Jing Gongzi killed his temperament, the True Immortal Hammer in his hand continued to release violent fluctuations of Yuan force, and where his body passed, pieces of houses collapsed, landslides and rocks cracked, although there were many monks of the Shadow Moon Sword Sect, but his cultivation was not high, and Jing Gongzi was a median great sage after all, and there were more divine weapons in his hands, which could be regarded as a tiger entering the flock, and there was no enemy under his command.

Jing Gongzi kept rushing forward to kill, and in a moment, a tall building appeared in front of him, and he didn't think about it, so he raised his hand and threw out the True Immortal Hammer that had reached its peak.

The True Immortal Hammer was wrapped in a deafening whistling sound, smashing into the tall building, the hammer light was not yet close, and countless small cracks had appeared on the surface of the tall building, and when the True Immortal Hammer hit the tall building, the entire tall building collapsed.

At this moment, a white figure swept up from the burst of smoke and dust, and slapped a palm on the halo of the True Immortal Hammer, and the True Immortal Hammer let out a roar of gold and iron, and flew backwards backwards.

The white figure swept up again, his right palm swung out one after another, hitting the halo of the True Immortal Hammer again and again, the halo emitted by the True Immortal Hammer was shaking violently, and in the distance, Jing Gongzi couldn't help but staggered back two steps, opening his mouth and spitting blood.

There is an unequal symbiotic relationship between the monk and the magic weapon, if the monk is killed, the magic weapon may be safe and sound, but if the magic weapon is damaged, the monk will definitely be injured.

Because when a monk is refining a magic weapon, he will always over-give part of his cultivation to the magic weapon, otherwise the refining will not be successful, and the damage to the magic weapon will inevitably affect the monk's excessive Yuan power, and then affect the body.

The True Immortal Hammer couldn't withstand the monk's stormy attack, and before Jing Gongzi could see the other party's appearance clearly, he was already injured.

Jing Gongzi was shocked, and immediately reached out to recall the True Immortal Hammer, and then re-poured his Yuan Power into the True Immortal Hammer, and when the Yuan Power Fluctuations emitted by the True Immortal Hammer returned to its peak, his figure swept towards the white-clothed monk, and the True Immortal Hammer was also raised with all his strength.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The True Immortal Hammer was wrapped in the power of Wan Jun and rolled towards the white-clothed monk, Jing Gongzi did not use the holy formula, the other party was a demon cultivator, and the holy body and even the root bones of the demon cultivator were naturally tougher than the monks of other clans, and the lethality of the holy formula of a large-scale attack would always be unsatisfactory, so he chose to attack, and bullied the other party only had the natal demon bones, and there was no external magic weapon.

The white-clothed monk sneered, then met the True Immortal Hammer without hesitation, and then raised his hand and slapped his palm.

The distance was closer, and Jing Gongzi found that the palm of the white-clothed monk was flashing with extremely small thousands of thunder lights, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Rumble...... In the hard impact, the halo released by the True Immortal Hammer was unexpectedly scattered by a palm, and more than a dozen cracks appeared on the hammer body, and Jing Gongzi spat out blood again.

The Wuwen Zhenren in the distance sensed that something was wrong with Jing Gongzi's side, and immediately rushed over to support, but he had just swept out of more than 100 meters, and a blue light had approached from the flank, and then Wuwen Zhenren heard a chuckle: "Slow down, slow down, and me." ”

Without asking the real person, he didn't think about it, raised his hand and released his natal magic weapon, and a golden light and shadow turned into a huge book dozens of meters high, rolling towards the monk in green clothes, and where the pages of the book were closed, the monk in green clothes was caught in it.

Jing Gongzi's situation is very dangerous, and Wuwen Zhenren is in a hurry to rush over to support, so he must immediately take out the enemies that appear.

With a successful blow, Wuwen Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, and then he reached out to summon his natal magic weapon back, and suddenly found that the huge book was motionless, as if it had been out of his control.

Wuwen Zhenren's face instantly became stiff, and then the huge book suddenly burst into golden light, and the closed pages were forcibly stretched open by a huge and incomparable force, and it could be clearly seen that several pages were torn to pieces by the fluctuating Yuan Force.

The natal magic weapon of Wuwen Zhenren was bounced into the air, and the figure of the green-clothed monk appeared in place, his face was obviously angry, and he immediately roared: "Bastard!"

Then the monk in green clothes turned into a streamer, and approached the real person without asking the real person like lightning, and the real person without asking the real person's face had turned iron, and he hurriedly tried to recall his natal magic weapon, but in this situation, it should be too late.

At this moment, the figure of the mustache appeared nearby, and he raised his hand to shoot a black spot, which was extremely accurate and cut at the figure of the monk in green clothes.

Staggering...... The black man clicked on the holy body of the monk in green clothes, and made a piercing sound, and the figure of the monk in green clothes stopped abruptly, and turned his head sharply to look at the mustache.

Dozens of small black holes appeared on the Holy Body of the Monk in Tsing Yi, and the small black hole was surrounded by tiny cracks, and a little blood oozed from between the robes of the Monk in Green Clothes, obviously, the attack of the mustache not only pierced his holy body, but also hurt his body.

The green-clothed monk had just looked furious, and after receiving this blow, he suddenly became calm.

was almost sealed by Wuwen Zhenren, just feeling ashamed, like a big man preparing to stop a group of children from fighting, but he was spit on by a small child, and naturally his anger rose, and the sudden blow of the mustache made him realize the danger of death, in other words, he no longer regarded the other party as a child.

At this moment, the mustache's face was full of horror, and then quietly took a few steps back.

The mustache has the strength to kill the Great Saint-level monks because of his natal magic weapon, but the cultivation of the True Saint Realm belongs to his hard wounds.

To put it bluntly, he could kill a Great Saint-level monk in a cold manner, and the Great Saint-level monk could fight back with all his might, and he could also kill him.

Now that his attacks have not worked, he has to guard against being slaughtered.

The green-clothed monk suddenly took a long breath, and the tiny spikes withdrew from his robe, falling down one after another, and then he turned to look at Wuwen Zhenren: "The Heavenly Book Divine Scroll, the Supreme Treasure of the World, the Heavenly Book was born today, it should be for the Divine Scroll, right?"

Wuwen Zhenren caught his natal magic weapon, his face sank like water, and he didn't answer, just secretly ran the Yuan Vein.

Wuwen Zhenren had an ominous premonition, the previous attack on the Blood Moon Palace, it went very smoothly, and the attack on the Shadow Moon Sword Sect at this moment was a kick on the nail, if Ye Xin didn't come, I'm afraid all three of them would die here!

"You're here to save Star-Lord?" hehehehe......" The monk in green roof let out a hideous laugh, "The action is fast enough, I only got the news yesterday, and you will arrive today." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Wuwen Zhenren replied coldly, he was stalling for time, with his strength, he couldn't compete with a robber at his peak, and Ye Xin was their only hope.

Behind the Shadow Moon Sword Sect Mountain, a teleportation array emitted the light of Yuan Force, and then Ye Xin appeared from the array, the Shadow Moon Sword Sect had a total of three teleportation arrays, leading to the three Dharma Destroying Dantians, Ye Xin had already left his mark in each Dharma Destroying Dantian, it was done, his breath was refreshing, and he couldn't help but smile.

But then his smile froze, and his divine thoughts were powerful enough to support him to look down on the changes within a radius of dozens of miles, and then his body turned into a golden light, rising from the ground and sweeping towards the sky.

Wuwen Zhenren is still talking to the monk in green clothes, he is good at communicating with people, knows how to attract the attention of the other party, and also understands how to find topics, Jing Gongzi is not good, as a gentleman, what he likes is to do it if he is not satisfied, he has already done it, and he can't beat it, so in the end he can only be abused.

At this moment, Jing Gongzi's True Immortal Hammer had just been snatched away by the white-clothed monk, and then the white-clothed monk had a cruel smile on his face, picked up the True Immortal Hammer, and smashed it towards Jing Gongzi.

The white-clothed monk's body technique was extremely fast, so fast that Jing Gongzi didn't have time to take out other magic weapons from the ring, so he could only run the Yuan vein with all his strength, and then propped his right arm in front of him.

Rumble...... The True Immortal Hammer smashed open Jing Gongzi's condensed aura and smashed on Jing Gongzi's holy body, and Jing Gongzi flew out more than a hundred meters away like a stone that was thrown out, and fell to the ground in great embarrassment, and then jumped up with a roll.

The bones of Jing Gongzi's right arm have been smashed to pieces, although he is protected by the Holy Body, but the strength of the white-clothed monk is extremely powerful, and even this kind of trick with a playful meaning, Jing Gongzi can't stop it, after all, his divine weapon has been taken away.

However, Jing Gongzi's will did not collapse, he jumped up and reached out to take out a long sword from the ring, and stared at the white-clothed monk with a wolf-like gaze.

The white-clothed monk's smirk grew, and then he rose up and pounced on Jing Gongzi, but he was in mid-air, and he suddenly felt the crisis in his instincts, turned his head sideways, and saw an expressionless old man more than a hundred meters away, and the old man had stretched out his palm from afar.

Boom Boom Boom ...... A majestic and incomparable force surged in, and the white-clothed monk immediately turned into a leaf blown away by the storm, his holy body became distorted, and the fluctuations of the yuan force also became messy, and the surrounding rockeries and trees were all shattered by the huge force, although his holy body could remain indestructible, but the luster became obviously dim.

The white-clothed monk was slapped four or five hundred meters away with a palm, and just as he roared and jumped up, he found that the old man was approaching again, and then stretched out his fingertips and slashed into the air.

呲呲...... A long crack appeared in the whitefriar's holy body from top left to bottom right, and long blood marks appeared on his body, and blood burst out.

Ye Xin's knife was angry and went all out, and the power was endless, but the white-clothed monk was a demon cultivator who had become holy in the flesh after all, and his roots and bones were extremely strong, so he was injured but not killed, if he was replaced by a monk of other clans, his body would have been cut into two pieces long ago.

In fact, compared with Ye Xin, Jing Gongzi's cultivation is not too different, the key is that one is below the critical point, the other is above the critical point, just like a wooden stick, it can be broken with a hundred catties of strength, one person only has more than ninety catties of strength, and the other person has more than one hundred catties of strength, so for the former, the wooden stick is as hard as steel, and he can't do anything, and for the latter, there is nothing remarkable, just depends on whether he is willing to contribute.