Seeing that Yaliu was aiming at the moon cakes, Wang Quanquan was anxious, and was about to unfold his incarnation to go to the rescue, when Pu Wen's voice came from below:

"Senior brother, go save Miss Yue, and hand over the mooncakes to me."

As he spoke, Pu Wen was already in front of the moon cake, and eighteen flying swords formed a sword shield in front of him, wanting to stop the sickle.

The smile on Ya Liu's face was even better, and the black sickle in his hand did not hesitate to cut down, just because this guy who didn't even have a golden pill at the moment wanted to stop himself?

The moment the black scythe touched the sword array, the tip of the knife rippled, and the layers continued to fluctuate, but it only lasted for a moment, and the sword array made an unbearable "Kacha" sound, Park Wen seized the opportunity to cast the dragon line to take away the moon cake, and as soon as his front foot left the sand pit, the sword array could not support it and scattered.

All the flying swords lost most of them and fell into the yellow sand around them, and Park Wen couldn't care about these things outside his body, so he fled all the way away with moon cakes.

Seeing that the other party was slipping like a loach and struggling to die, Yaliu couldn't help but be interested.

Birds, the most like to live insects.

……

Ya Liu's left hand shook the soul banner and scattered hundreds of evil spirits, and then with a sickle in his right hand, he chased after the two Pu Wen who had run away, and just flew out less than ten miles, the figure of Wang Quanquan was in front of him, and he raised his hand to be a sword.

[In view of the general environment,

Raven Liu set up a sickle to block it, easily defusing the attack, he looked at the man in front of him whose ankle was still bleeding, and sighed:

"I can forcibly fuse the main body and the clone to improve my cultivation, I have seen this technique on a monk in the outer lands, boy, if I kill you, it will be regarded as eliminating harm for the Three Realms."

Wang Quanquan's face was cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Whether you can kill or not depends on your ability."

After that, the bowl in his hand was thrown out directly.

"There is a magic weapon of a bald donkey, and you are more and more surprised by the deity."

Yaliu has a physical body, and there is an indescribable arrogance all over his body, and he can kill people here indiscriminately, even if he dislikes the will of heaven and earth, he can ride away.

……

The black scythe once again streaked across the sky, colliding with the golden and bronze bowl, which had always been indestructible, was cut open in front of the scythe like tofu, and a large number of insects instantly poured out of it, occupying all sides.

The sudden buzzing sound made people's scalps tingle, and even Yaliu was overwhelmed by this move, brandishing a scythe to resist.

Wang Quanquan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and as soon as he turned his head, his chest was stabbed through by a sharp weapon.

Looking at the huge and exaggerated scythe on his chest, Wang Quanquan's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

Ya Liu's right hand lifted upward, splitting half of the king's body in two, and the latter fell down with a face full of unwillingness and disbelief, and before his body could hit the ground, it turned into white mist with a "bang".

"Haven't you had enough of this boring trick?"

Ya Liu sneered, not showing the slightest surprise, but the king on the other side frowned and said nothing.

Ya Liu half-squatted in the air, carried the sickle on his shoulder, grabbed an immortal Gu and threw it into his mouth, chewed it so much, looked at the other party with a smile and said:

"Do you know why the Immortal Gu became extinct? It is true that they devour the aura and grow infinitely, and it is not false that they can kill gods when they cultivate to a certain extent, and even at the peak of their prime, an army of immortal Gu can wipe out a cultivation realm, and there is no life left within it.

But in the end, they died, at the mouth of the monk of my Jutu Realm, and all things live and restrain each other, this is an eternal truth.

They are good at devouring aura, and I am indeed no opponent with only the Yuan Infant, but now that I have a body, these immortal Gu that have not yet grown up have become a dinner in front of me."

After Ya Liu finished speaking, he opened his beak and took a breath, and a whirlpool suddenly gathered around him, and those immortal Gu who were still buzzing in the air were all sucked into the stomach by the other party, even the Gu King was no exception.

Seeing this, the king's face was like ashes, this was his killer weapon that he had hidden for a long time.

……

After Yaliu was full, he didn't intend to waste any more time, and his four wings spread out on his back and began to rise slowly.

The people below became smaller and smaller in his eyes, until everyone became real "ants", he straightened his arms and spread his palms to face down, and the four terrifying words sounded again:

"Black coffin funeral."

Eight giant arms broke through the ground, faster than the original four, and blocked all directions almost instantly, this time, the range was fifty miles.

The master of the Buddha who was smashed to the ground before had gradually woken up, listening to the terrible ghost screams around him, and hurriedly exerted his magical powers, or chanted excessively, or drove away with a talisman peach wood sword, and finally leveled it down, but looked up to find that Ya Liu had cast the black coffin again.

And this time, they couldn't escape.

……

In just a few breaths, the eight arms were entwined together, and several young Taoist priests saw that the sunlight above their heads was getting less and less, and their faces became more and more pale.

"Amitabha."

A strong figure recited a Buddha horn and then sat on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please protect the Dharma for the poor monks." The host of Cong Mo Yuan said and closed his eyes.

On the side, the master and ancestor of Hanjing Temple seemed to have guessed something, frowned and hesitated slightly, and sat down with him.

The old monk clasped his hands together, shook his head, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if sighing and regretting.

In the western sky, the bells and drums are ringing in unison, and there are colorful glows coming here, and everyone understands that the two of them are going to become Buddhas on the ground.

……

The crow in the sky turned a blind eye to this scene, and the soul banner beside him emitted endless black energy, which was bound to confront the vast Buddha light in the west.

Hundreds of ghosts collided with the Buddha's light regardless of the cost, and a terrible scream sounded, even the Buddha was moved.

The black coffin below had already taken shape, and the last glimmer of light above everyone's heads was also deprived, completely plunging into endless darkness, and there was nothing else in their ears except the sound of the black coffin rumbling and falling.

"Gah!"

The sudden sound overhead made everyone feel excited, and a crow with red eyes flashing came out of the coffin wall and rushed straight to the two meditating monks below.

The monk had already seen this scene, and with a grabble of his right hand into the air, the crow suddenly exploded into a pile of sand.

But that's just the beginning, two, three, ten, hundred...... More and more crows came out of the coffin wall and attacked the people inside, and the king didn't think much about it, and waved his sword and worked with everyone to protect the Dharma for the two people who were sitting.

……

The crow seems to be boundless, killing one and giving birth to two, the damage is not great, but it is better than the ants biting the elephant to death, and the people present are tired of coping, and the injured have appeared in a short time.

A young Taoist priest in the Shangqing Palace was not very pecked by the crows, and rolled on the ground in pain, and a large group of crows saw this and swarmed up to peck it so bloody, and when the brothers rushed to help, he was pecked to the point that he was not human.

This kind of misery is just the beginning, and after a while, another person fell, and the end was as miserable, and everyone gradually began to lose physical strength, and even the royal authority was taken advantage of the opportunity to peck twice, but fortunately it did not hurt the vital point.

When everyone was about to lose their support, a pillar of golden light suddenly fell, smashing a hole in the black coffin above, and the crows directly turned into flying ashes where they passed, and the soft light instantly spread all over the body of the presiding officer of the Cong Mo Academy.

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