Two black and bright spatial cracks flashed, and the head of the flying centipede was immediately split into four halves.

"Ah, you dare to kill my pet!" The bearded man roared, but rushed forward.

Wang Qingmin waved his right hand at him, and the Netherfire Curse.

"Bell!" The loud sound of the bell instantly fixed the beard there.

The other eleven people in the back saw that the bearded man was hit by Wang Qingmin's spell, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons, including flying swords, giant bells, and magic mirrors...... All the bones and brains greeted Wang Qingmin.

These people are worthy of the guys who survived the battlefield of the abyss of life and death, and they are ruthless one by one, and they will never drag the mud and water.

Wang Qingmin's eyes narrowed, and his heart beckoned.

Two skeletons appeared in front of him in an instant, blocking the attack in front of them.

Since the killer has already been killed on the other side, there is no need for him to be polite, he can't say that he will destroy all the 42 teams today.

Wang Qingmin's right hand waved again, and the ice whirlwind.

The white mangmang's wind blade and ice edge shrouded the twelve monks, and for a while, all the twelve monks couldn't move, and could only resist Wang Qingmin's ice wind baptism.

The twelve monks are already doomed to tragedy, although Wang Qingmin looks young, but how rich is the combat experience, this is a single person who has fought countless battles on a continent, and even the monks of the Transformation Stage have fought each other, dealing with them in the Yuan Infant Stage, without strengthening the skeletons, it is also easy to capture.

More than a dozen ice whirlwinds went down, and all twelve people died.

Two skeletons watched from the side, preventing anyone from getting out of the range of the ice whirlwind.

Twelve skeletons with a trace of flesh and blood appeared in the middle, and the Yuan Infant of the twelve people had already died in the storm, but these twelve people were killed at the bottom, and even the Yuan Infant did not escape......

An invisible golden light flashed, but Wang Qingmin had been promoted by another level, and now he was level forty-four.

Wang Qingmin ignored the twelve corpses that were miserable in death, put away all kinds of magic weapons and storage bags scattered on the ground, and slowly walked towards the three-story flying hall.

Two skeletons followed him like two faithful guards, their red eyes shining red.

The first floor of the main hall was empty, not even a seat, and there was no staircase leading to the second floor, only in the middle, there was a five-meter-wide empty space from which to fly to the second and third floors.

Come to think of it, the cultivators here are all primordial monks, and it is useless to repair the stairs.

Wang Qingmin flew from this passage to the second floor, but it was the same as the first floor, there was nothing. It wasn't until the third floor that I saw twelve futons scattered around, and there were some books and pills on the shelves on the side. On one side of the passage, there was a large table, but on it was a spirit rune.

At this time, the spirit rune was flashing red, and it seemed that there was something abnormal.

Wang Qingmin stepped forward and picked up the spirit rune, and his divine sense swept it on, it turned out that this was actually a communication spirit rune, which said that they wanted their team to immediately report the name and cultivation of the newly arrived monks, and immediately go to a certain place in the abyss battlefield, and at the same time, there was also a map attached to it, which drew the location where the 42 team needed to go.

Wang Qingmin entered his own information, but he made up a fake name, Hu Yue.

Anyway, there are no monks in this world who can know themselves, and even if they leave here now, I'm afraid no one will pay attention.

Sure enough, after a while, the communication jade talisman lit up again, and it had already recognized Hu Yue as a member of the 142 team, asking them to unite and help each other, fight bravely to kill the enemy, and protect the stability of mankind.

Wang Qingmin couldn't help but pout.

They were now very united, and twelve died together. I really don't want to be born in the same year and month, but I want to be a good brother in life and death who died in the same year and month.

Wang Qingmin looked at this hall, with his legendary package, he could just fit a grid into it, but he didn't know if these things inside would have an accident in the legendary world package.

Although the twelve monks gave him twelve magic weapons, they were of no use, and the Joyful Infinite Fan was the special weapon of the Taoist priest, and now Wang Qingmin looked down on any magic weapon in this world. Wang Qingmin also looked at the twelve storage bags, most of them were some materials and pills that he didn't need, and only one female cultivator had an exercise in the storage bag, called Spiritual Illusion. It is said that if you practice to the depths, you can form a phantom, help you confuse your enemies, and create opportunities for yourself to kill them.

This is another auxiliary exercise, but it requires a woman's Yin surname to practice, Wang Qingmin can only sigh with admiration.

In fact, it is precisely because of this strange request that this exercise has not been carried by a female monk, and she is not afraid of other monks snatching it.

Wang Qingmin circled around the three floors again, put the pills and some materials that looked useful in them into the storage bag, and then left here, and his figure flashed, appearing above the three-story palace.

Then the divine consciousness of the Yuan Infant Stage instantly enveloped the palace, and it was included in its own legendary package.

The place where Wang Qingmin's 142 group needed to go was two days away from here, but he needed to leave immediately. At that moment, he was no longer ambiguous, and he pointed out the direction, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the destination at full speed.

At this time, where the 142nd team was going, a crippled team was struggling to guard a small mountain range.

There were only eight of them left, and three were injured, one of them lost nearly half of his body, if it weren't for the strong vitality of the Yuan Infant and this person was really reluctant to give up this body, he would have escaped long ago.

This place is mixed, and the horror of human monks to each other is no joke, and if he doesn't have the protection of his own team, I'm afraid he will die tragically sooner or later.

The people who fought against these human primordial infant monks were twenty-one primordial infancy demons.

I saw that these monsters were all black, five meters tall, and under their round heads, there was a torso that was disproportionate to the head, and four thick limbs were attached to it. The monster's head, back, and sides of its limbs were all covered with a thick layer of scale armor.

"Drink!" A human monk roared, and the spear in his hand came out of his hand, striking at the nearest monster.

The monster didn't have time to dodge, and it also screamed at the moment, holding its head and torso with its limbs, and its body instantly shrunk into a ball, and wrapped its head inside.

"Wow!!" There was a sound like metal grinding, and although the spear hit the monster, it was led aside and stuck on a boulder next to the monster.

The other monster saw the opportunity and rushed towards the human, revealing sharp claw blades in its two front paws.

This human, who was also a battle-hardened infant monk, took out a shield from his storage bag at the moment, and with a shake of his hand, the shield became huge, completely enclosing him. The claws swung out by the monster's full body power struck it, leaving four deep claw marks.

Then the human monk's mind was everywhere, and the spear inserted in the boulder kept shaking, and then flew out of the boulder with a "whoosh" and fell into the hands of the human monk.

"Boom" The human monk who once again had a weapon in his hand fought against the monster, and with this loud noise, both sides stepped back.

"Sister Hong, withdraw! It's not the way to go on like this, and we really can't stand it now. Reinforcements won't arrive until two days later, and they won't necessarily come to our aid, so it's too late to leave now. The Yuan Infant Monk said with his divine sense to a woman in red who was fighting four monsters alone.

In fact, even if he didn't say it, how could Sister Hong not know the danger at this time, but now it's not that she doesn't want to withdraw, but she can't withdraw.

"Sister Hong, don't care about the life or death of those bastards, take the strong son, withdraw quickly, I'll come to the palace! Fast!! The human monk shouted, his body shook, and he appeared in front of the red-clothed female cultivator, waving the war spear in his hand to block the attack of a monster.

"Wang Meng! Gotta come back alive!" The red sister shouted anxiously in her consciousness.

Then the figure retreated, appeared in front of the monk who had lost almost half of his body, and with a stroke of his left hand, dragged the man's body under his ribs, and the figure turned into a stream, and retreated towards the human side.

Seeing this, several other human monks also made a big move, trying to chase her.

But they didn't have the same companion as Sister Hong, and before they could escape, another monster entangled them, and they had no chance to escape, so they had to fall into a bitter battle again.

Half an hour later, Wang Meng couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the abyss monsters that were slowly surrounding him. After all, Sister Hong has already run away with the strong son, and these monsters don't want to catch up with them again.

"Haha, if you want to kill me Wang Meng, no way! Yes~~! ”

A violent wave of spiritual power came out of his abdomen.

"Hurry back!"

"Leave him!"

"Get out of the way!"

……

The surrounding monsters are also screaming, and they all have the existence of spiritual intelligence.

"Boom!" The heavens and the earth shook, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and more than a dozen surviving monsters were like leaves in the wind, rolling and scattering from here to all directions.

"Wang Meng!!" In the distance, Sister Hong's mournful voice rang out.

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