After all, Li Pingzhi is in the middle realm of foundation building, a small realm higher than Niu Tiezhu, although he is not at a disadvantage at this time, he can't be distracted at all.

Sun Huang was pressing the male monk of the Barbarian Ghost Sect, and she swung the black stick into countless afterimages, and the stick shadow slapped on the humanoid yin thing summoned by the male cultivator like a huge wave.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

After a few dull sounds, the Yin creature summoned by the male cultivator of the Barbarian Ghost Sect screamed miserably, and then flew into the distance like a sandbag.

On the way to fly into the air, the black light flashed wildly a few times, and finally dissipated into a cloud of black mist, but the face of this male cultivator of the Barbarian Ghost Sect was blue and red alternately, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out.

It was only at this time that Sun Huang had time to look at the rest of the battle group.

In vain, the pupils of Sun Huang's eyes shrank suddenly.

At this time, she happened to see the Dao sword of the monk surnamed Wang, which was stabbing at He Xiaoshi's heart in a very sinister and silent manner.

What's even worse is that the spirit weapon dagger that exuded the aura of foundation building and the glow was shining brightly, and it was stabbing down fiercely towards He Xiaoshi's throat!

Sun Huang shouted sharply: "Be careful!" Then the fit pounced, but it was too late.

He Xiaoshi's head, front and back, are facing a huge crisis, and the huge crisis still comes from a sinister sneak attack, how can he get out?

No matter how you look at it, he will get hurt.

He Xiaoshi took a big step forward while turning sideways slightly, and the dazzling spirit weapon dagger narrowly and dangerously grazed his throat and shot into the distance, his left hand seemed to have eyes, and the back hair came first to block the back of the heart, and the blue light flashed Dao sword stabbed over.

There was a soft sound of "ding", as if the famous sword was pierced on the stone, and a drop of pale golden blood flowed out of the palm of He Xiaoshi's left hand.

In his left hand, he held the miniature Dao sword.

In the next second, his left hand began to tremble slightly.

Dao Jian began to struggle desperately.

A blue light like water flowed from He Xiaoshi's fingers, and then disappeared into nothingness in a puff of smoke.

A black dragon phantom appeared at He Xiaoshi's feet, and then the figure disappeared, appearing in front of the ghost creature of the foundation realm in an instant, clenching his right hand into a fist, and then smashing it out with a punch!

This ghost, which had dispersed the mist, revealed its true face, and it was actually an ape demon with a purple-gold body.

This evil ghost only showed a distorted face, and his head was blurred, and at this time, after seeing He Xiaoshi, who was only in the realm of condensation, dared to punch him, his hideous face seemed to show a humanized contempt.

Before the color of contempt could appear, it changed to solemnity, for the fist suddenly turned pale gold and slammed into his head with the sound of wind and thunder.

The ape demon let out a terrible ghostly roar, and then spewed a large black mist towards the pale golden fist, and the black mist instantly condensed into a shield shining with strange runes.

The fist slammed into the shield at all speeds, but it didn't make any sound, because the shield suddenly softened, and then "melted" into a viscous black liquid, which stuck to the fist so firmly that he couldn't move.

The round of clear Tai Chi above his head swirled like a shadow, and then with the power of enough to wipe out the lower spiritual weapon, it slowly fell towards the top of He Xiaoshi's head.

He Xiaoshi struggled hard with the firmly stuck fist, but he didn't move, and he was anxious.

At this moment, a glimmer of realization appeared in his heart.

His aura became ethereal, and two golden runes appeared in his eyes.

He Xiaoshi's eyes were a little dry, and he blinked subconsciously.

Two golden runes flew out of his eyes, one facing upwards towards the falling blue light misty Taiji, and one forward, pressing towards the ape demon.

The two larger runes instantly turned into golden light, as if they were made of the most brilliant Sun Mother Gold, exuding a great power that seemed to suppress the universe.

The golden runes that flew towards the Qingguang Mengmeng Taiji were the "Dao" characters written in the oldest divine scripts, and the golden runes that were pressed towards the ape demons were the "Jing" characters written by the oldest divine scripts.

Tao Sutra!

When the two lights meet, one gold and one blue, the two seem to be of the same origin entangled and torn apart with each other, and finally melt into colorless light, turning into nothingness in mid-air.

And the word "scripture" that fell on the ape demon became the nemesis of the ghost, and the ape demon was just about to escape, and the golden rune fell on him as if it had crossed space.

Golden flames burned, ghostly mist emitted a "beep-beep" burning sound, and a heart-rending, scalp-exploding ghostly scream.

The sound came in an instant, only a few wisps of black mist drifted out, and when the breeze blew, it disappeared without a trace.

All of this is slow to describe, but it actually happened in a very short period of time, at this time, Sun Huang only ran a step away, and the male monk of the Barbarian Ghost Sect wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The monk surnamed the king of Xuanqing Palace, after the Dao Sword was destroyed and the Tai Chi summoned dissipated, his body shook for a while, and the breath on his body turned straight down, he looked at He Xiaoshi with a face full of disbelief, and it seemed that he had not yet reacted from the huge shock that the cyan Tai Chi was worn out.

Of course, he was shocked, because the cyan Tai Chi phantom he summoned was a gift from the master of the Dan period, although it was nothing to show for it.

"You...... It's not a human race......" The female monk of the Barbarian Ghost Sect looked at the pale golden blood that was still immortal after falling to the ground, and said this in disbelief, but she didn't notice that on her otherwise ordinary face, half of her skin was extremely white, and the other half of her skin was wrinkled and yellow.

This nun was wearing a human skin mask.

The nun also noticed the abnormality of the skin on her face, and she did not hesitate to tear it her face, and suddenly revealed a bewitching girlish face.

"You're actually Senior Sister Cuiping!" Li Pingzhi, who was desperately attacking Niu Tiezhu's attack, shouted in disbelief.

He Xiaoshi didn't seem to hear this, his eyes swept over the woman's face, and he rushed forward without saying a word, his body pulled out the remnants of the Dao, and his fists slammed away without reservation, looking merciless.

A black stick smashed lightly, and the monk surnamed Wang, who had not yet recovered from the shock, turned around in horror and was about to resist, but he was seriously injured and still took a step slower, and was directly smashed into his chest by this black stick.

The monk surnamed Wang didn't even make a snort before he died.

At this time, He Xiaoshi's fist had already arrived in front of the female cultivator, this woman was obviously extraordinary in the sect, otherwise there would be no ghost in the foundation realm.

However, this woman's realm is only at the peak of condensation, no matter how many means there are, the most taboo is still being close to the demon clan, not to mention a monster with an extremely strong flesh like He Xiaoshi.

Only heard a few "poofs", blood splattered, flesh and bones flew wildly, this woman could only let out a miserable cry, and was smashed into blood by He Xiaoshi.

The smell was fishy, and a trace of blood flashed in He Xiaoshi's eyes, and then he turned to look at the male monk of the Barbarian Ghost Sect.

As soon as this person was looked at by He Xiaoshi, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, his heart trembled, his lips trembled and he let out a scream, and then he ran towards the door!

Sun Huang, who put away the black stick, was about to pursue, but He Xiaoshi was sure at his feet, pulling out the remnants of the Dao Dao and chasing after him.

Before the male cultivator could run to the door, his head was cut off by He Xiaoshi.

In the middle of the field, only Li Pingzhi was left.