"When a few of us don't exist?!"

Seeing the three Spirit Desperate Realm masters of the Phantom Immortal Sect besieging him, Situ Hui shouted angrily, the heavy hammer in his hand was raised, and the light attribute spiritual power instantly operated, catching up with the three of them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is a body refiner, be careful not to come into close contact with him!" The people of the Phantom Immortal Sect are not stupid, and when they saw Situ Hui's posture, they were also prepared for a long time, and they started a fight with him to avoid being attacked in close quarters.

"Not close? Is there nothing I can do about it?! The lion breaks the hammer, and the holy light shines! ”

The Lionbreaker Hammer flashed with a white light and blasted at the trio. The three of them didn't expect Situ Hui to have this kind of long-range attack, and they were in a hurry to barely resist this blow.

"I'll hold him back, and you guys go and catch the alchemist!"

One of the three of them lit up with emerald green spiritual power, and countless arm-thick vines stretched out from under his feet, wrapping Situ Hui around. Although with his strong body, Situ Hui could still wield a heavy hammer, but he could not perform long-range attacks, nor could he move half a step.

"Leave him alone, the top priority is to catch the alchemist!" Seeing that Situ Hui was controlled, the other two glanced at each other, turned around and rushed towards Wang Sanniu. They didn't know what Situ Hui's close-quarters strength was, so they didn't dare to get close to him easily. Rather than trying to defeat it, it is more important to catch Wang Sanniu.

"Got you!"

One of the two was obviously a wind attribute spiritual power, and he moved extremely fast, and in just a blink of an eye, he came to a few meters beside Wang Sanniu. At this time, the corners of his mouth were already showing a triumphant smile. In his opinion, this seriously injured alchemist could not evade his capture at all.

However, just when his palm was about to catch Wang Sanniu, a cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made him stop his body in an instant, and he didn't dare to move forward. The moment he stopped, a circle of blue flames ignited beside Wang Sanniu, protecting him.

"It's not okay to bully!"

Lan Haoren clasped his hands to his chest and looked at the wind-attributed man. This blue low-temperature flame was naturally the cold fire he released.

During this time, Lan Haoren learned from Zimeng, and he also traveled thousands of miles a day for some of the skills released by the cold fire. In addition, he was originally an elemental energy, and his affinity and sensitivity to cold fire were incomparable to ordinary people, so Zimeng said that if she was at the same level as Lan Haoren's spiritual power, her control of cold fire would probably be less than half of Lan Haoren's.

"Another Cold Fire Mage?!" The man looked at Wang Sanniu, who was protected by cold fire, and understood that if he didn't defeat Lan Haoren, he would not be able to complete the capture. Therefore, he also drew two silver daggers and prepared to compete with Lan Haoren.

"Senior brother, I'll help you!"

The third Spirit Desperate Realm master of the Phantom Immortal Sect also rushed to the battlefield at this time. This is a woman with heavy makeup, a beautiful face, a hot figure, extremely revealing clothes, and the piece of cloth on her left chest is as if it has been torn apart, leaking half of her round plumpness. The small skirt on the lower body is extremely short, as if it can't cover her hips.

"Lan, be careful, that woman has also practiced illusion!"

Xuanyuan, who was fighting against Liao Xian'er, reminded loudly. At the moment when the woman moved, Xuanyuan felt the same strange fluctuations in her body as Liao Xian'er, obviously practicing the same exercises as Liao Xian'er. It's just that judging from her clothes, her exercises must not have been cultivated at home, otherwise she wouldn't have used the way she dresses to enhance her charm ability.

"Illusion? Enchantment? The old man came to understand the strength of your next life, how many catties and taels do you have! ”

Just when Wang Sanniu was about to fight one against two, Li Wancai's fat body suddenly jumped into the battlefield.

"Although I am an alchemist, I am also a cultivator of the Spiritual Desperate Realm. Fight? Hehe, the old man hasn't moved his muscles for more than 20 years......"

"Old fellow, if you don't want to make a fool of yourself, just get out of the way for Miss Ben!"

The woman seemed to look down on Li Wancai a little.

"Girl, the old man is here to teach you today, how to respect the elders!" Li Wancai usually seems to be amiable, but in fact, he is also a person who must repay him. Wang Sanniu and the others, who he had invited to help, encountered an ambush by the Blood God Sect, how could he stand by and watch? Now the woman looked down on him again, which aroused his anger.

"Fire Lock!"

Li Wancai's fat body trembled violently, and two flame chains shot out of his hands, directly locking the woman's legs, making it difficult for her to move.

"Little girl, the old man has played with more fire in his life than you have ever seen, if you look down on me, you can try it!"

Li Wancai said as he lifted the fire chain of one hand. At this moment, the woman's legs split apart in an instant, and she sat on the ground fiercely.

"Senior sister!"

When the wind attribute man saw it, his face changed greatly, and the two daggers were held horizontally in front of his chest, and he rushed towards Li Wancai. But how could Lan Haoren give him a chance? Countless cold fire meteors fell, suppressing his figure in a range, and he could only be forced to defend, making it difficult to attack.

The masters of the Spiritual Desperate Realm made a move, and the five Treasure Desperate Realm cultivators naturally rushed up. What they faced was Li Wancai's two disciples, as well as ...... Zi Ling, who looked like he was only seven or eight years old.

Those two fourth-level alchemists are both treasure peerless realm strengths, and it is not difficult for each to block one. As for the purple spirit's side, relying on the seventh-level peak Netherworld Purple Fire, he planned to fight one against three. Her strength is now at the peak of the treasure desperate realm, and her strength is okay, but her combat experience is a little lacking. Therefore, Xuanyuan also planned to summon a spirit attendant to help his daughter.

"Little one, Uncle is here to help you!"

Just when Zi Meng and Xuanyuan were worried about Zi Ling, Qin Yi suddenly stood behind Zi Ling.

"Ling'er, listen to Uncle Qin's command!" Xuanyuan was relieved when he saw Qin Yi make a move. Although a seventh-level soothsayer has not a high spiritual power, as long as Qin Yi is there, even a master of the Spiritual Desperate Realm has nothing to hide in front of him, so it is more than enough to deal with these few treasure desperate realms. What's more, how could a seventh-level soothsayer not have a few talisman spiritual weapons?

"Let go of your mind, my soul sensing and foresight will guide your spiritual power, you just need to remember not to waste every ounce of spiritual power!"

Qin Yi's soul power spread out, directing the attack and defense of the purple spirit. He didn't directly instruct Zi Ling on how to attack and defend, but Zi Ling, with Qin Yi's help, seemed to be able to feel the next move of the three of them. Knowing the opponent's next move, it will be countless times easier to dodge, defend and even attack. With just a few switches of attack and defense, the flames of the purple spirit had already injured the three treasure peerless realm cultivators.