast that it had sucked in all the ashes in the blink of an eye.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

The monk who had survived the catastrophe had an expression of fear and joy on his face, and after hurriedly casting a spell to stop the bleeding, he bowed to Ji Di and Su Shihui respectively.