"Ah......" Ghost Qilin exclaimed, he was obviously frightened, he didn't expect it to be such a situation, this is simply unimaginable, the attack of the first Jindan-level powerhouse was actually broken by Ji Ziran, how powerful the Red Refining Bow is, this is not at all in line with common sense. "When ......"

Just when the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Ji Ziran's hand was about to hit Ghost Qilin's body, a delicate and clear small tower suddenly appeared, defending him, this small tower is only five floors, the whole body is crystal clear, shining, it looks a little extraordinary, it is a good spiritual treasure for self-defense.

The five-layer exquisite small tower glowed throughout, sprinkling a stream of brilliant divine light, enveloping Ghost Qilin's entire person inside, protecting his entire body, and the five-layer exquisite small tower was fixed in the void, blocking Ji Ziran's figure.

It's a pity that although this ghost Qilin's cultivation is Jindan, but the gap with other Jindan monks is too big, it is simply a half-hung person in the Jindan realm, after Ji Ziran has an understanding of this five-story exquisite small pagoda, he can't stop his divine power at all, and the twenty-one spiritual roots in his body are shining more than once, providing a steady stream of spiritual power, as if it can never be exhausted.

"When ......" Ji Ziran picked up Fang Tian's halberd again, this time with all his strength, it slapped directly on the five-story exquisite small tower, and flew it away, and even the flickering brilliance was scattered by Ji Ziran's huge power.

Ghost Qilin, who was originally protected by the five-layer exquisite small pagoda, was suddenly shaken by the ear and nose bleeding, his whole face was extremely pale, not only that, he felt that his brain was also extremely painful, the five-layer exquisite pagoda was connected to his mind, such a powerful blow, his divine sense could not withstand it, and he immediately screamed. Ji Ziran was not so polite, after the five-story exquisite small pagoda was knocked away, he grabbed Ghost Qilin's neck with one hand, and after cultivating to break through to the late stage of foundation building, Ji Ziran was absolutely confident that he could easily suppress the master of the early stage of Jindan, not to mention Ghost Qilin, a half-baked Jindan realm monk.

"You just said that I should kneel down and offer the Red Refining Bow, and now I think you should kneel down and beg for mercy. Ji Ziran shouted. Now he is powerful and powerful, with a thirteen-story chaotic ancient tower on his head, and Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, as if he is like an immortal king coming to the world, suppressing heaven and earth.

Although Ghost Qilin's cultivation is in the Jindan realm, it is obviously much worse than the few Jindan powerhouses just now, he is desperately resisting at the moment, although he is choked by the neck, but there are still bursts of surging spiritual power around his body, and he is fighting back against Ji Ziran with all his might. However, what he encountered was the pervert of Ji Ziran, in the face of Ji Ziran, who had a deep foundation, his half-baked Jin Dan cultivation was useless at all, no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain, and he couldn't break free from Ji Ziran's palm at all.

His right hand was like an iron tong, strangling his neck, and it only took a while to make his face turn red and his eyes white, I am afraid that as long as Ji Ziran exerts his strength, this ghost Qilin will completely return to the west. Shenwei was not arrogant, one hand choked the neck of Ghost Qilin, and the other hand held the Fang Tian painting halberd, rushing towards the other two Jindan powerhouses, wanting to kill the two.

Ghost Qilin's face turned red, his eyes rolled white, he gradually lost his strength, and the spiritual power that was surging around his body was almost scattered by Ji Ziran's power at the moment of surging, and in the end, he could only beat it with a pair of weak arms. Ji Ziran didn't care about it, the ghost Qilin at the moment was like a fat sheep for him to slaughter, and it was difficult to escape at all.

"If you have the strength to struggle, you might as well think about how you can save your life.

Ji Ziran sneered again and again, his palm suddenly became a little stronger, and there was a clicking sound in Ghost Qilin's throat, which seemed to be a little broken, but the vitality of the Jindan powerhouse was extremely tenacious, and such an injury could not pose a threat to life at all. "Boy, if you don't hurry up and let go of the leader, his identity is definitely not something you can offend, and if you treat him like this, it will bring you a mortal threat. "A strong man in the Jindan realm is very restrained, he knows that he can no longer threaten the person in front of him with his combat power, and he can only use the identity of the heir of one of the nine veins of the Ghost Qilin Thief Sect to intimidate.

The two Jindan monks were actually frightened, and the three of them joined forces, not only could they not cause harm to Ji Ziran, but they were actually killed by him, which made them feel chills in their hearts. "I have even offended the Ouyang family in the Imperial City, and I dare to rob the divine soldiers of their young masters, let alone you people. Ji Ziran laughed when he heard this, and said with an indifferent expression. Ji Ziran's momentum dispersed, he took a step, and rushed over, he held Fang Tian's painting halberd in one hand, and suppressed it like a huge mountain, full of power, heavy as the sky, and slashed towards a Jindan powerhouse at once, the speed was extremely fast.

The face of this Jindan realm monk changed greatly, he propped his hands towards the sky, pinched out the Xuanao Law Seal, and finally quickly condensed into a demon beast, roaring fiercely in front of him, and then slaughtered Ji Ziran with extraordinary might. "Poof......" A crisp sound came, Ji Ziran's attack remained unchanged, and the thirteen-layer Chaos Ancient Pagoda above his head suddenly trembled under his urging, and a chaotic mist as heavy as a mountain fell directly, evolving into a giant snake, and swallowed the demon beast condensed by the Jindan monk in one gulp when he opened his mouth. "Boom ......"

This Jindan monk's face was shocked, and he hurriedly retreated, hurriedly thinking that the realm was higher than Ji Ziran, but whether it was the strength of his spiritual power or his own combat power, it was far inferior to Ji Ziran. He couldn't resist the fierce attack at all, and at this moment he was just resisting in vain, and his death was already doomed. "Huh......" The Fang Tian painting halberd in Ji Ziran's hand directly slashed down, and a cold light accompanied it, directly smashing the head of this Jindan realm monk into pieces, and he couldn't die anymore, and his life stopped.

Seeing this, the thief Fei Dao also snorted coldly, he had long been unaccustomed to the actions of these bandits, under his urging, the purple copper furnace shook all over, and those monstrous purple mist were filled with terrifying killing machines, and at this moment, it broke out in an all-round way, and there was no Jindan powerhouse here, and it was difficult for the monks of the foundation building realm to stop such a might. Ji Ziran ignored the remaining bandit monks, and handed them over to the thieves to deal with, the Jindan monks were all killed by him, and there was no strong threat, he still put the ghost Qilin on the ground, and then looked at it coldly.

At this moment, Ghost Qilin can be described as embarrassed, no longer as personable as when he first appeared, his face was pale and scary, the whole person was sluggish, his throat squirmed, and there was a light flickering, as if he was repairing himself.