Five, too reluctantly. Miao Qianqian frowned beside her, "If it weren't for Mr. Meng's rumor dragon tattoo on his back, it would be regarded as helping to resist a demon chong, which is equivalent to a dozen or four in front of him, but I'm afraid it would have been ...... long ago."

I was silent.

In fact, Demon Chong is indeed much weaker than immortals.

If a mature immortal may not be able to defeat four enemies, but he has just become an immortal and has not yet become familiar with his own strength, it is the weakest moment, and it is also the best time for the people of the rivers and lakes of the past generations to take the opportunity to encircle and suppress them.

At present, it depends on how long Mr. Meng can hold on and whether he can hold on until Ye Wenjie becomes an immortal!

However, it is obvious that although Mr. Meng is extremely miserable, he was frantically besieged by the five demon worshippers and spurted blood, which can barely support him for a while......

After all, he was in his prime, and even if he was miserable, it was impossible for him to be killed so quickly.

And the ones who really couldn't hold on first were the two grandmasters who had been struggling to support each other for a long time and were fighting one against two.

If they also fall, then Mr. Meng will face a desperate situation of one against nine!

"It's hard, it's too hard......"

I took a deep breath.

As the philistine said, the hole cards played in front of him seemed shocking, but they also completely squeezed out the power that can be found in the entire world of today's yin people.

In front of him, the basic hole cards have been played, but in exchange, only nine demon chongs have been killed......

In fact, under the head-on hostility, one Demon Chong can destroy a large number of rivers and lakes in various eras, and killing nine in front of him is already an unprecedented feat!

But there are more than 30 of them, and the gap is too big!

Mr. Meng is fighting to the death with one enemy and five deaths here, and further away, Li Dian and Shi Qiaoli are supporting to the death.

They want to delay a little longer, and they know the point.

Li Dian is almost crazy here! His white hair fluttered wildly, like a comet striking, a large black mist exploded, and his own Sun Wandering God quickly collapsed.

Punch to the flesh!

Bajiquan, shock and jumping, vividly embodied, one move and one style, natural, almost Tao, much stronger than when I fought before.

It's just a competition, and in front of you, it's a life-and-death struggle.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded again.

Li Dian took a few steps back, and the day tour god was completely hazy, "No, I can't hold on, I've dragged it to the limit, and if I go any further, I'm just afraid that I will ......."

He struggled to get up, looked at the sky, and swallowed his saliva with a difficult desire, "Didn't I practice martial arts at the beginning just to see the peak scenery?" How strong is my martial arts? ”

"I've been waiting, too long, too long." He muttered, almost choked with sobs, and stood in place, his momentum slowly brewing, "The Republic of China era abandoned martial arts, aging to this day, I didn't expect that I could see the peak scenery again, this is already ...... It's the pinnacle, right? ”

"Yes, the place where the devil is should be the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes throughout the ages."

Li Yin whispered, as if he was self-confirming his Dao, his momentum continued to expand, as if his blood was about to burn, and his eyes bloomed with fierce battle intent.

"Can I do it? I've never seen my strongest punch, do you want to try it......"

Li Yan lowered his head, and suddenly, the low laughter suddenly gradually expanded, "Of course!" After waiting for a lifetime, other old friends went first, leaving me alone, and I was ready for a lifetime, all at this time! ”

Hahahaha!

His laughter resounded throughout the world, and his daily wandering skin's skin quickly spread a faint white gold, and the hazy white mist soul body carried light gold, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness and purity.

"Jump for me!"

Burst!!!

A white-gold yang aura rose into the sky.

The Yin people who were watching under the entire mountain forest were suddenly shocked.

"Spirit condensation, martial immortal-" For a moment, Shi Qiaoli turned his head in the midst of the fierce fight, as if he saw the shadow of those legendary martial arts masters, the queen of enlightenment.

Li Yan pointed forward with a punch.

Rumble!!!

A pale and violent yang qi surged towards the two Demon Chong, and with a sharp scream, the two Demon Chong quickly cracked, shattered, shattered, and disappeared without a trace.

The entire land had already been burned to death by Demon Chong's Heavenly Yin Qi and Demon Qi, and the plants withered.

But wherever Li secretly swung his fist, the withered grass and trees on the ground faintly showed a little green.

It was not the resurrection of dead plants and trees, but the huge yang energy with vitality, so that the plant seeds hiding under the ground were slightly spawned and sprouted.

There are wildfires that burn inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again.

"It's terrible yang...... This punch. ”

Everyone looked at it from afar, swallowing their throats dryly, and the fleeting picture was really amazing.

Li Dian didn't care about this, the originally transparent Riyou God was completely hazy, he slowly leaned against a dead tree next to him, and his eyes crossed the gray clouds, as if he saw the most glorious period of the Republic of China.

"The invincible ambition of a lifetime is carried out in it, and this punch is enough for this life." He turned his head to look at the trajectory left by the punch, which was the way of his life, and raised a faint smile.

Crash.

A breeze blew.

There was no more phantom of Grandmaster Li Yan next to the dead wood, only the soil under the dead tree that he relied on, the seeds sprouted, and a green jade stamen broke through the dead soil and swayed slowly in the wind.

"Old Grandmaster, Li Yan is also gone......"

Countless Yin people were completely silent, what happened on this day was too unacceptable!

Many of the veteran grandmasters present had been taken care of by this retired old man, and had received a lot of great favors from this kind old grandmaster.

"Congratulations on the death of Great Grandmaster Li Yan!"

Countless yin people murmured, knelt on the ground, sobbing incessantly, and the distant mournful sound resounded through the mountains and forests again.

……

On the other side, Shi Qiaoli looked at the large mourning from afar.

"You can't hold it out, and I can't hold it out...... It is necessary to divide a winner and loser, otherwise, it will not be killed. Shi Qiaoli held a stick in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "At first sight, if you and I knew each other earlier, and that interesting person is even Chen." ”

"The three of us ......" His smile gradually converged, and the insolent color became more and more intense, and the arrogant dancing stick suddenly jumped up slightly.

Moment.

Bang!!

Thunder exploded.

A huge golden stick flashed and rose into the sky, stirring the entire heavenly dome, as if it was about to pierce a piece of heaven.

In an instant, the golden light was extinguished, and the silence of the entire mountain forest dimmed, and after a flash of golden light, the two demon worshippers who were fighting against them had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

It's bland, it's unremarkable, and it gives people an unbelievable sense of astonishment.

Mo Chong is dead.

"The two, everything that can be done has been done to the best, and the rest will be left to you......" Shi Qiaoli's body became more and more hazy, more and more without outline, and it looked at the eastern sky from afar, as if looking through the clouds and mist, looking at the heavenly court.

Suddenly, a sentence seemed to linger in my ears again: The Great Sage is going west, if he never returns......

It was dumbfounded, and suddenly it laughed in a complicated way.

"Bai Min really wants to see you one last time."

A breeze blows, the hazy silhouette disappears completely, and this folk myth that has been sung for 400 years finally falls into the mountains of Sichuan, which is rarely visited.

……

At the same time, there was a lot of breath.

"Time, it's enough."

The breath of the second immortal was completely conceived, and then turned his head to look, Ye Wenjie, who was meditating cross-legged, completely withered, died of old age, his skin and flesh were dry and black, his skin and bones were covered with bones, and he turned into a dead corpse, like an old monk in the deep mountains, sitting in place.

But the vitality of the dead corpse is getting more and more intense.

"Ye, Wen, Jie!" The mediocre man turned his head suddenly, as if he was aware of it, and his face became solemn in vain.

Suddenly, her body withered and collapsed, her flesh and skin dead and her bones tarnished and turned gray and shattered into a heap, leaving only an empty piece of clothing.

"Menghe!"

Ye Wenjie let out a low roar.

"Tu An Dao lend me, Tu Xian!" Mr. Meng roared.

Miao Qianqian did not hesitate at all, and stretched out her hand to throw it.

Mr. Meng caught the knife, quickly walked in front of the dead corpse, and reached out to cut two wounds on his waist.

Large slabs of blood were dripping.

The immortal immortal transformed by Ye Wenjie, the two little kidneys jumped lightly and jumped into Mr. Meng's body.

Call!!

Mr. Meng's momentum rose suddenly.

"You ......" the mediocre man's face was lowered, and he had been calm before, but at this time, for the first time, he showed a look of surprise, "is it another calculation?" ”

Mr. Meng strode forward, and in his mouth, the overlapping murmur of him and Ye Wenjie sounded.

"Today's sermon is to preach immortality for the yin people in the world! Continuing with the Tao now, this is the third way! It's just that this road is an evil road, and it can't be used unless it is absolutely necessary! ”