Bing Wen was a monk in the foundation building period, and she was not able to participate in this operation, but her father was an elder in the Yudan period, so at her behing, her father finally took her with her.

Although she doesn't have to come, who doesn't want to see the secret treasure of Qingyang Gate, it is the most powerful thing in the Nanyuan Monk Alliance.

In addition, you can get a lot of resources and contribution points from this action, which is really exciting.

In addition, the person who led the team was her father, no matter what, with her father's cultivation during the Dan period, she would definitely be able to protect her, so she did not hesitate to participate in this event.

Perhaps, with this excellent performance, I can choose an interesting position in the sect.

Recently, my father often said that he had been busy with work recently and had no time to cultivate, and if he asked himself to help his father, his father should have time.

Thinking like this, Bing Wen, who went out for the first time, not only did not have the slightest fear, but looked forward to the tragic death of the monk of Qingyangmen in her hands.

Some were pierced into hedgehogs by their own swords, others were charred by their own spells, and although two monks broke through the outer defenses and wanted to hurt her, she had no fear at all because she had her own father to protect her.

As she expected, the two monks were cut into four pieces by her father's magic sword before they could get close to her.

It's still my father's cultivation is strong, even if it's such a powerful monk on the other side, in front of my father in the Yudan period, I can't avoid the fate of two halves of a sword.

It's just that this time her father rarely didn't criticize her, is it because his performance this time is good enough? Or is my father too busy to teach himself a lesson?

I hope it's the former, otherwise even if my father didn't teach me a lesson this time, when I go back, my father will still teach me a lesson.

Thinking like this, she began to move forward slowly as the team advanced, not moving, because the monks behind her were always pushing forward, although her aura was running out now, but in order to better attack the enemy, she could still rush again.

[Huh? Rush again? Why do you have this thought, isn't it good to hide behind your father with peace of mind? As for these cannon fodder, if they die, they will die, although they are not one-time consumables, but no one cares about the lives of these people. 】

Bing Wen thought of this, and slowly began to adjust her tactics, following behind others and began to cast spells from afar, only attacking those monks who were very far away from herself, as for those who were closer to herself, just let those monks in the sect resist.

As for those enemy attacks, what to do?

It must be the monks of their own sect who resist for themselves, although they are a little slow to cast spells, but as long as they use their bodies as a city wall, it shouldn't be difficult to protect themselves.

After all, there are so many people around them, it's their honor to let them die for themselves, and they are the daughters of the captains, they die when they die, and they are not worth a penny.

Bing Wen thought so, although the distance of the attack was getting farther and farther, the frequency of the attack was getting faster and faster, and finally she had completely given up the defense, but there was still no monk who could attack her.

Because this place is so safe, not only does his father, who is a monk in the Yudan period, shelter him from the wind and rain, but also the low-level monks around him protect themselves with their lives.

This feeling, this feeling is simply not too good, she has completely let go of her hands and feet, and the aura is gone? Then swallow the pill directly, if there is an attack, you can't dodge it, just use the bodies of the people around you to resist.

Monk of Qingyangmen, accept my devastating blow, remember, the person who killed you was my Bing Wen.

The frequency of the monk's attacks became faster and faster, and the spells she used consumed more and more aura.

Gradually, she found that her aura began to be insufficient, but how could this be, she was here to brush up the contribution value.

I can't be compared to the monks around me.

By the way, isn't it a bit dangerous that you can burn your own essence and blood, and then overdraw your spiritual power? But what if it's a little dangerous, I'm here to brush up the contribution value, even if it's because of the spell casting overdraft, I will definitely be able to recover it when I use some pills, right?

In that case, there's nothing to be afraid of, so let's get started.

A drop of essence blood, a mouthful of essence blood, half of the essence blood of the whole body, and finally, the essence blood of Bing Wen's whole body.

Not enough, not enough, not enough!

Bing Wen hesitated, although her essence and blood were gone, if she blew herself up, there should be no problem.

And if I blow myself up, I will definitely get a lot of contribution points, so in order to contribute points, let me turn myself into a grand firework!

After Bing Wen made this decision, she no longer hesitated, directly triggered her last spiritual power, and then began to blow herself up.

[Boom! 】

This explosion, very successful, killed three or four monks around it.

"Elder, another friar has just blew herself up."

"Is there any record of this monk's information?"

"Elder Bao, this monk's name is Bing Wen, she is a female monk in the foundation building period of our sect, she has just been promoted to the foundation building period not long ago, she is an orphan, because her qualifications are not good, and she has no resources, even after becoming a foundation building period monk, she has not been able to worship any of the monks in the foundation building period."

"And, and ......"

"And what's wrong? You go on and on. ”

And the friar, Bing Wen, was forced to participate in this operation. According to our statistics, most of the monks who blew themselves up and died were ordinary monks who were relatively unwilling in the sect, while those monks who had a relatively easy life, no matter how high or low their cultivation was, did not explode by themselves. ”

The leader of this team frowned, he Thunder Tiger went from a mortal to the Dan stage, it took more than three hundred years, in these three hundred years, what kind of scene did he not see?

Even if it is a bizarre thing, there must be a reason for him, and the death of these disciples of his own, it is very likely that something happened that he didn't know about.

But this time he brought out a total of more than 70 monks, and now more than 50 have fainted, and more than 20 of these 50 monks have exploded, not only injuring those unconscious monks, but even those normal monks have also been affected.

However, the depressed disciples will always be the majority, and it is impossible for them to satisfy most of the monks, and if you look at it this way, there will really be a lot of monks dying today.

He now regrets his decision a little, and what he is facing now is Qingyangmen.

He used to be the number one sect of the Nanyuan Monk Alliance, but now he came here rashly, putting his disciples in danger with him, which was not the work of a qualified elder.

But now that the problem has become like this, they have no choice.

"Tell me the order, and these monks will leave them alone, life and death are fateful, and wealth is in heaven. It is their ability to survive, and if they can't survive, it is because their fate is not enough. ”

"Now all of you, follow me and rush towards the center of Qingyangmen at full speed, let's see what the hell these Qingyangmen monks are leading."

"I feel it, the other monks of the Yudan period are heading towards the center of Qingyang Gate, let's go too, we must make them pay the price they deserve."

[Go die, Qingyangmen monks, I blew myself up and killed three more Qingyangmen monks, hahahaha! I am the strongest. 】

There was a monk whose face began to become hideous, and his hideous appearance made people wonder if he was a person, and his terrifying appearance made people dare not approach, because everyone knew that this monk was not far from self-detonation, and he had just died more than twenty times, and this would not be an exception, and in the next moment, with a "boom", this monk also died.

Where these intruders could not see, a voice was heard from an unknown presence into the distance.

[Thirty-four, a little slow.] 】