Seeing that Eighteen was seriously injured, those guards of the caravan couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and their eyes were full of murder, although Eighteen's strength was only at the middle and lower level among their guards, but they were also the guards of the Xiahou family, and their own brothers were beaten like this, so they naturally wouldn't let that person go!

Eighteen was forced to accept Yan Moyu's spatial shock, and was beaten to the point that he was almost left with only one breath, and his body was almost completely annihilated!

"He's not dead yet!"

Yan Moyu couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart for that person's tenacious vitality. After he stepped into the half-golden immortal realm, his strength increased by a thousand times, and the power of this spatial shock was also incomparable, it shouldn't be a problem to wipe out a half-golden immortal monk, but what made him not modern was that the man named eighteen actually survived!

"There are two hits!"

The man riding the Ink-Scaled Golden-Eyed Beast looked at Yan Moyu and smiled coldly.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the long sword on the man's waist flicked, and a sword light that was extremely fast slashed at Yan Moyu's body, and half of Yan Moyu's body was chopped to pieces!

However, the real danger of this sword is not limited to this, but the sword light left in Yan Mo Yu's body, at the moment of the explosion, a burst of blood rain appeared in the sky!

Yan Moyu's body slowly condensed, and the power of the birth seal made him immortal in this sword, but he had already been injured to the point of vitality!

This is the fastest sword Yan Moyu has ever seen, the Da Moke sword he has seen before may be stronger than this sword, but it is far inferior to this sword in terms of speed, from this point alone, plus the opponent's sword is enough to crush his body, pay attention to the fact that this man's strength is unfathomable!

"How is it possible, he can not die after receiving a sword from his eldest brother!"

The man with the leather whip looked at Yan Moyu in surprise, a little unable to believe his eyes!

"A slave can be so powerful, big brother, I'm afraid this kid's backstage is not simple!"

The man with the leather whip couldn't help but frown.

"It's not easy to have such strength after cultivating for less than a thousand years, but since you have become a slave of my Xiahou family, no matter what your identity was before, you have only one identity now, and that is the slave of my Xiahou family! Iron Spear Bunkers, take him down for me! ”

The man riding the Ink-Scaled Golden-Eyed Beast snorted disdainfully.

Hearing this order, dozens of iron spears immediately rose into the air, each of them possessed the strength of the peak of the half-golden immortal realm, which was more than one grade stronger than the eighteenth spear that Yan Moyu was seriously injured before!

"Boom!"

Yan Moyu flicked the spear in his hand, a milky white light struck, and the armor on the iron spears was suddenly shattered, and their fate was similar to that spear eighteen, and the flesh tempered for thousands of years could not resist this powerful force at all, and even the artifact-level spears in their hands were annihilated under this force.

"This kid is so powerful, that milky white halo seems to have the power of annihilation!"

The man with the whip frowned again.

"A slave like this is worth a good price."

The man on the black-scaled golden-eyed beast smiled coldly.

The Iron Spear Crowd formed a formation again, and a group of six surrounded Yan Moyu in the center.

"Holy Power Wuji!"

Yan Moyu snorted coldly, he knew that today's affairs could not be good, and he had to break through the encirclement of these people as soon as possible, and the man who made him most jealous had not yet made a move.

At the same time as the white flames rose, Yan Moyu's cultivation also crossed from the half-golden immortal realm to the senior half-golden immortal realm, and within just one breath, Yan Moyu's cultivation actually crossed a big realm!

"I really can't underestimate him, he actually understands this secret method."

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the man riding on the Ink-Scaled Golden-Eyed Beast.

"Amazing!"

On Yan Moyu's palm, the blood god qi condensed, and a blood-colored giant axe fell from the sky!

"It's a great supernatural power, be careful to resist!"

The iron spear people were shocked, this is a great power, and the power is so amazing!

"Bang!"

The Iron Lancers raised their spears and stabbed at the blood-colored axe in the sky.

However, almost at the same time, the thirty-six iron spears vomited blood, the artifact spear in their hands was crushed by the giant axe, and their bodies flew upside down

Defeating thirty-six iron spears in one move, Yan Moyu's strength undoubtedly increased by several notches.

After surviving the half-golden immortal tribulation and becoming a real half-golden immortal, the difference between those who have not yet entered the realm of golden immortals is now vividly displayed on Yan Moyu's body, before stepping into the realm of half-golden immortals, although Yan Moyu has a strong strength comparable to that of a monk in the half-golden immortal realm, but his strength is definitely not so amazing.

After entering the half-golden immortal realm, the great magic power of the devil's axe can be regarded as exerting its true power in his hands.

"Humph, rubbish!"

The man with the leather whip was furious, the iron spears of the Xiahou family were defeated, and it was by a hairy boy who had not dried up, how could he feel comfortable?

"A senior half-golden immortal powerhouse who has been promoted by secret methods, then I, Xiahou Bailian, will come to meet you!"

Xiahou Bailian snorted and was ready to make a move.

However, there was one person who was faster than Xiahou Bailian, and he saw a dark green figure flashing, a pair of huge claws had already clasped Yan Moyu's shoulder, and a long sword pointed straight at Yan Moyu's head.

Fast, it's too fast, the speed of this ink-scaled golden-eyed beast is so fast that Yan Moyu was captured without even having time to react.

"The courage is not small, and the strength is not weak, but you are a slave of my Xiahou family, how can you let you escape casually!"

Xiahou Baizhan snorted.

The corners of Yan Moyu's mouth curled, and at the same time, the bodies of Xiahou Baizhan and his Ink-Scaled Golden-Eyed Beast suddenly floated up, and Yan Moyu followed the figure with a flash, turning into thousands of streamers and disappearing into the sky.

"Yin and Yang Magnetic Chain, it should be able to trap him for a while!"

Yan Moyu thought secretly in his heart.

"Trapping me?"

Xiahou Baizhan smiled coldly, swept the back of the sword, and Yan Moyu's body was suddenly slapped away.

"Click!"

The Iron Spear Crowd, who had been waiting for a long time, hung a shackle made of rock on Yan Moyu's body, and locked his hands and feet.

Xiahou Baizhan, who was riding the Ink-Scaled Golden-Eyed Beast, smiled coldly and said, "This is a lock refined by the Divine Forbidden Stone, and it can be regarded as your glory if you can be held by this lock." ”

Yan Moyu tried to struggle, but he found that the Blood God Gang Qi in his body was suppressed by a magical force, and without the Blood God Gang Qi, it would be impossible for him to escape at all.

Those slaves looked at Yan Moyu with great admiration, there were not no slaves who wanted to escape, but none of them were as fierce as Yan Moyu, who defeated dozens of iron spears with the strength of one person, and in the end, if it wasn't for Xiahou Baizhan to make a move, maybe he really escaped.

In the eyes of these slaves, Yan Moyu's defeat to Xiahou Baizhan is not a shameful thing, Xiahou Baizhan is a rising star of the Xiahou family, it is said that he is already a cultivator with the title of immortal, and losing to him is of course a normal thing.

Even if Yan Moyu had a secret method to improve his cultivation just now, it was not easy to improve his cultivation from an ordinary half-golden immortal to a senior half-golden immortal, and he was immortal, don't be kidding.

"Brother, what kind of place is this?"

Yan Moyu couldn't help but ask the people around him.

The strength of these monks is really a little outrageous, not to mention the Xiahou Baizhan who is titled Half Golden Immortal, the guards of those caravans have the lowest strength and are also half-Golden Immortal realm cultivation, some leaders are even senior half-Golden Immortal cultivation, and even among these detained slaves, there are also half-golden immortal level existences.

When did a half-golden immortal level monk become so cheap, full of streets, and even slaves, before that, this was something that Yan Moyu couldn't even think of.

It's a pity that these slaves don't know what this place is, and as for the guards of the Xiahou family, they won't give Yan Moyu a good look at all at all, and the result is that as soon as Yan Moyu opened his mouth to ask, he was hit on the head with a stick.

Fortunately, after the baptism of the Half-Golden Immortal Tribulation, or even the Extinction Tribulation, Yan Moyu's body is now much stronger than before, and he doesn't care if he is beaten with a stick or two.

But when he saw what he was eating, Yan Moyu couldn't bear it, and the black thing all night still emitted a foul smell, which even made Yan Moyu a little suspicious, whether it would be some kind of animal feces.

Just give this food?

Yan Moyu couldn't help but roll his eyes, he was also a half-golden immortal powerhouse, how could he eat such a thing?

However, seeing these guys around him who were trying to gobble up, Yan Moyu could only shake his head helplessly, and threw this bowl of black things aside, anyway, the monks of the Half Golden Immortal Realm would not die if they didn't eat, as long as he had enough Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, then he would have no problem even if he didn't eat for the rest of his life.

But Yan Moyu misjudged the unscrupulousness of this Xiahou family caravan, and set off at a slight dawn, and walked for a whole month before stopping, even if Yan Moyu was able to absorb the aura of heaven and earth all the time to replenish his own consumption, but consuming it for a month in a row also made Yan Moyu feel a little unbearable.

After appearing here, the five-color true dragon armor never made a sound, and the impression of Yan Moyu with the five-color true dragon armor was simply impossible, but it happened, which means that the five-color true dragon armor was afraid of someone in this caravan.

Is Xiahou a hundred battles?

Yan Moyu boldly guessed in his heart that Xiahou Baizhan is immortal cultivation is indeed fearful, but Yan Moyu still thinks that it is unlikely, maybe the guy who is really afraid of the five-color true dragon armor is probably the person sitting in the carriage.

Yan Moyu noticed that when the figure in the carriage was eating, the coercion emanating from the carriage made him shudder, it was definitely a strong man, a strong man who was even more terrifying than Xiahou Baizhan.