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The blood and qi converged, condensed like a substance, and slowly formed a blood-colored blood crystal, which was put into the Sumeru ring in the palm of his hand.

Then, Chen Tingcai said, "How far is it from that purple-haired ghost blood beast?" ”

Hearing this, the Caili Dao people immediately put away their complicated thoughts and said in a deep voice: "It's less than three miles, but unfortunately it was said by you, and someone really took the lead!" ”

With a stunned face, Chen Ting said, "Could it be Yang Fangshi?" ”

For Yang Fangshi, he still intends to make friends.

This person is a member of the Dongsheng Yang family, and his status is not low, as long as he takes this line, then after leaving the Immortal Palace, it will be much more convenient to walk in the Dongsheng cultivation world.

At the same time, the Yang family, as the royal family of the Dongsheng Dynasty, has steadily suppressed the six major sects, and on the surface, it is the number one force in the Dongsheng cultivation world, so it is natural that there is a cave formation to open the fairyland, which can be regarded as a retreat planned by him.

After all, now it seems that his performance strength in Asgard is a little too eye-catching, and he has offended some people unconsciously, and what followed is a thorough investigation of his identity.

In this way, he may not be able to get his wish if he seeks a place in the fairy realm as a disciple of Mingyimen.

"If this is really the person, it is not impossible to help one or two."

Secretly thinking, Chen Ting already had an idea in his heart, and said bluntly: "Go over and take a look." ”

In this regard, the Caili Daoist had no objection, the two of them came for the purple-haired ghost this time, and once they were preempted by the rest of the monks, the harvest would be much less.

Even if the people of Cai Li Dao did not believe that Yang Fang Shi could solve the purple-haired ghost, there were inevitably some accidents in the world.

If Yang Fang Shi really attracted one of the Drifting Sword Sect and the Bixiao Sect to come, then it would be impossible to say!

So, with different thoughts, the two did not breathe at all, and galloped again.

Less.

The sound of thunder and fire could already be heard in his ears, and it was obvious that there was a monk fighting not far ahead......

Meng Jin's heart was a little flustered at the moment.

This time, he participated in the extermination operation initiated by the Yang family, and originally planned to take advantage of the general trend to get some benefits from it and collect a few blood crystals as much as possible.

The front is indeed very smooth, and he has killed a lot of blood beasts at the level of the life palace along the way, which has already allowed him to condense a blood crystal, and if this momentum continues, the harvest may exceed his expectations.

But when he went deep into the purple mist, he quickly sensed that something was wrong.

In the purple mist, not only was his vision and perception greatly restricted, but there were also many high-level and powerful blood beasts in it, and even many of them were at the consummation level of the life palace, which made the risks he faced increase sharply.

If this is the case, be cautious and avoid it when it is strong, and there may not be a danger of death.

But coincidentally, their team of six people actually encountered the most terrifying existence in Changshan Ridge - the purple-haired ghost!

The tall bloated body of four or five zhang, the three thick and coordinated long legs that burst into blood, occupied most of the entire body, and the two slender arms had a sharp side like a sword, and the blood on them was dripping, and I don't know how much of the monk's essence blood was drunk.

What's even more infiltrating is.

Countless purple hairs grew on the head of this huge blood beast, like a waterfall, hanging down from the blood beast's skull, reaching the ground, and the purple hair, which was as thin as a sharp needle, was split in all directions, like hundreds of millions of purple snakes, pointing hideously in all directions.

And above this dense purple hair, a gap was slightly revealed, and a blood-colored vertical pupil could be vaguely seen, projecting a violent and ferocious light!

It was such a chilling purple-haired blood beast that brought nightmares to Meng Jin's improvised hunting team.

In just the first few breaths, two monks in the middle of the life palace couldn't cope with it, and they were torn to pieces on the spot, and the blood mist instantly merged into the four directions of heaven and earth.

Now there are only four people left.

Two of them were masters of the late stage of the Life Palace, and as for the remaining Meng Zhen and the other middle stage of the Life Palace, they were all very cautious people, and they were in the rear at the beginning, so they were spared the fate of being killed with one blow.

Pulling away from the initial shock, the four of them all glanced at each other, and they could all see the residual horror in each other's gazes.

This is a confrontation with no chance of winning, originally before the extermination team set off, it was expected that the Yang family would go all out to besiege and kill this purple-haired blood beast, but now it seems that this beautiful plan is just a fantasy after all, and the purple-haired ghost is still alive and well!

The surrounding blood qi was very thick, overlapping with the purple mist, faintly forming layers of thin barriers, greatly restricting the movement of the four people.

Even though it is feasible to escape at this moment, in front of the purple-haired ghost with terrifying strength, it is tantamount to digging one's own grave.

In this way, the four of them could only use their strongest means, work together, and fight and retreat, hoping to meet other high-level monks and save them from fire and water.

At the head, he was nearly seven feet tall, with a majestic figure, short hair and a face like a heavy jujube.

This person made a hand of ten thousand beasts yin and yang, it is a forbidden high-grade spiritual weapon, and there is a demonic fierce demon beast phantom appearing between the waves, opening teeth and dancing claws, and fighting with the purple-haired blood beast fiercely, especially a three-eyed sword pattern tiger phantom, whose combat power is comparable to that of a monk who has completed the life palace, it can be said that it is not strong!

However, in the face of the purple-haired blood beast, which was much more physically powerful, the three-eyed sword-patterned tiger phantom soon appeared in a state of exhaustion and was on the verge of collapse.

The powerful means were hit hard, and the corners of the tall, short-haired monk's mouth were already spilling blood, and his complexion was even more unnaturally red.

Seeing this, another elder of the Dongsheng First Rank Sect immediately shouted and slapped the Thunder Cloud Treasure Box in his hand.

Suddenly, a loud noise rolled like thunder, and even more desolate lightning rushed out of the treasure crate, hitting the purple-haired blood beast directly.

At the same time, this master of the late stage of the Destiny Palace spread his hands evenly, and struggled to lift them, and actually pulled up countless large and small stones on the ground, and then saw that this person put his hands together, and all the stones as big as a carriage and small with a grinding plate were closed towards the purple-haired blood beast.

Bang!

The rocks slammed into each other at a rapid speed, and a deafening explosion erupted as they landed.

For a while, the gravel and dust were flying, and the power was terrifying.

But even this Destiny Palace Consummation Cultivator didn't dare to hit the joint blow hard, but he could only limit the purple-haired blood beast for a little time.

When the thunder was silent and the dust cleared, the purple-haired blood beast once again slammed towards the three-eyed sword-patterned tiger phantom.

However, with this gap, the four of them were able to retreat a short distance.

As for Meng Zhen and the other mid-life palace cultivator, the gap in strength was too big after all, and apart from using some means to harass them, they didn't play much role at all.

At this moment, the purple-haired ghost shook violently without warning, and his feet stepped on the ground, kicking up dust within a radius of dozens of zhang.

Immediately after, hundreds of bone spurs burst out of the earth and rushed towards Meng Jin's four people.

Sou!

It was like a bone spur of a thousand sharp swords, with a speed as fast as the wind, and the blood was full of light, and the three-eyed sword pattern tiger was poked into a thousand holes in an instant, so that the demon soul that was imprisoned in the yin and yang of ten thousand beasts finally disappeared.

Without the slightest pause, the momentum of thousands of bone spurs continued unabated, and they broke the resistance of Meng Jin's four people one after another, and they had come to the front!

The change came too quickly, and the eyes of the tall short-haired monk flashed with horror, and then his face turned fierce, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which was sprinkled on a cyan brocade cloth that swirled in front of him.

In an instant, the cyan brocade cloth was full of light, and it was spinning faster and faster, and every time it turned, the brocade cloth was going to be bigger!

In a short period of time, the cyan brocade cloth had already covered the sky and the sun, covering hundreds of bone spurs, as if to collect these bone spurs!

It's just that the sharp blood of the bone spurs is simply irresistible.

It only took a few times to impact back and forth in the huge brocade cloth, and the whole brocade was torn into pieces!

The moves were broken one after another, and the tall short-haired monk was already shocked to the extreme.

I saw that this person took a step back suddenly, and there was a cyan light all around him, as if he could shake the void, making people unreal, obviously some kind of extremely extraordinary secret technique of retreat.

While unleashing the secret art.

The monk suddenly stretched out his big hand and grabbed it, pulled a nearby mid-life palace monk and threw it in the direction of the brocade cloth, and then took the road and fled.

Poor mid-life palace monk was cautious and took every precaution, but he didn't prevent the sudden betrayal of the short-haired monk, and under the gap in cultivation, he was thrown at the thousands of bone spurs that had already rushed out of the cyan brocade cloth before he could react.

Without the slightest intention of resisting, the monk's face instantly became crazy, and the majestic spiritual power gathered by the power of nine points of essence turned into a dazzling spiritual light, and suddenly shot at the tall short-haired monk who was fleeing for his life in a panic: "Let me be a shield, you will not die well!" ”

Burst!

Blood sprayed, and the aura dimmed.

With infinite resentment, the two close monks who had cooperated before were pierced by thousands of bone thorns one after another in each other's pit killings, and died on the spot.

The other two, seeing this scene happen, didn't have time to sigh at all, so they had to retreat sharply while using all means to resist the rush of bone spurs.

By this time, both of them were a little desperate.

Not to mention that the purple-haired blood beast was chasing after the tail not far away, and this extremely sharp blood-colored bone spur alone might not be able to resist it.

At this extremely critical moment, two spiritual power fluctuations suddenly came from the distance.

There is no end to the road!

Meng Jin's face showed a look of ecstasy, and he carried up the spiritual power that had been rapidly consumed and shouted violently: "Be careful, fellow Daoist, this blood beast is extremely powerful, and if you don't cultivate enough, remember that you can't be defeated!" ”

Even at this moment, Meng Zhen still has a lot of city government and is well versed in the mentality of wanting to capture the old and indulge.

But in the next moment, when he saw the vaguely recognizable figure, he immediately exclaimed: "Sword madness!" ”

The speed of the person who came was too fast, and it was only not long after Meng Zhen noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power, and the figure had arrived.

One person is wearing an emerald green white cloud robe, covering his face with a black scarf, and the aura of Yimu around his body is endless.

One person in a gray plain shirt, missing an arm.

It was Chen Ting and Caili Daoren, who came in a hurry.

After casually glancing at Meng Zhen and the other monk, Chen Ting continued to fly by, no longer paying attention, and leaving them to fend for themselves.

Since it wasn't Yang Fangshi, there was no need for him to waste an opportunity to raid and save the lives of these two people.

How to correctly judge the momentary gains and losses is a necessary and extremely important ability for every monk.

In his eyes, it doesn't matter whether the two live or die.

The people of Cailidao were also well aware of this, and they did not bother to take a look at it.

A glimmer of life in ecstasy, then a bone-chilling despair.

It was already the end of the strong crossbow, and the two of them didn't even have time to say a word or two of hatred and viciousness, and they were both impacted into pieces of blood mist by blood-colored bone spurs.

The law of the jungle eats the strong, the monk really doesn't need cowardly mercy, only strength is fundamental!

The soul will not be dispersed, and Meng Zhen finally flashed this thought......