Some of the clever casual cultivators had already noticed the movements of the Jindan stage monks and quietly moved their figures, after all, as the high-end combat power in the scattered cultivators, the eight Jindan stage monks were the strongest contenders.

"Puff puff ......"

With a sound like a sword piercing through leather, one by one the unprepared scattered cultivators were pierced by the flying magic weapon.

"Uh."

A middle-aged monk who was attacking Li Zhiqiu with spiritual power felt a heat in his chest, and saw a purple light flash in front of him and fly forward.

Looking down, he found that his chest overflowed with a touch of red, and just as he wanted to turn his head to say something to his eldest brother beside him, the whole person dissipated into the air like broken glass.

"Second brother."

And his eldest brother was about to step forward with great interest, and when he felt something and looked back at his brother, he saw only a piece of scattered blood, and he was momentarily stunned and turned into a terrible shout.

Under the powerful penetrating power of the magic weapon, the monks' bodies shattered like porcelain, turning into clouds of blood mist, and even the flesh and blood turned into powder and floated in the air.

"Daddy"

"Big brother..."

"Senior brother..."

"Lao He..."

Relatives and friends were suddenly killed, and many monks turned their eyes red, and they looked back angrily, but they were cold.

The eight monks standing high in the sky had indifferent expressions, like gods from above, so that the scattered cultivators who had cultivated in the Yudan stage could not raise the idea of resisting.

Of course, there was no shortage of casual cultivators who were desperate to attack a few Jindan period monks. Compared to being killed by Li Zhiqiu, it was their own fault, but they were innocently killed by the Jindan monks. A lot of people can't accept it. It was their loved ones.

Entering the world of cultivating immortals. Many of them have embarked on the path of cultivating immortals under the guidance of relatives and friends, and human nature has not yet become indifferent. Some people have lived for hundreds of years, and their original relatives have returned to the underworld, leaving only brothers and friends in the world, and the family and friendship are increasing day by day. A truly indifferent monk is either lonely or has an extreme personality, and a saint cannot be ruthless. Not to mention these monks who were wandering in the initial stage of cultivating immortals.

It's just that under the spells of the monks of the Jindan period, the monks who were no taller than the monks who cultivated at the beginning of the Dan period couldn't hold on to their breath at all, and their souls returned to the underworld.

Under the lessons of several forerunners, the blood of the relatives and friends who were killed and scattered faded, and the resentful eyes were also hidden in the bottom of their hearts. Rather than giving up his life indifferently, it is better to leave it to be useful, find a suitable opportunity, and then try to take revenge, this is the truth that every monk understands after stepping into the immortal cultivation world.

As for the reaction of the scattered cultivators, several Jindan monks turned a blind eye. It's still going according to their plan.

For them, these lowly casual practices are just some burdens. If it weren't for letting them share the anger of the Heavenly Master Dao, a few Jindan Stage cultivators wouldn't even have given these casual cultivators a chance. The Jindan period of scattered cultivation present, which one has not cultivated for hundreds of years, there is no mercy and sympathy in their dictionary, only how to make their cultivation go further, and pursue a higher immortal path.

Desperate.

In a few breaths, under the flight of the eight magic weapons, nearly a hundred monks disappeared into this heaven and earth.

Seeing that the Jindan monks were desperate to make a move, the scattered cultivators avoided it one after another, but with an unconcealable look of anger in their eyes, they dared not speak out against the other party's disregard for the monk's life. In the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong, and they have cultivated to the point where they are now, who is not covered with blood on their hands, they can only blame themselves for their inferior skills.

Li Zhiqiu, who was in the crowd, noticed the movements of several Jindan monks early, but he didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless, completely ignoring the lives of the other monks, and there was no humanity at all.

The eight magic weapons, with great might, mobilized the surrounding aura, cleared out a space, and completely locked all the ways of Li Zhiqiu from all directions.

Finding that there was no way to avoid it, Li Zhiqiu's eyes lit up, and he put his hands on the Kyushu Ding on his chest.

Since you can't dodge, let's fight.

His arms swelled slightly, the divine soul crystals in the dantian rotated rapidly, and Li Zhiqiu input all the spiritual power in his body into the Kyushu Ding,

"When."

With a soft sound, stimulated by the huge spiritual power, two cute little animals loomed above the Kyushu Ding, looking up to the sky and roaring.

In the silent roar, the figures of Jiaotu and Jianwei changed, and a miniature golden dragon suddenly appeared above the Kyushu Ding, swimming slowly.

If you look closely, you can see that only the dragon head and tail of this golden dragon look real and clear, and the rest of the parts are just hazy golden light.

"Aang."

A real dragon groan sounded in everyone's ears, and the Kyushu Ding turned into a five-zhang square circle, protecting Li Zhiqiu's figure below.

Invisible waves of light radiated in all directions, reversing the attack momentum of several magic weapons and leading towards the Ding body.

"Dangdang..."

Several clashing sounds rang out one after another, bringing up waves of invisible waves, stirring up the spiritual power in the bodies of the scattered cultivators, and the piercing sound made the monks who were hiding not far away couldn't help but cover their ears with their hands.

Even the figures of several Jindan period monks were shaky, and they had to use their spiritual power to stabilize their figures, so that they did not fall, and they could maintain their demeanor as masters, which was still because they were far away from Kyushu Ding. Those casual cultivators who were originally standing above the trees to observe the situation were miserable, their spiritual power could not be mobilized, and they subconsciously covered their ears with their hands, and their bodies could not maintain their balance, and they fell to the ground one after another.

For a while, the shouting was incessant.

However, fortunately, the monks' bodies are strong enough, and they are several times better than ordinary people under the beating of spiritual power. Falling from the top of the tree dozens of meters, coupled with the cushion of the branches, not many people were injured, at most it was just a little churning in qi and blood.

As for Li Zhiqiu, who is the party concerned, he is not so lucky.

Although Kyushu Ding protected him in time, his spiritual power was almost overdrawn, and he could clearly feel the impact of the eight magic weapons on Kyushu Ding, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, full of gold.

After stabilizing their figures, all the cultivators did not pay attention to the young man, ready to fish in troubled waters at any time.

"Artifact..."

Seeing Li Zhiqiu standing under the big ding unharmed, the onlookers didn't care about tidying up their appearance, and looked over with a look of surprise.

There was only one thought in their minds, the artifact.

"This is..."

The sharp-eyed Ziyang Daoist saw the golden touch of gold at the corner of Li Zhiqiu's mouth, and a trace of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he became shocked. He thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but feel a little chill all over his body.

"Old sheep..."

"Hmm."

Hearing the shouts of his friends, the Ziyang Daoist followed the sound and found that the gilded Daoist's eyes were also full of horror.

Nodding tacitly, the Ziyang Dao and the Gilded Dao were ruthless, they all knew that since the other party was a person from that race, only by completely killing the other party could they gain a foothold in the immortal cultivation realm.

The reason why the Ziyang Dao and the Gilded Dao people were able to cultivate to the realm of Jindan with no background in loose cultivation was because the two of them, who were in the Qi refining period at that time, had entered a cave left by their predecessors in the Dacheng stage together. In the cave mansion, they once read a classic, which recorded some secrets of the immortal cultivation world, and also let them know that there was another race in this world.

Killing immortals and destroying Buddhas, slaughtering sects, and seeing the monks of the Tribulation Period as if there was nothing, the most obvious feature of their clan is the golden blood.

"Whoosh..."

After holding each other for a few breaths, the eight magic weapons flew back upside down, but under the control of the master, they attacked Li Zhiqiu again.

Faintly visible, a purple sword and a golden cone were a line faster. (To be continued......)