Murong Bai laughed, as if he had already jumped into the lake and started bathing.

Sou!

He strode forward, three steps and two steps, toward the center of the basin.

Although his hair was messy, and although his Dao robe had long been torn, Murong Bai's eyes at this time only had the lake in the distance that could wash the dirt all over his body.

But he hadn't gone far before he stopped abruptly because a huge column of cyan smoke suddenly appeared in front of him.

Almost as soon as the cyan smoke column appeared, it was already faster than the naked eye, and it slammed into the sky.

"What's the situation?" Murong Bai muttered in his heart as he looked at the growing cyan pillar of smoke.

At this moment, under the cyan pillar of smoke, a fierce sword aura suddenly shone, followed by a rumbling sound.

"Anyone?"

The pupils in Murong Bai's eyes shrank, and then he smiled, shrunk, and specifically touched the edge of the dilapidated buildings that could cover his body.

In the middle of a dilapidated building, there was a sunken valley, and on one side of the valley was a huge black cave with puffs of smoke.

"Haha! You bald donkeys are not going to die!" Long Xiaoshan stomped on the soles of his feet, suddenly rose into the air, and roared arrogantly at the group of monks below.

"Are you Xuantian Sect going to war with our Jingzen Temple?" a short and fat monk shook his sword in his hand and shouted at Long Xiao Mountain.

"Two senior brothers, don't do it yet! When will you wait!" Long Xiaoshan shook the cyan gun in his hand and took the lead in flying down.

Zhu Xiongbiao and Tang Hao glanced at each other, and they both saw a strong look of hesitation in each other's eyes.

After a slight pause, the two of them no longer hesitated, shook their bodies, and launched a fierce attack on the four disciples of the Pure Zen Temple.

Sima Kui's eyes burst with essence, and then he waved the convenient chain shovel in his hand, and was the first to face Long Xiao Mountain.

Bang!

A group fight of life and death unfolded vigorously in the open space below the ground.

I have to say that although Long Xiaoshan, Tang Hao and Zhu Xiongbiao do not have an advantage in numbers, their strength is much stronger than the four second-rate disciples of Jingchan Temple.

Because the Jingchan Temple had to protect the elders of the six major sects who were injured in an accident, the disciples who entered the ancient battlefield of human demons this time were not the elite disciples of the inner courtyard of the Jingchan Temple.

The battle was raging, and Murong Bai was also approaching rapidly, not only that, but even the disciples of the Danyun Sect and the disciples of the Cold Moon Palace who were not far away were also looking for sounds.

The only disciple of the Puppet Xuanzong who disappeared had been killed by the three of Long Xiaoshan long before the black storm came.

Somehow, the three of Long Xiaoshan were not suppressed by this piece of heaven and earth at all, their bodies were high and low, and they advanced and retreated freely, on the other hand, the four disciples of the Jingchan Temple, because the light body technique could not be carried out, so they fell into a passive situation after a while.

Poof!

The short and fat monk, who was not paying attention, was hit in the back of the heart by Zhu Xiongbiao's punch, and the flesh-like body, with a whoosh, flew far away and smashed on the surrounding stone walls.

With a plop, the short and fat monk's bloody legs kicked and died.

Yes!

Seeing this, Sima Kui and the other two Pure Zen disciples howled one after another, shook the weapons in their hands, and launched the most violent attack.

For a while, the sound of the collision of various weapons and the rumbling sound of the exercises made the land tremble, and at this time, more and more green smoke came out of the dark cave.

"There's not going to be a huge demon beast, is it?" Murong Bai hid behind a golden wall, looking at the thick pillar of smoke that shook the sky, and his heart was shocked.

Sizzle!

Murong Bai felt a chill coming from the palm of his hand holding on to the wall, and immediately retracted his thoughts and stared at it.

At this glance, Murong Bai was ecstatic in his heart, what kind of wall is this, it is clearly a huge wall made of pure gold.

Harvest!

Murong Bai immediately put this golden wall seven or eight meters long into the Sumeru ring.

If this was cut into the floor and spread in his own cave, it would be such a great thing.

So, while looking for the golden wall, Murong Bai slowly walked in the direction of the cyan smoke pillar.

At this time.

Sima Lingxi and several other disciples of the Cold Moon Palace also rushed out of a ruined cave, and similarly, because of the black storm, several disciples of the Cold Moon Palace also chose to dodge.

As soon as the black storm passed, Sima Lingxi and the others walked out of the cave, and the cyan pillar of smoke that reached into the sky quickly attracted the attention of Sima Lingxi and the others.

It wasn't until there was a burst of Buddhist mantras that Sima Lingxi immediately realized that Sima Kui and the others of the Pure Zen Sect were in danger.

So, I put away my curiosity and rushed all the way over.

After a stick of incense, the other three disciples of the Pure Zen Sect were all killed, and Sima Kui, who was left with only one arm, wheeled a huge convenient chain shovel and fought alone against Longxiao Mountain.

"Senior Brother Long, do you still need us to help?" Tang Hao deliberately said loudly at Long Xiaoshan.

"Senior Brother Tang, Senior Brother Zhu, you two just need to ambush and wait to ambush the disciples of other sects, I don't have to worry here!"

After Long Xiaoshan finished speaking, the spear in his hand was suddenly thrown, and with a whoosh, it turned into a cyan dragon, piercing through the void, and quickly entering the lightning bolt, stabbing towards Sima Kui.

The next moment, Long Xiaoshan let out a muffled snort, and slammed his fists outward, woo, two huge black fist prints, one after the other, blasted towards Sima Kui.

Long Xiaoshan wanted to end the battle as much as possible, because although the strength of these bald donkeys was not very strong, the Buddhist formation they put forward was not small, and Long Xiaoshan and the three of them paid a lot of price before they killed three of them.

For some reason, the last remaining Sima Kui, since joining the Pure Zen Sect, it was like a dragon entering the sea, and his cultivation increased greatly, and he broke through to the peak of the eight-star samurai in one fell swoop, and he was only a line away from the nine-star samurai.

Coupled with Sima Kui's fierce struggle without fear of life and death, for a while, Long Xiaoshan was really helpless.

However, if it is delayed for too long, I am afraid that after the other sect disciples arrive, this secret plan will be frustrated.

Therefore, Long Xiaoshan wanted to complete the plan, and secondly, he didn't want Tang Hao and Zhu Xiongbiao to underestimate him, so he fought Sima Kui alone.

Sima Kui sighed in his heart in the face of Long Xiaoshan's serial killing moves, and immediately his whole body cultivation exploded, and the chain shovel in his hand was immediately thrown, turning into a beam of light, and directly colliding with the roaring golden spear.

Clang!

The sound of the clashing of weapons resounded in the sky, and the cyan spear and the convenient chain shovel rewound back with a dim light at the moment of collision.

To say that this Sima Kui's reaction was also very fast, while throwing out the shovel, he pinched the Buddha seal with both hands and blasted outward.

Boom! Boom!

Bang!

The golden giant fist and the black fist mark collided in one place in the blink of an eye.

Although the golden giant fist has the blessing of Buddhism, because Sima Kui's strength is slightly inferior to Long Xiaoshan, the black fist seal smashed the golden giant fist at the moment and violently blasted Sima Kui's tall body away.