The horror, doubt, and uneasiness in Yu Baimei's heart at this moment were intertwined with regret.

He looked at Zhao Junyu with his hands on his chest, watching the excitement on the side.

Why did this son know about this mechanism, and why didn't those Yellow Turban wrestlers attack him...... Why is this son so weird......

These questions kept flashing back and forth in his mind, and as the saying goes, most of people's fears come from the unknown.

But after all, Yu Baimei has been cultivating for nearly 10,000 years, and his brain is excited.

Make a decision and retreat!

He must get out of this gravitational field immediately, otherwise his mana will be depleted at more than ten times the usual rate, and he will be exhausted to death if he continues like this!

Yu Baimei's figure disappeared in a flash, but in the next second, Peng!

His figure fell out of the space mezzanine not far away.

looked at Zhao Junyu who stopped him with a punch in front of him with an incredulous expression.

At this time, where did the other party have the embarrassment of being chased and killed by himself just now, and the mana did not continue to vomit blood and strong crossbow, but was fierce and high-spirited!

Zhao Junyu's face was pale, his arms and fists were several times larger, glowing with a crystal jade color!

The thirteenth flesh body of the Vientiane Body Refining Technique is already crystal clear!

He punched one punch after another, and with a sharp whistling that crushed the air, his fist rained down on Yu Baimei!

"Look for death!"

Yu Baimei's twin swords swung out, and they collided with Zhao Junyu's crystal fist.

Qiang, dangchang!

He took a few steps back, and the look of horror on his face intensified.

This son just punched and didn't use mana, but his physical body was so terrifying that his long sword spirit treasure infused mana couldn't even hurt the other party!

At this juncture, Zhao Junyu's huge fists slammed over like machine guns.

After several hard encounters in a row, Yu Baimei retreated to the gravity field, and those intractable yellow turban wrestlers surrounded him again.

"If you keep fighting, the old man will be dragged to death here!"

Yu Baimei's sword qi swept away, and dozens of yellow turban wrestlers were swept into flying ashes, but he was already extremely frightened in his heart at the moment, his mana operation was becoming more and more difficult, and the mobilization of the true yuan was becoming more and more obscure!

The body is getting heavier!

At that moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

The other party didn't use mana, only with his physical body, and those yellow turban wrestlers didn't have mana, and only fought with physical strength!

After all, he was an old monster in the middle of the Mahayana period, and he immediately understood.

Hurriedly hid his breath and no longer used a trace of mana, just like a mortal!

Sure enough, the Yellow Turban wrestlers who were besieging him stopped one by one.

As if he had lost his goal, he stood on the spot.

I see! This forbidden land mechanism, as long as the intruder's body has mana fluctuations, this group of yellow turban wrestlers will attack the intruder.

On the contrary, if you don't send out true element fluctuations and don't use mana, this group of yellow turban wrestlers will become blind clay sculptures and wood carvings!

"It's too late!"

At this time, Zhao Junyu sneered and flew over, his mana was not visible, and the true yuan did not move, but the sharp and hard fist was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and a punch slammed in!

"Too much deception!"

Yu Baimei shouted angrily, if he didn't use his mana, as a Mahayana monk, although his physical body had also reached a terrifying level, it was still much worse than a body refiner of the same level, especially the perverted guy opposite, who crushed himself even more in terms of physical strength!

His milky white twin swords swung like the wind, sealing Zhao Junyu's raindrop-like fist shadow.

But Yu Baimei has been famous for a long time, although the martial arts were not bad back then, but the martial arts he practiced still need to be infused with true yuan, and after cultivating to a certain level, it is more about fighting methods, and you can distinguish the winner from the winner in three or two clicks, how many years have it not been like a street fight!

Bang!

Zhao Junyu easily broke through his sword net and knocked him away with a single punch.

Yu Baimei spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his heart was furious, he hadn't been beaten like this for many years!

"Go!" he pointed a point, and a white light burst out from his big sleeve, and made a buzzing sound, only to see a long black whip, like a poisonous snake, towards Zhao Junyu.

Hmph! Zhao Junyu's crystal big hand changed his fist into a claw, but he still didn't use his mana, and grabbed this long whip at once!

The long black whip struggled in his hand, but he just couldn't break free.

"Not good. Yu Baimei was shocked in his heart, his black long whip could easily turn a high mountain into powder, although the mana was insufficient at this moment, but the other party's body was too terrifying to catch it directly.

While he was still in shock, the Yellow Turban wrestlers around him felt his mana fluctuations and besieged him again.

In this way, he had no choice but not to use mana, but once this was the case, Zhao Junyu attacked again.

He was not Zhao Junyu's opponent with his physical strength alone, so he had to use mana again, but as soon as he used mana, the Yellow Turban Lux attacked endlessly, this is a contradiction, a fatal contradiction!

After several battles, Yu Baimei had vomited blood many times in a row, and his injuries in his body continued to worsen, and his heart was extremely aggrieved.

What scared him even more was that the vague thoughts before began to become clearer and clearer.

This son must be the reincarnation of an old monster of the Underworld Sect back then, otherwise it would be impossible to understand the rules here and have such a deep scheming!

"Senior, I have no eyes to offend my seniors, and I also ask my seniors to be magnanimous and let me go, and I am willing to recognize my seniors as the master and help my seniors recover their cultivation as soon as possible!" Yu Baimei begged for mercy in a low voice.

However, Zhao Junyu turned a deaf ear, and the offensive of his fists became even more aggressive.

His secret has already been partially discovered by the other party, and with his cultivation he has not yet had the confidence to control a Mahayana monk, the best way is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Boom...... The strong qi explosion was mixed with Yu Baimei's desperate screams, which resounded all around.

..................

Zhao Junyu cautiously approached the center of the underground palace in the direction of his memory.

It had been a whole day since Yu Baimei was removed, and the underground palace had returned to its lifeless and gloomy condition.

Although there was still a limit to the power of the magic circle here, the battle between him and Yu Baimei was so loud that it was impossible for the other few people not to be aware of it if they were in the main hall.

And from beginning to end, until he blew up Yu Baimei's body, neither Ji Yuquan, nor Mu Huaigu, Mu Qianqian appeared.

There are two possibilities, one is that they are also in trouble, and the other is that the movement just now was artificially covered up.

Since entering the Absolute Demon Valley, which is also the Mintian Valley in the previous life.

Zhao Junyu always felt like something was being watched.

It's a bad feeling.

......

And at this time, the depths of the underground palace, the central part.

On a vast hall, there were layers of corpses lying all over the ground, including those of demons and monks.

The aura of evil here is the strongest, and the viciousness is also the most violent.

A rusty and quaint long sword, the tip of the sword was suspended straight down in the main hall.

It seems to validate the endless years.

In the corner of the main hall, Ji Yuquan fell to the ground, and he didn't know what to do.

He obviously couldn't bear the poison as soon as he entered the main hall, and fainted directly, if he didn't take measures, it wouldn't be long before he would turn into a corpse.

"Senior, you said that as long as I take you to the core area of the Absolute Demon Valley, you will let me and Qianqian go!"

At this time, not far from the suspended long sword, Mu Huaigu was half-kneeling on the ground, staring at him with a look of anger and resentment, his great-great-granddaughter, that is, that Mu Qianqian, but only the two of them knew that this Mu Qianqian was going to be put in quotation marks.

"Tsk, are they all as naïve as you in the late Mahayana period of this era?"

"Mu Qianqian" said with a weird smile on her beautiful face, and said in a hoarse voice, which made people shudder.

Everyone, I'm home!

(End of chapter)