The cliff is high, and there is still a distance from the sloping valley, as long as no one has a mind sweeping here, the old man will not think about it no matter how loud he screams, and he will not have to worry about the people on the boat hearing it.

If someone snoops into this place with divine thoughts, the old man should be aware of it in advance, and his speech will be measured. Therefore, the old man did not think that the muzzles of the cannons containing the light of death were aimed at the top of the mountain because of his own words, so he was even more angry.

What does this mean?

The old man noticed that the others, the six reinforcements who had come from the slaughter, noticed what he had noticed earlier, and made a move that made the situation even worse - he turned around and killed the demon ship.

"Catch him, and the evidence will be ironclad!"

The leader of the monks, with a look of excitement and joy in his eyes, did not even look at the top of the mountain. The remaining five only hesitated, but soon understood the leader's meaning and followed him around.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face changed again, his eyes changed from anger to despair, and he actually screamed.

"Despicable!"

"Agreed. ”

Thirteen Lang laughed, smiling sarcastically and with a little sympathy, and said, "Don't scream, prepare to fight alongside me, and then be killed by me." ”

What is this called? The old man was inexplicably sad and indignant, and his not stupid brain could not understand it even though he was trying to circle it, and he hissed and roared.

"You, Hugh, think!"

"It's not a thought, it's not up to you to have the final say. ”

Jusan Lang turned and waved at Yamu, signaling to prepare for action.

Echoing his words, the three battleships shook one after another, giving people the impression that the Grim Reaper woke up from a dream and yawned twice, and the three rays of dead light gradually enveloped the entire mountaintop like three white cloths about to replace the sky.

In the bow of the ship, Le Hongtao ordered the other two giant cannons to turn and waved his hand in the direction of the three-sided cliff.

"It's a bit of a hassle not to alarm the Tribulation, but since there are those ghosts. The three guns are about the same. ”

Zuihou glanced at the figure under the catastrophe, and the person who was looking at him with resentment, Le Hongtao looked reluctant and a little disappointed.

"You do have a fate. ”

After saying this, Le Hongtao retracted his gaze and greeted the six big men who rushed in. The expression was cold and sarcastic.

"Sending it to the door to find death, just enough to smooth out this matter!"

Two pillars of death light opened the way, and four death guards floated out behind them, and more than a dozen figures flew out of the five battleships at the same time, and under the personal leadership of Le Hongtao, they slaughtered each other.

The Demon Spirit Robe is powerful, but it needs to have a charging process every time it is activated, and when it is used to bombard a fixed target, there is no magic power more suitable than the Demon Spirit Cannon, if it is used to deal with the Avatar of the Divine Transformation for thousands of kilometers in an instant. Naturally, the situation is different.

Of the six Demon Hunters, one of them is still in the middle realm, and his strength is formidable. Le Hongtao was not afraid at all, because he was numerous and powerful, and he had too many hole cards to play, and more importantly, he knew very well that everyone on the other side was carrying very serious injuries, dying injuries, and incurable injuries.

Traveling millions of miles with injuries. The six masters seem to be fierce, but in fact they have become the end of the powerful crossbow, if it is not for the need to separate three demon spirit cannons to bombard the cliffs on three sides. Le Hongtao felt that it was entirely possible to take them away in a wave and make immortal feats. Take 10,000 steps back, even if they come in full bloom, with the strength in the hands of Le Hongtao, what is there to fear!

"Don't take prisoners, kill them all!"

The surroundings responded with a bang. Dozens of rays of light followed the two blazing white flames, colliding with the six people on the opposite side. In the surrounding space of tens of thousands of meters, the rumbling sound was so loud and powerful that even the cloud of calamity above the cliff on three sides paused for a moment.

After a moment. The dazzling pillar of thunder shot down with a bang, as if it was about to smash through the earth. Angered by the ignorance of humans, the thunder pillar skyrocketed eight feet out of thin air, adding three points of divine power to the incomparable.

Upheaval one after another, the thunderstorm rose again and again, and the surrounding sinister was endless, this situation and this time, this time and this time.

Who can cope with this?

The day before yesterday, the boat roared, and the fight was like hell.

On three cliffs, on the slope, it is a different scene at the moment.

"Don't think about idleness, everyone does their part. ”

Just because you want to see the situation doesn't mean you can sit back and relax. Jusan Lang turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces.

"They look down on us, and that's good. ”

Look down on it, in one sentence, it says through the mind of the demon hunter. As the old man analyzed before, from the perspective of the six reinforcements at this moment, there is no reason for the three sides of the cliff to intervene, and the results of the battle should be expanded.

There is no prohibition on them, they are unwilling and impossible to be held hostage by the nether ants; The situation on the top of the mountain can be seen at a glance, the demon hunter has two big people on one side and more than a dozen high-level demon generals, and only one great monk in that group of spiritual cultivators still has the strength to resist, and they are surrounded by ghost owls, let them run, where can they run?

The three-sided crisis seems to be impossible to change, and a moment ago, Thirteen Lang only had one choice left, using the ghost lord not to attack him and take away the people he wanted to take.

This is a Zuihou step, provided that the Night Lotus is discarded, and Jusan Lang thought he could do it, but in the end he didn't do it.

Dozens of spirit-weary ants helped in all directions, Shisanlang was the first to see the demon spirit ship, and saw the person at the bow of the ship who had the same impression as several soul searches, and he saw the six demon hunters Dana, and saw that they were coming with injuries.

Even after the parties gathered, Jusan Lang could see farther than everyone else, and he even saw places that no one on the battleship could see, and saw the wooden boat that was cruising in the distance at the moment, and the people on the wooden boat.

The reunion of the old people is happy, the reunion of old friends is happy, looking at the hot woman in embroidered shoes from afar, and then looking at the delicate little girl who is next to him and embracing the mulberry, Thirteen Lang can't go over to say hello immediately, but his heart is suddenly open and becomes joyful.

Thirteen Lang, who was happy, did things a little differently than usual. The biggest difference is that he finally stayed, who had been thinking about whether to abandon Yelian or not, and explained it with "it is impossible for the other party to cooperate sincerely, one side is a declaration, and the other side is bound to make a gap if it is not revealed", or comfort himself.

No one can really predict the future, and neither can Thirteen. Because of his mood or something, he decided to take a gamble. If you win, you will continue to struggle, and if you lose, everything will not be over. As for whether Zuihou will leave Yelian and flee, Thirteen Lang is reluctant to think about it, but now there is no need to think about it.

Hold on to hope, wait a little longer, look more.

There are many things in life that are like this, and the mountains and rivers are exhausted in front of you. The Quartet was cornered, so everyone turned back, leaving a few of the most ruthless and persistent people to take one more step, hold on for a few more moments, wait a second longer, and endure a little longer.

In a moment, a rainbow appeared in the dark.

"The students formed a formation, His Royal Highness Fei presided over in the center, and the swallowtail Taoist friends supplemented it; That cannon is terrific and equivalent to a blow from the gods, as long as it doesn't stop banging, it's not a big deal. ”

Ignoring the embarrassed gazes around him, Thirteen Lang gave orders with confidence, and said lightly: "Those two unlucky ghosts can't run away, I will also stand in front of you, but you can't do anything!"

In the line of sight, Qi Fei and Yan Buli and others had just entered the group of students. Ran Bu's fat body jumped up, and he rushed to the top of the mountain after flying a few times. Take off and shake your hands.

"Night Lotus!"

It was a voice that could not be described in words, terrible as a ghost, angry as a tide, furious over the sea, resentful and remorseful. Hearing that roar, the students' bodies suddenly became shorter. As if he bumped into the most fearful thing in his heart, he unconsciously bent down.

Qi Fei's feelings didn't seem to be as real as everyone else's, and he turned around to look back in a daze, his eyes instantly blood-red.

"The eclipse blood sand is not shocked!"

A handful of things shaped like blood-red grains of sand flew out of Ran Bushu's hands, and they were as crystal clear as the grains of the eyes. With a strange and chilling light. A faint sweet fragrance wafted in the wind, and the person who smelled it suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if there were thousands of wisps of breath released through the pores, slowly and resolutely, giving people a feeling of sadness and unbearable separation.

That's spiritual power.

Thousands of days of penance, countless retreats, and hardships for many years, spiritual power is as important to the monk as his limbs and henchmen, and if he is forced to leave his body without the permission of his master, how can he endure it, how can he not be sad.

Heaven and earth have spirits and demons to nourish the earth, and heaven and earth pay attention to life at the same time, such as poison must have things to restrain each other, and the two spirits and demons are also so exquisite. Regardless of the grass, trees, mountains and stones, among the demon beasts, the demon has an anti-demon marten that has mutated early, and the spirit has eroded the spirit beast and has multiplied so far; its strength is not worth mentioning, but there is a talent that all spiritual cultivators hate: scattered spirits!

As the name suggests, scattering spirits is to let the spiritual power slowly dissipate, and there is no way to stop it. The naturally weak spirit eater beast is not very harmful, first of all, its spirit scattering effect needs to be refined, if it is kept by a living animal, the spiritual cultivation at most feels that cultivation is more difficult than before, and the speed of absorbing and refining the spiritual energy will be slow. It's really unlucky, and when you encounter those powerful spirit eaters who are lucky enough to survive or are deliberately fed, as long as they don't stay in their arms for a long time, or are stupid enough to eat it, the result will be no harm.

Even so, to spiritual cultivators, the Spirit Eclipse Beast is still hateful, so it is often killed and turned to ashes. However, the thing is so wonderful, the spirit eater beast has been slaughtered repeatedly, but it will never become extinct, and tens of thousands of years of history have survived to this day.

Existence is truth. The shijie dominated by human beings is often like this, and things that can harm people sometimes exist for a longer time than things that can help people, or even exist forever.

Refining the Spirit Eater Beast will eventually turn into a fine sand shape, and the effect of scattering the spirit will be greatly enhanced, and when it is refined to the extreme, it will be so unfazed that this kind of poison called "Spirit Erosion Blood Sand" is used. Its toxic effect can be understood at a glance, just still going out, Ran Bushu's fat hands became shriveled in an instant, as if the water was sucked away in an instant, and they were old for decades.

Why don't you use supernatural powers to throw them? Because supernatural powers and magic weapons are also transformed by spiritual power, and if they are stained with spiritual eclipse blood sand, they will gradually become invalid. In normal times, Ran Buzheng may be able to forcibly urge with his strong cultivation, but at this moment, his cultivation has suffered a lot due to injury, and he has to hide that no one can see the flaws in advance, so he can only shake it off with his hands.

Even the first to discover the night lotus rushing over, he couldn't have imagined that it was this poisonous sand that Ran Buzheng threw out.

The blood sand flew up like thousands of red insects thrown to the opposite side, and threw into the divine light that was struggling to gather. The effect was clearly visible, and the divine radiance, which was as thick as silver pulp, suddenly opened a big opening, and the red light shone in dots, forming a roaring giant mouth.

"Night Lotus!"

"Red Lotus Karma Fire!"

Loud and loud, Ran Bu was shocked and wanted to make a move, but suddenly heard a "Ding!" in his ears, and his body suddenly froze. At the same time, there was a clear sound from within the divine radiance, and a purple and red lotus leaf flew out, rolling blood and sand and flying upside down, like a quilt firmly bound to it.

The neighing, the sound of artillery, the roar, the thunder, the mountain and the cliff seem to be strangled together, and all kinds of sounds are intertwined and difficult to distinguish; among them, the loudest, the most proud, and the most sad and resentful voice, is none other than the proud daxiao with severe pain. Under the gaze of all kinds of surprise, Ran Bu's fat body contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin on his face hung down like wilted leaves, but he was still laughing, and his expression slowly calmed down in the laughter.

"This time, no one can help you. ”

Standing in place like a big red zongzi, Ran Bu looked at the celestial girl who was bathed in divine light, and noticed that a red dot bounced off her angry and indifferent face, and her mood became more and more happy.

"This time, you're dead. ”

(To be continued......)