"Yang Fanying" blocked behind Pu Liuhuan, controlling a golden ring, and kept smashing into the ice wall.

But no matter how hard he attacked, the ice wall showed no signs of crumbling.

Because this ring is only a top-grade spiritual weapon, it is naturally not able to deal with the monks in the middle of the Yuan Dan.

Chen Xiangwen and Gong Lingshan on the same front did not show the slightest complaint, on the contrary, they were very understanding.

Especially Chen Xiangwen, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart.

Just now, in order to contend with Deng Fengcheng, Yang Fanying's natal Dao weapon Baizhong Rock was destroyed under the thunder sea, and he himself was also injured.

A teammate like this person who sacrificed his treasure for righteousness was not common in the cultivation world.

"If my Chen family can win narrowly in this clan battle, I will definitely compensate the Yang League Master for a medium-grade Dao weapon."

Chen Xiangwen looked at Yang Fanying and secretly pondered.

Matching that extremely kind look, Tianqiong Teng muttered in his heart, moved his mouth and said with a smile: "Uncle Wen doesn't have to worry, although this alliance was seriously injured due to the destruction of the natal magic weapon, it still has the power to protect itself." ”

"The top priority at the moment is to eradicate Pu Liuhuan as soon as possible, and free up his hands to help Chen Ping Daoyou and Di Daoyou establish a victory in one fell swoop."

"Okay, Lord Yang is a person worth befriending."

Hearing him say these righteous and awe-inspiring words, Chen Xiangwen had even more mixed feelings, and devoted half of his energy to always paying attention to him to avoid him being affected by Pu Liuhuan's dying counterattack.

"The essence of acting taught by this seat has made this guy understand it thoroughly."

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and thought angrily.

It was estimated that he was the only one in the audience who knew that the Heavenly Dome Vine was pretending.

After all, Yang Fanying was seriously injured, what does it have to do with a parasitic spirit plant?

"There are three Taoist friends here, and Pu Lao'er can't make waves, so Yang might as well do something more meaningful."

Suddenly, the Heavenly Dome Vine recalled the ring, and before the words fell, it flew directly into the battlefield below.

Gong Lingshan and the others knew that "Yang Fanying" was probably bullying the small.

However, at present, he no longer needs the assistance of Yuan Dan, whose strength has been greatly damaged, and Pu Liuhuan blindly defends, and he can't last long at all.

Only Chen Xiangwen frowned and opened his mouth, and finally turned into a wordless sigh.

There is no doubt about the cruelty of the monk's war, and to talk about benevolence and morality with the enemy at such times is to regard the lives of one's own family members as a mustard.

"The little cubs of the Deng family, Hugh is rampant!"

Yang Fanying drank the thunderbolt with a fierce spirit, and the ring spirit weapon easily smashed to death two foundation-building enemy cultivators in one fell swoop, and easily destroyed more than ten juniors who practiced qi.

"Hey, can't the Heavenly Dome Vine use the host's Dan Domain Divine Power?"

Chen Ping watched from afar, and his heart moved.

"Yang Fanying" joined the low-level battlefield, of course, it was ordered by him, and he specially told him to release the Danyu Divine Power to maximize the harvest of enemy monks.

Looking at it this way, although the Heavenly Dome Vine Clan is extremely strange, it cannot escape the shackles of the rules.

"Yang Fanying!"

What followed was a thunderous roar of rage, and the ears of the people were buzzing.

Seeing the slaughter of his own foundation like a vine mowing grass in the sky, Deng Fengcheng's face was hideously twisted, and without saying a word, he turned around and chased after it.

The next moment, an ancient cyan long sword stood sideways in the air, and then, a fierce rain of swords blocked his way.

"Good, good!"

Deng Fengcheng swept a few people with his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Today, Deng Mou and Er will not die!" ”

After saying this, Xuan Cepan suddenly swelled around him, followed by him, he poked into his chest, took out a dark green leather bag and threw it into the air, then pressed his hands to his eyebrows, and began to chant words in his mouth.

"Can't help but show your cards?"

Chen Ping's eyes shrank, and his vigilance rose as he pointed forward, and the cyan sword rain fell, and he would never let this person use it easily.

"Boom!"

Even though the Pure Yang Sword was unparalleled, Deng Fengcheng's iron-hearted strict defense could not break through the defense of Xuan Ce Pan in a short period of time.

Over there, the mouth of the leather bag had been untied, and a dark and cold mist gushed out from it, and two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared, as if they were ghosts.

"The breath of the corpses?"

Chen Ping frowned and quietly took a few steps back.

He had a lot of experience, and he immediately recognized the dense fog generated in the leather bag, which was actually an extremely yin corpse qi that made him all frightened.

"Your Chen family is despicable and shameless, and Deng is at ease when he awakens the evil things to slaughter Haichang."

Deng Fengcheng sneered again and again, and with a quick urging of the mantra, he saw two figures in the dense fog quickly open their mouths, and the nearby corpse qi was like a tide returning to the sea, turning into small snakes with their heads held high, seeping into their bodies and disappearing everywhere.

As the black cold corpse qi was absorbed, in the blink of an eye, the true faces of the two strange figures were revealed unobstructed.

I saw that among the two people who jumped out of the leather bag, the fat and bloated one, with a big face and a round belly, looked like he was about the age of not being confused, and his body was covered with rough and hard earthy yellow thick skin, wrinkled, as if covered with a layer of dry mud.

The other thin man was an old man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, although he was not tall, but his two arms were twice as long as ordinary people's, and they hung directly down to the top of his feet.

In addition to their very different appearances, the two have much in common.

The corpse was full of qi, his hands were as large and crystal as jade, and on his shoulders, there were four blood-colored square-headed short nails, which were directly nailed to the flesh, but no blood oozed out.

"Hehe, it turns out that it's just two third-order Dao corpses."

Chen Ping, who had retreated for several miles in a row, glanced at these two things, immediately stopped his steps, and his expression returned to calm.

Dao corpses and corpse clans are two completely different things.

The birth path of the corpse clan is extremely complicated, it is that the Yin Spirit Clan parasitizes in a fallen corpse, and survives the rule calamity, and only by chance can it transform into a corpse clan.

Once the corpse clan has achieved cultivation, it will not be comparable to ordinary human beings and sea clans.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the power of the corpse clan who obtained the Tao through the body of a true dragon was an existence that made ordinary true immortals fearful.

If Deng Fengcheng really had two third-order corpse clans to help, Chen Ping would turn his head and flee without any nostalgia.

However, when he took a closer look, he confirmed that the two scary-looking guys in front of him were actually Dao corpses carefully refined by the human race.

You must know that the corpse clan is a living being, and it releases vigorous vitality all the time.

However, the Dao corpse is more inclined to be a puppet created by a puppeteer, which is lifeless and needs to be controlled by special means, which is relatively easy to deal with.

Seeing that Chen Ping turned a blind eye to the two Dao corpses, and calmly continued to attack the Xuan Ce Plate, Deng Fengcheng's eyes flashed, and he solemnly took out a boxy jade box from the storage ring.