"Boom!"

The immortal yuan power on the platform in the middle of the mountain became stronger and stronger, and the immortal cultivator youth with bone spurs turned the thorns into a sweep to sweep away the tough mud and strong Tibetan soil.

The four rock and soil giants were more than ten zhang tall, with thick arms and hands, and the wind whistled between the waves, smashing on the ancient rock ground with a roaring sound, but not only was it difficult to catch the four people of the White Bone Sect, but the heavy rock and soil bodies were pierced through a round light hole.

Just like Hua Feihua said, the bone spurs held by the people of the White Bone Sect are quite dangerous, and they have reached the point where they are injured when they are touched.

"Are you going to endure it?"

Seeing that Tibetan Tu was gradually disadvantaged in close combat in the face of immortal cultivation, Ji Fan said secretly in his heart.

"Talent, that Meng Zangtu may have majestic strength in his body, but he doesn't have the talent for close combat, not every cultivator is suitable for fighting, many sects take great pains to select and cultivate monks with fighting talent, but the results are often not ideal. Du Jun Taoist paid attention to the Tibetan soil and said calmly.

"That person may not have the ability to fight, but unfortunately, without a solid companion to support him, he may not have the ability to fight alone, but if there is a companion to rely on, he should be stronger. "Ruochen Dao people have a different opinion.

"Jizo Seals Sinking!"

At the same time that Zangtu gave up the ring shovel, his hands had already been quickly sealed, and the flesh and blood mud in his body seemed to erupt, not only rushing towards the young immortal cultivator holding the bone spurs, but even the other four people of the White Bone Sect were also covered by blood and mud.

"No, I can't. ”

Seeing that the Tibetan soil used itself as a law and used a powerful soil method, Ji Fan couldn't help but shake his head.

If the Tibetan soil sacrifices a heavy treasure, Ji Fan feels that there will still be a battle, but he is afraid that he will be taken advantage of by others if he urges the soil law like this.

"There's something strange about that bloody sludge. ”

Hua Feihua sensed that the surging blood mud was absorbing the immortal breath.

"Even if the blood mud is unusual, it is not a good choice to use itself as a magic agent, once the spell is restrained, it is easy to suffer trauma. Ruochen Daoren thought of a piece with Ji Fan.

"The environment of the battle platform is relatively simple, and the conditions for casting the actual law are not good, even if this is thrown, in the face of immortal cultivation, it is not possible without a powerful law agent, and the spells urged by ordinary stone and soil are not enough to pose a threat to these immortal cultivators. Du Junxun is also not very optimistic about the people in Mengjiazhai.

"Why don't you use treasures, are you?" asked Old Qiyutang curiously.

"Because taking out the treasure may not be useful, the spiritual cultivation is not just a super-level battle in the face of immortal cultivation, but a large-level transformation level, the so-called super-level combat power, more or less has a price, not only is it difficult to break out, but it is also easy to cause backlash, yesterday the eighth senior brother snatched other people's ancient treasures for ancient solutions, or the third form, it really scared me, the third form of the storm sword, I am afraid that the immortal cultivator who holds it will not be able to do it. Du Junxun said that later, he couldn't help but glance at Ji Fan.

For the method of sealing and sinking the Tibetan soil that urged the five monks of the White Bone Sect to be submerged, two people in the Mengjiazhai battle group couldn't help but show joy on their faces.

"Buzz!"

The blood mud that drowned the five immortal cultivators of the White Bone Sect turned into a big fist, increasing the power of oppression, but one after another black vines spread out from the blood mud big hands, making Tibetan Tu's expression change suddenly.

The blood mud that gushed out of the Tibetan soil was disconnected and discarded by him, apparently to prevent the black vine from burrowing into his body.

"Death Black Vine!"

Seeing the black vine growing in the big hand of disconnected blood mud, it was like quickly absorbing the nutrients of the big hand of blood mud, making the mud dry up, and the white-haired woman Ruan Qing's eyes were a little strange.

"This black vine of death won't have anything to do with Coffin Mountain, right?" Ji Fan said to the white-haired woman, thinking of the Tree of Death and the Bone Hall in Coffin Mountain.

"There is such a thing in the coffin mountain, but you have to keep going down to reach it. The reason why Ruan Qing has a different color is obviously because she has some associations.

"Lock Immortal!"

Zangtu reached out to his abdomen, and a chain had already stirred out of the blood mud, and rolled towards the dry blood mud hand.

"Zheng!"

A thorn of light erupted from the dry mud hand where the black vine grew, as if it had become an eternity in heaven and earth, and in an instant, it broke the chains of the Tibetan soil with divine patterns.

"Boom!"

Ji Fan stood up from the branches and clouds of the cloud crown tree, like a thorn light that divided and dislocated half the air equally, and sprayed it on a round black ball released by Tibetan soil.

After the fierce piercing light spread, the black ball that was comparable to the height of a person was sprayed by the piercing light, and a dense crack was torn out, and the color of one side was like a burning red soldering iron.

"Master. ”

Hua Feihua didn't stand up calmly for Ji Fan, and even more determined the horror of the stabbing light.

Not only Ji Fan, but also the monks of all forces also showed surprise, feeling that if it weren't for the black ball that was torn apart, they were afraid that the Tibetan soil would be torn apart on the spot.

"Throw in the towel, throw in the towel. ”

Zangtu was obviously frightened too, hiding behind the black ball, pushing the ball with both hands, and howling constantly.

In the five-member battle group of Mengjiazhai, the man standing slightly in front of him was only affected by the diffused thorn light, and his body was already torn apart and annihilated.

However, the stinging light did not spread very far and did not pose a threat to the area around the mid-mountain platform.

"If it weren't for the dimensional space and medium transformation, this blow would have destroyed the entire mid-mountain platform. Ruochen Dao people's gaze fell on the burly figure of the burly immortal cultivator who was revealed after the collapse of the dry mud hand.

The immortal cultivator man in bone armor, holding the sharp bone teeth like a short spear in both hands, exuded a fierce power that made people frightened.

"Is it a tooth apparatus?"

Ji Fan felt that the immortal cultivator man was like holding two tusks, the arc was not large, not only was it extremely sharp, but the tenacity was not even comparable to some heavy treasures.

If Ji Fan's purple lion teeth are immortal objects, then the two bone spurs held by the man's immortal cultivation are antiquities, and the gap is clear at a glance.

The moment he saw the bone spurs of the immortal cultivator man, Ji Fan's eyes were attracted by it.

"It's a good thing because it's fine and tough, but I've experienced a lot of battles, but I don't know how long it can last. Ji Fan didn't think that the pair of bone spurs of the Immortal Cultivator man were something that was difficult to destroy.

Even the immortal chain hammer will still crack, not to mention the bone teeth, in Ji Fan's opinion, the bone teeth of the man's immortal cultivation are similar to the turtle claws he got before, the difference is only that after the baptism of the torrent of years, which thing is closer to the limit of bearing, and it is on the verge of collapse first.

Although the dry blood mud giant hand collapsed, the dead black vines with the texture of a human face remained, expanding and swirling in the middle of the mountain, looking very numb.

After the Tibetan soil admitted defeat, two immortal cultivators from the White Bone Sect wanted to continue to attack, but they were stopped by the burly immortal cultivator man Hengya.

Finding that the immortal cultivator man looked this way, there was a faint hint of provocation in his eyes, and Ji Fan, who had already gotten up on the clouds, couldn't help but smile.

"Is this a response to Ji Fan's performance yesterday?" Ruochen Daoist frowned, he felt that the immortal cultivator man with a pair of bone teeth was dangerous.

"Compared to the victory of the Eighth Senior Brother before, it was much happier, just one blow caused an overwhelming explosion of combat power. Du Junxun, the second senior brother with a short beard, was secretly worried about the next battle.

"Once the treasure is fighting, the direction of the battle situation will be chaotic and unclear, this kind of external combat power is much more terrifying than the monk's own strength. Fat Daoist Ting Yang was even thinking about whether it would be a good choice to let Ji Fan continue to fight.

"The next battle between Fanjiazhai and Yaksha will have to wait until the afternoon. "Ji Fan has seen the lottery ranking of the sect forces on the jade tablet before, and he still has a rough idea of the first round of fighting.

"Do you want to keep watching?"

Ruochen Daoist was not sure what Ji Fan thought, so he asked him.

"Hmm. ”

Ji Fan nodded, if he wanted to continue fighting, he must not underestimate the enemy, especially if he did not understand the forces of the various sects.

The elders of the Que Palace Sect announced the victory of the White Bone Sect battle, and did not mention the death of an immortal cultivator in Mengjiazhai, and responded to what was said before that the winner was the loser and the loser were speechless.

"Compared to the last battle, the White Bone Sect that won this time didn't get anything tangible. Hua Feihua said to Ji Fan.

"If Zangtu hadn't blocked that blow and conceded defeat in time, the five members of the Mengjiazhai War Group would have died, let alone anything. "Ji Fan doesn't think that the burly immortal cultivator man of the White Bone Sect has no killing intent, but now it is only the first* comparison, and most of the major sects and forces are in the stage of testing and estimating.

Desperate, that means fighting to the death, and if something happens, it's hard to bear.

Just like yesterday's battle between the Xuanyue Sect and the Missing Moon Sect, once Ji Fan felt the great danger, he would definitely not spare the lives of Zhong Xiyan and the others.

Similarly, Ji Fan doesn't want to expose too much, the real killer weapon can only be displayed at an important moment, this kind of fighting on the stage is still different from fighting.

"Master, what is the black ball of the dwarf's hidden soil? Hua Feihua saw that the Tibetan soil gradually put away the ball, and asked curiously.

"It seems to be some kind of suppressive pressure, the person who laid the suppression is different, and the pressure is not the same, it may be a ball, it may also be a pillar, or a stone, the purpose is to prevent the leakage of strange breath, and it also has the power to strengthen the seal, and I don't say it is very good. Ji Fan didn't shy away from others, and explained to Hua Feihua.

For the big round ball released by the Tibetan soil, Ji Fan thought of the previous Luo Sheng Shield, in fact, there is not much difference between the two things, the utensils are almost all the same, the key is how to use it.

However, if measured by the power of the heavy treasure, Luo Shengdun is obviously stronger than the big black ball of the Tibetan soil, at least it will not be so stupid.

After the Narasheng shield is cultivated, it is not only more agile, but also able to protect the lord by itself.

"Sure enough, I still can't!"

When the Tibetan land came to Ji Fan, although he said so, his small eyes faintly revealed a sinister ruthlessness.

"You don't look like you've lost your fighting spirit. Ji Fan smiled with the corners of his mouth upturned.

"Do you need help?"

On the face of Tibet's yellow glow, there is dislike and unwillingness to the people of Mengjiazhai.

"You're more suitable for development in the wild, and the fighting platform won't help me much. "Ji Fan is an old acquaintance with Tibetan soil, but the former principle of the members of Sen Luo Dao was to be himself, so he spoke mercilessly.

"I didn't say that I would help you in the fighting platform, and when the time comes, I will also find Di Kai, and set off a catastrophe to destroy the sect's forces. Tibetan Tu's angry words towards Ji Fan made Ruochen and the others a little dumbfounded.

"Even if it were easier, there would be more people, and besides, I will walk in the right path now. Ji Fan pursed his lips, looking like he didn't want to give Tibetan soil, but when he noticed the strange gaze of Ruan Qing and the other Taoists, he pulled the words back.

"Hehe, are you on the right path? Now that you're full, you really dare to say anything, I'm afraid you can't remember how many people you've killed, right? "Tibetan soil exposed Ji Fan's shortcomings in public.

"Get out. ”

Ji Fan's face was hideous, as if he was angry.

"These two guys are demon monks at all. Ruan Qing, the white-haired woman, secretly slandered, feeling that Ji Fan and Zangtu were together and were an extremely shady combination.

"Think about it carefully, take advantage of this Ghoul Domain Battle Competition, and kill all the people of these sect forces, just like before. "The sneering words of Tibetan soil when he left were not like a joke,

"He's got a problem with his brain. ”

After leaving with an evil look on his face, Ji Fan angrily explained to the crowd, but there was not much convincing.