He didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and continued to raise the wooden stick in his hand in mid-air, drawing a gourd and throwing it into the distance.

Then disappear again, shrinking the ground into inches and moving to the position of the stick.

This area shrouded in white fog cannot perceive the power of heaven and earth, and the spell of shrinking the ground into inches cannot be used normally like the outside world, so it must find another way.

This dragon grammar technique is to obtain the position of the power of heaven and earth at the target location, and then rely on its own strength to get in touch with the power of heaven and earth at the target location, and teleport yourself over.

So Zheng Qiu left a little divine power on the wooden stick he thrown, and used the divine power to mark the location of the shrinking ground into inch spell.

Relying on this method, he threw the stick four times in a row, and then caught up with the crowd that was swarming for the divine weapon.

At this time, a battle had broken out in the crowd, and the light of various colors was flying wildly, so that people could not raise their heads.

What kind of demon righteousness, what kind of friendly sect, what kind of marriage faction, at this time are all empty words.

Each family wanted to grab the divine soldiers, and at the same time, they also had to stop others, and together with the cultivators within a sect, they also began to compete with each other.

As they got closer to the top of the mountain, the battle became more and more intense, and the cultivators had to press the streamer and descend into the trees to fight and climb.

Even those God Realm cultivators couldn't rush to the top of the mountain in one go, and they also fell into the forest and fought all the way up in this sword light and sword shadow.

Bang, Zheng Qiu was hit by a dark purple energy bombardment in mid-air, colliding with a large handful of shimmering clouds, like a ceremonial flower blooming.

His momentum towards the top of the hill was interrupted in an instant, and he tumbled into the woods, breaking four or five trees with a clatter.

Shaking off the black mud from his hands, he immediately stood up and shook his head to drive the dizziness away.

The powerful bombardment hit the chin just now, but it did not break through the dragon entangled gold seal on the surface of the skin, and did not cause any damage.

But the impact of the energetic bombardment could not be completely blocked, making Zheng Qiu's head dizzy, as if he had been punched hard.

He looked around, but he couldn't find the cultivator who had attacked him just now, because there were fights everywhere, and there was light released by cultivators everywhere.

With a bang, a sword light flew from the left side, slashing at the big tree behind Zheng Qiu, and piercing the trunk through a hole the size of a bowl.

Before the third breath had passed, another pile of gravel flew from the right front, forcing Zheng Qiu to jump sideways to dodge.

"Oh my God, how did it look like this!"

Zheng Qiu complained, and then urged his energy to rush up the steep hillside, moving left and right as he went, dodging the attacks that flew around and who didn't know who was sending them.

After a few steps, a big tree in front of him fell suddenly, and dozens of peach-sized powerful projectiles flew towards him with a figure.

Zheng Qiu stepped sideways to dodge, and the man turned over to dodge the qi projectile despite the muddy ground.

The man was already red-eyed, regardless of whether Zheng Qiu on the side was the opponent just now, he directly roared and swung his knife to slash.

"Crazy?"

Zheng Qiu frowned slightly, broke off a thin branch from the fallen tree, and injected a lot of energy into it to smash down on the man's head.

"Mu Qianjun!"

The branches of the tree were rapidly enlarged by the force of energy, and became a three-foot-long stick full of young leaves and twisted.

And that's not all, as the tip of the stick grows rapidly as if it were blowing, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a giant wooden block the size of a carriage.

Overhead, shadows shrouded him, and the man picked up his knife without thinking, screaming to split the giant tree.

This person's cultivation is quite high, and the dazzling light of the Qi Glory Realm on his body is very strong, and he splits the huge wooden block from the stick with one sword, and the second knife also splits it in half.

Bang, bang, two giant trees landed at the man's feet, splashing a large pile of mud.

Zheng Qiu did not show disappointment, his right hand turned the wooden stick behind his back, his left hand stretched out three fingers to the front dot, and then instantly clenched his fist.

"Wooden coffin!"

There seemed to be an invisible suction force between the two giant trees, which suddenly closed towards the center, holding the man in it.

At the same time, the gaps between the giant trees quickly disappeared and merged back into one, as if they had never been cut open.

Zheng Qiu raised his foot and kicked on the giant wagon-like tree, causing it to roll down the hillside.

This cultivator's strength is good, even if he is sealed in the wooden coffin, his life will not be in danger, but he will not be able to get out for a while.

Papapa, pa, before he could catch his breath, his back was hit by a series of powerful projectiles.

The Qi Jin projectiles exploded one after another, completely tearing apart the clothes on the back waist, but the projectiles were limited in power and could not penetrate the Dragon Entwining Golden Seal.

The impact of the projectile couldn't even shake Zheng Qiu's body.

The clothes were partially destroyed by Mo Junrong and Hong Xiaohuan before, and now they are partially destroyed by the Qi Jin Projectile.

Zheng Qiu scolded angrily: "Which bastard? Damage people's clothes, ruin people's faces, there are rules for fighting, don't you understand." ”

He simply tore off the clothes on his upper body, and tied the seed bag in his sleeve, the empty bottle in the placket, and the porcelain bottle containing the grass fairy to his belt.

As soon as he finished doing all this, the direction from which the Qi Jin Projectile flew came out, a cultivator in metal clothes burst out.

The whole body is wrapped in close-fitting metal armor, and even the head and face are 100% covered by metal armor.

Zheng Qiu recognized this, this was the magic weapon clothes of Qianqi Silver Castle, and the cultivators in that clothes should also be from Qianqi Silver Castle.

On the light blue metal mask, the pair of magic weapon eyes that shone like lampstones looked at Zheng Qiu.

Then the left arm was raised into a fist, and the metal armor at the forearm position suddenly opened, and a metal tube the thickness of an index finger stretched out from it, and a small rectangular box was attached to the back of the thin metal tube.

"...... this?"

Dada, a series of sounds breaking through the air interrupted Zheng Qiu's thinking.

Qi projectiles erupted from the metal pipe, increasing in the air to the size of a peach pit, pouring down on Zheng Qiu like a torrential rain.

"Understood, this thing is a portable rain flute, the signature magic weapon of Qianqi Silver Castle.

It can quickly fire a large number of powerful projectiles, forming a stormy attack, relying on the number to attack the opponent. ”

It seemed that this Thousand Wonder Silver Castle cultivator didn't know that he could resist the projectile with his physical body.

Although the physical body can rely on the dragon entangled golden seal to resist, Zheng Qiu doesn't want his clothes to be cleaned and climbs to the top of the mountain naked.

He raised the stick, injected his strength and swept towards the opponent.

He cursed, "Put down your thing!"

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The powerful projectiles slammed wildly into the suddenly enlarged wooden blocks, and with the sound of explosions, splinters of wood flew all over the sky.

The block was peeled off layer after layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was so large that it couldn't be blown clean even if it hit in front of you.

Boom, it was like a wooden mallet smashing a gong, and with a crisp sound, the whole person of the Thousand Strange Silver Castle cultivator was smashed and flew into the distance.

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