Wu Zihao smiled freely, these three demon cultivators are a little interesting, at least they don't have the anger of ordinary demon cultivators, which is a bit strange.

got on the back of the fire scorpion demon beast, and then rushed to the location where the Great Tibetan Sect was ambushed, originally the Great Tibetan Sect itself was a monk above the Yuan Infant Stage, and the old monk who took the lead was even more unfathomable, at least he had to be a monk at the peak of the Transformation Spirit, and maybe even a monk in the Peeping Dao Period.

When he met the old monk on the mountain peak that day, Wu Zihao could see it clearly, although this old monk was not as good as the Holy Venerable he met in Japan, it was definitely not something that ordinary demon kings could solve, and it might even make these people steal chickens and rice.

The distance of dozens of miles was not far, Wu Zihao quickly swept up a small hill, sat on the back of the fire scorpion demon beast and watched the fierce battle several miles away, and couldn't help laughing.

"Sure enough, this old monk is really hidden, this method seems to be really a monk in the Dao period, it is really a good method, huh? This method seems to be mixed with his Taoist thoughts!"

The original team of the Great Tibetan Sect had more than 20 people, but in the past few days, many monks from other sects were added, and the team directly grew to nearly 100 people, including five monks in the Spiritual Transformation Period, but only one was a mid-stage Spiritual Transformation monk, and the rest were early Stage Spiritual Transformation monks.

Of the six Spiritual Stage monks, the remaining dozens of people are all monks in the Yuan Infant Stage, basically all of them are monks in the middle and late Yuan Infant Period, and the remaining dozens of people are all monks in the late stage of Jindan, but they have become the weakest part.

It stands to reason that such a team is also quite strong, and almost no one will dare to touch it, but such a team is also a large piece of fat, as long as it can be eaten, it will definitely make a lot of money.

The old monk of the Great Tibetan Sect sat in the array, more than 100 people surrounded in a circle, and the old monk in the still crowd waved his hand, and the golden robe on his body was attached to the air, and a piece of golden mangs bloomed out, and in an instant, it was shrouded in it within 100 meters, covered by a thick layer of golden mangs.

More than 100 human monks continued to release magic weapons, flying swords and other magic weapons, constantly bombarded towards the opposite side, with the protection of the big monks, these little monks can also vent to their heart's content.

On the other hand, there are only twelve or thirteen people who sneak attack, although the number is a lot less, but the strength is quite strong, all of them are the cultivation of the demon king, three intermediate demon kings, and the rest are junior demon kings, with such a lineup, it is no wonder that they dare to come to this big fat sheep.

It's a pity that these more than ten demon kings have no chance to break through in the face of the old monk's magic weapon, and they have been bombarded indiscriminately by the magic weapon of nearly 100 people, and they can only continue to dodge in a roundabout way, throwing out the spiritual weapon in their hands in the gap, and slamming it on the golden robe, shaking its ripples one by one, but they have never broken through the protection.

The old monk was also determined in the face of the attack of more than a dozen demon kings, obviously this force was not enough to pose a threat to him, but instead his hands were folded, and a string of fist-sized Buddha beads on his neck were scattered, circling around his body, slowly turning.

"A group of clowns who jump off the beam also dare to get an axe in front of me, let you come and go today! King Vajra Yaksha, destroy me!"

The fist-sized Buddha beads shot into the air, forming a strange pattern outside the golden light shield, and then each erupted into a piece of golden light, and in an instant, it condensed into the image of a six-armed, three-headed and five-eyed Vajra Yaksha King.

Each of the six palms grasped a different magic weapon, but the five eyes did not open, even so, it was still a mighty power echoing between heaven and earth, even Wu Zihao felt that his soul was greatly suppressed, and even his thinking was a little sluggish.

There was a magic weapon in each of the six arms of the Vajra Yaksha King, and a junior demon king happened to approach him, and he wanted to take the opportunity to attack and leave, but who would have thought that this time it would be different.

The Vajra Yaksha King's hand suddenly shook, and the small bell he was holding in his hand immediately made a crisp sound, and the golden sound Lang slammed into the sneak attack of the junior demon king, and the latter's body was strangely sluggish, and even the divine soul seemed to be imprisoned.

This is not only that, one of the eyes of the Vajra Yaksha King's Dharma Body suddenly opened, staring straight at the sneak attack Demon King, and the other two hands suddenly pulled the bow in their hands, and the unknown bow naturally gathered a golden arrow several meters long, which broke through the air in an instant, and the buzzing sound from the bowstring was still vibrating.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the junior demon saint didn't even have time to move, and was pierced through his body by the golden arrow, and his body exploded in a golden light, and his divine soul was brought out with the arrow, and was wrapped in the bell of the Vajra Yaksha King.

"What kind of magic spell is this? It can fix the body of the demon king, and it can even hurt the soul of the other party, and take it away after the last time, this great Tibetan Sect's magic power is so magical!"

Wu Zihao's eyes widened angrily, he sensed it in a moment just now, in that piece of golden light, there was a breath of source power, this source power was very strange, and it was also shocked by this magic spell.

Killing the junior demon king with one move, even the other party's divine soul is difficult to escape, such a method is indeed not something that ordinary monks can control, and Wu Zihao is also sure that this person is very likely to surpass the monks in the late stage of soul transformation.

The old monk killed the enemy with one move, which also made everyone angry, and the magic weapon controlled was smashed into the sneak attack of the demon kings, and the remaining demon kings were also shocked in their hearts, and they did not dare to rush forward, so they could only bombard with magic weapons on the periphery, so they could not break the protection of the old monk.

Wu Zihao glanced at the three Black Eagle Kings not far away, and these three people did not make a move, but sneaked around, muttering quietly, as if they had some scruples about the old monk in the middle.

As soon as his mind moved, Wu Zihao moved directly, stood quietly behind the three of them, and asked with interest: "Who is this old monk, why is he so powerful?" That person should have been at the level of the demon king just now, he was killed all of a sudden, and he was really powerful, why don't you go up to fish in troubled waters?"

Yes!

The three of the Black Eagle Kings trembled, and they were almost frightened by Wu Zihao's words, and they turned around without any image leaning against the stone wall, and a strange-shaped weapon appeared in their hands, like a gun but not a gun, and there was a half-meter-long hook at the tip.

They all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the person who came was Wu Zihao, but before the expression on his face relaxed, he became nervous again, after all, Wu Zihao was still a little monk in the Jindan stage in their eyes, and now he was able to enter the land of ten meters around him, such a distance was enough to be fatal.

"You... Who the hell is it?"

The Black Eagle King finally couldn't help it, and his heart also raised his throat, and the means that Wu Zihao showed were completely beyond the scope of a minor monk, this kind of means, unless it was a cultivation above the intermediate demon king.

Wu Zihao smiled indifferently, just rubbed his head and said: "I, I'm just a casual cultivator, a casual cultivator with a very good chance, I have no hostility towards you, don't face me with this expression!"

"Big brother, let's be careful, this kid is out of nowhere, and it doesn't seem to be a master to mess with, don't spoil our big things!"

The third child muttered in a low voice, Wu Zihao's methods displayed by suddenly leaning on him were too terrifying, and they were immediately vigilant in their hearts.

The Black Eagle King frowned, it was really not the time to make a fuss now, and after slowly nodding in agreement, he barely showed a smile, and said: "I don't know where Your Excellency's Immortal Mansion is, it seems that I haven't heard of Your Excellency's name in the cultivation world, but Your Excellency's methods should not be unknown!"

Wu Zihao waved his hand and said: "Outside the territory, I rarely walk around in the East, this time I also want to go to the Hundred Sects Trading Conference to see and understand, I never wanted to have a relationship with the three!"

The Black Eagle King muttered in his heart: What kind of ghost fate is this, there is nothing to do, there must be no good thing, and he immediately spoke: "It turned out to be an extraterritorial scattered cultivation, no wonder I haven't heard of Your Excellency's name, since Your Excellency wants to see the next hundred trading conferences, let's go over as soon as possible, thousands of miles north from here, it is the location of this trading conference, that is, the first-level sect Xuanbing Sect is held!"

"Oh, Xuanbing Sect, a thousand miles is not far away, let's see the show first!" Wu Zihao smiled, this Black Eagle King obviously didn't want to be involved with him, and wanted to separate him.

Wu Zihao didn't care, but he was interested in the three Black Eagle Kings, you must know that the current formation of the Great Tibetan Sect is quite huge, and the monk headed by that is even more powerful, with the strength of these three people is not enough to compete, but these three people are not leaving, they are still staring at it, and there must be all dependence.

Just when the two people with each ghost were warning each other, the old monk in the Great Tibetan Sect struck again, and under the bow and arrow of the King Vajra Yaksha, another junior demon king shot and killed.

The more than ten demon kings who couldn't attack for a long time were helpless, so they could only choose to retreat, in addition to leaving a mess, not even a single corpse was left, which could be regarded as stealing chickens and rice.

"Hehehe, I just know that this group of guys is not good, this old monk of the Great Tibetan Sect is very powerful, he was already a terrifying existence at the peak of the spirit transformation decades ago, I don't know how many demon clan masters died in his hands back then, after so many years, it is estimated that he is about to enter the peeping period!"

The third villain laughed triumphantly, as if he had taken advantage of it.

The second urn said: "I hope that this old guy will be killed by the thunder tribulation when he ascends, many of my demon cultivators in Whirlwind Mountain are buried under him, big brother, when will they come, there are thousands of miles of land within the scope of the Xuanbing Sect, and there will be no chance to swallow this batch of fat sheep at that time!"

"What's the panic, they can't run anyway, but this time I didn't expect it to be Huomu leading the team, I don't know if they want to move him, if you start, you two will remember it for me, don't really fight with Huomu, just clean up those small ones, the old monk Huomu is not something you and I can move!"

The Black Eagle King was also scorching, it was obvious that this person from the Great Tibetan Sect had something that they were extremely jealous of, otherwise there was no need to be an enemy of such a master.

Just when the people of the Great Tibetan Sect began to rest in place, an extremely cold aura came from behind Wu Zihao and the others, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power at all, only subtle fluctuations of the divine soul, which allowed Wu Zihao to catch it, otherwise he would be approached unconsciously with his ability.