The black-bearded male cultivator was expressionless, only looked Long Bao up and down, and said in a deep voice: "The dragon tendons belong to me!"

Behind him, a thin man with a lewd expression and two mouse's whiskers smiled and flattered: "The boss is the boss, really good vision! The dragon's whole body is a treasure, take out his dragon tendons and refine them into your soul binding rope, not only will it be extremely strong, the five elements are invincible, water and fire are difficult to trap, and it is possible to upgrade to a nine-grade spiritual weapon!"

It turned out that the black-bearded man's spiritual weapon was a soul-binding rope, not the big bow behind his back. Long Lin thought.

"Nine Rank Spirit Weapon!" As soon as this group of people heard the words of the rat-bearded male cultivator, everyone's eyes burned like charcoal. The indifferent woman in green spoke, "The Dragon Balls are mine... If any. ”

"Oh, my eldest sister Mu!" said the woman in red, as if resentful and coquettish, "why do you have to grab the best things every time?...! Anyway, I want his pair of dragon horns to temper my sun and moon pinned golden blades!" she smiled and swayed her plump body, and the young white-clothed male cultivator next to her looked at it with straight eyes.

"Then I want dragon teeth and dragon claws," said a yellow-haired male cultivator, whose blade was a golden six-toothed nail rake.

"I'm a refiner," the rat-bearded man said, licking his lips, "I can't overdo it with dragon scales, right?"

"It's not too much?" a middle-aged blue-clothed male cultivator shouted, "Who doesn't know that dragon scale grinding powder and adding to the spirit weapon is the best thing to improve the grade? Don't pick the attributes of the spirit weapon! Only one piece at a time is enough! How much is this dragon scale worth?"

"Come on, I'm good at talking, and the dragon meat is mine. ”

"I want dragon's blood!"

... They shouted in their mouths, but their bodies kept forming a semicircle all the time, surrounding Long Bao and Long Lin. Long Bao's face turned pale with anger, and Mao Chrysanthemum jumped out of his arms with a whoosh and ran behind these monks. She realizes that the big war is coming.

The young white-clothed male cultivator had a frivolous personality, and stepped forward and said to Long Bao in a strange voice, "Little Dragon Baby, is it okay to go back to eat meat with your big brother?" The rest of the people laughed, not taking the "mortal" Long Lin on the side seriously at all, thinking that it was the Chang Sui that Long Bao carried with him. Mao Chrysanthemum is just a demon beast in their eyes, completely negligible.

"Get out of here, or I'll beat you to death!" Long Bao angrily clenched a tender little fist.

"Hahaha, I'm not going to get out, see what you can do with this little brat?..." He suddenly bent his index and middle fingers to clamp Long Bao's pink cheeks, and shook them vigorously a few times, "Don't roll, how... Oh mom ..."

He only felt the golden light in front of him, and a huge and white fist hit the middle of his face, and his body was already dozens of zhang away, and with a bang, thick smoke rose up, overwhelming a large area of Ten Thousand Years of Sen Luo Mu. His head was completely smashed, and a yellow and clear golden pill escaped from the back of his head, and there was a panicked face of a white-clothed male cultivator on the golden pill, and he was still screaming loudly: "The idea is very hard, fast..."

Before he finished speaking, the two groups of people had already started together, and the spiritual power boulder sent out by Long Lin was like a rainbow, and suddenly smashed the golden pill dragon treasure of the white-clothed monk! Long Bao jumped into the air for several feet, turning into a golden dragon of more than 20 zhang, and when the wind and rain thundered and lightning, a ball of lightning split between the six monks, blasting the ground into a huge round pit, and the six people retreated and scattered wildly, and before they could open the spiritual power cover in mid-air, they were swept into it by a meteorite hurricane like a galaxy!

This meteorite flow is extremely vicious, except for the meteorites on the periphery, the boulders in the inner layer are erratic, some to the east, some to the west, some to the south, some to the north... And gradually shrinking, trying to mash them into a pulp. The black-bearded man led by him has been in the eighth stage of Jindan, and he has experienced extremely richly, but he has never seen a miracle that can be turned into such a fierce and powerful strangulation array without using any spiritual weapon rune treasures! Moreover, there are two different air currents in this strangulation array, which are suddenly so cold that Jindan cracks, and suddenly he seems to be thrown into the fire of Suzaku, and the sea of qi is boiling wildly, rushing into the sea of knowledge and burning his soul to the point of severe pain and spasm... In his heart, he secretly hated carelessness and underestimated the enemy, and while burning the natal essence and struggling to resist, he quickly beckoned his companions not to fight back to back, but to rush and kill in different directions, otherwise the boulder circle would become tighter and tighter, and they could be squeezed to death! He expected that when Long Lin's spiritual power would eventually fail, as long as he broke through frantically in different directions and expanded the spiritual power circle, the other party would be unable to control it and break the formation.

Long Bao and Long Lin had the same mind, and instead of throwing thunder and lightning into the boulder wind circle at the heights, he hovered above it into a huge "lid" with a dazzling golden radiance, ready to stuff the six Jindan monks in it and concoct a jar of meat puree in one go.

Although the six monks tried to break through, but with little success, the lower cultivation of the rat-whiskered man was cut through the spiritual power cover by two sharp and thin meteorites, and immediately cut off his calf, and screamed loudly; fortunately, he was a refiner, and he had the best armor on his body, so the meteorite that hit him in the back of the heart did not break him in two, but it also hit his internal organs and vomited blood, and the situation was terrifying; the red-clothed female cultivator waved a pair of sun and moon pinning golden blades, splitting many spiritual power boulders, and the spiritual power was almost exhausted, her hair was scattered, and her expression was extremely embarrassed; one of the other two male cultivators tried to cover her to break through, and the other was injured by the cold of Xuan Bing, and her movements were stiff, and she was obviously unable to break out of this strangulation array。

The black-bearded male cultivator and the green-clothed female cultivator were the tallest and were not injured. However, the black-bearded man's soul binding rope is a feminine thing, and the ghostly ghost on it is haunted, if in ordinary fights, as long as it is thrown, it can entangle the opponent to the death, and immediately invade the opponent's sea of knowledge, so that the opponent is as stiff as a wooden hand... But at this time, there was nothing to be achieved in this strangulation array where only spiritual power boulders and body-breaking winds were whistling, and the mysterious big bow that he had unintentionally obtained behind him was as silent as ever, he couldn't help but get anxious, and smiled bitterly at the woman in green, "Sister Mu, did I wait for a thousand years of penance to fall here?"

The spirit weapon of the woman in green is a strange green wooden staff, and the body of the staff is densely covered with black and white runes, like a imprisoned spirit snake, strange and terrifying. She sent a voice to the black-bearded man, "Qin Daoyou, the divine dragon on the top seems to be a little weaker, when I kill him with Fu Ximu, revealing the gap, you use the soul binding rope to take us up!"

The black-bearded man secretly screamed good, and carried the soul-binding rope to swing away several boulders, only to see the green light bursting, and the green-clothed woman's Fuximu rushed straight up in the sharp roar like a resurrected poisonous snake, breaking Long Bao's divine cloud cover, Long Lin shouted "dodge", Long Bao hurriedly shrank up, only to see a black rope twisted into thousands of soul shadows with a slipknot sleeve, suddenly penetrated into the divine cloud cover, and covered the dragon's tail! The black-bearded man and the woman in green instantly flew out of the boulder wind circle in the exclamation of Long Bao.

As soon as Mao Juhua saw that Long Bao was in danger, she rushed to the woman in green desperately, and broke through the spiritual power cover of the woman in green with one claw, and the woman in green was shocked, although she knew that her spiritual power was too much to hold, but it was unimaginable that a cat demon was so vicious; The woman in green screamed, her body fell, and the entire soul-binding rope sank, Mao Chrysanthemum pounced on her neck and was bounced open by Fu Ximu, but her claws drew several hideous blood grooves on her face, and the blood flowed, and she couldn't stop it.

The woman in green hated Mao Chrysanthemum very much, and she desperately fell into Stonehenge again to kill her, Fu Ximu suddenly turned white, suddenly turned wood into gold, and slashed at Mao Chrysanthemum's neck, Long Bao exclaimed "Chrysanthemum", but his dragon tail was tightly held by the soul rope and could not break free, Long Lin was eager to trap the four monks who tried to break through the same upward, and there was no time to rescue, only to hear a loud noise: "Bang !!..."

The Fuxi Muhua knife slashed at Mao Chrysanthemum's collar and broke it into two! Mao Chrysanthemum's small body was shaken away, hovering in the air in the distance, and quickly pounced on the black-bearded male cultivator. Long Lin was surprised and delighted, seeing that Long Bao was still struggling violently, trying to use dragon fire to burn the soul binding rope, Long Lin shouted: "Yin Yang Sword!"

Long Bao immediately pulled out the sword given by Chen Yuetian, swung the sword and slashed out, the heaven and the earth turned black and white, and the killing intent turned upside down like the tide of the sea! The black-bearded man opened his mouth and spit out, highlighting a natal spirit treasure: a small crimson sword, and shouted "Boom!"

The explosion of the natal spirit treasure is not trivial, Long Lin shouted wildly, and took the woman in green into the meteorite henge, taking advantage of the fact that the five people were dizzy and had not yet landed, and the two palms carried two opposite divine powers at the same time, the woman in green and the woman in red collided violently in mid-air, and when they landed, their bones and tendons were broken and curled up into two lumps of flesh, and even Jin Dan did not have time to escape; the remaining three people were hit by boulders, one dead and two seriously injured.

Long Lin couldn't support it anymore, and the spiritual power it took to use the Shaking Light Knife to slash Monk Jin Dan was almost ten times more than ten times that of using Feng Ya Song, which was beyond imagination. He sat down on the ground, unable to move even a finger, and heard a loud sound like a burst of heaven and earth above his head, countless pieces of flesh, broken ropes, and blood rain falling one after another, and he looked up weakly, only to see that the sky had turned into black and white, black and inky black, without stars and moons;

A dark green bow landed leisurely from the sky, and with a bang, it fell beside Long Lin without any damage.