Song Qiao also said: "Jin Rui is right, as monks, we can't always rely on external objects, the important thing is to fight by ourselves, after a while, this magic weapon will lose its effectiveness, I will go out together and kill them one by one!"

He spoke with a serious expression, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the performance of these people, and if they were still in normal times, they would have bowed their heads a long time ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But today, after listening to Song Qiao's preaching, they looked at me one by one, and I looked at you, looking at each other.

Song Qiao's brows couldn't help frowning: "What, isn't what I said wrong?"

After a moment of silence, a monk finally stood up boldly and arched his hand towards Song Qiao and said, "Yu, Uncle Yu, I don't want to get something for nothing, but ...... , I want to know, is there a way to prevent this!"

He pointed to the two embarrassed monks who were tortured outside, and there was always a little jealousy in his eyes.

Song Qiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and looked at Jin Rui in the same way: "Jin Rui,......"

"That's easy to say!" Jin Rui said nonchalantly, then took out a small storage bag and took out eight green and red fruits from it.

"Eat this, I promise you won't be affected in any way. As he spoke, he kept one for himself and divided the others.

Everyone was stunned when they held the fruit, they couldn't believe what they heard and saw, just such an ordinary spirit fruit could play a preventive role?

"Why, don't believe it, don't eat it if you don't believe it, but don't regret it!" Jin Rui glanced at them, and threw the spirit fruit into his mouth without paying much attention.

Everyone looked at each other again, and finally it was the first to eat the fruit, and the others began to eat it hesitantly.

Jin Rui looked at them with a smile, as if he was in a good mood.

As soon as the time of an hour came, everyone's figures appeared, and they pounced like wolves and tigers on the disciples of the two sects who had no strength to fight back for a long time, and Song Qiao faced He Jin.

Although He Jin still maintained a trace of sobriety at this time, he still did not have the spirit just now, the whole person seemed to collapse, his brain was not as flexible as before, and his movements were a little mechanical.

Against Song Qiao, who was full of spiritual power, such He Jin was naturally not an opponent, and he quickly achieved the final victory, and at this time, the others had already killed all the enemies.

Watching everyone clean up the battlefield with great interest, Song Qiao's heart did not have a trace of excitement, as if it was not them who won the battle.

He Jin, the genius monk of Xiaoyao Pavilion, a great monk in the late stage of refining the void who was less than three thousand years old, fell victim to the struggle of the sect's forces in this way, and he fell like this, I don't know if he had any regrets at the last moment!

And for him Song Qiao, although the situation is special, killing the opponent by such means is not what he wants, at the very least, he is eager to have an unreserved battle with him.

However, none of them can control all this, and this has to be counted as a sad thing for them.

"Oh, my stomach is ......," a monk's cry of pain pulled him back from his emotion, and he had a man holding his stomach, wailing in pain.

And immediately after, everyone else also covered their stomachs and shouted pain, and Song Qiao was just about to ask, but he felt that his stomach began to cramp.