The black-clothed young man and Hong Qingyan's Liang Zi were obviously bigger, and they didn't care about the white-clothed monk's clumsy borrowing of a knife to kill people, and commanded in a cold voice:

"Go and get the runaway monk back, just spare a breath."

"Yes." The three god-transforming monks were dispatched in unison.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and her silver teeth were bitten, she was the only daughter of the Yang Emperor, Yang Dingchun.

……

The battle between the king's authority and the old man outside the territory is full of dangers, and the supernatural powers of the soul period cannot be guessed by common sense, and the other party stretches out a seemingly simple hand, and he will escape a hundred feet away, and if he takes a slow step, he will be crushed by the surging power of heaven and earth.

The Soul Residency Period has already touched the threshold of the Heavenly Dao, but it is impossible to speak the Dharma like the Mahayana Period, and it often needs to be performed with the corresponding actions.

Wang Quanquan relied on his own intuition of danger and dodged many killing moves, although he was extremely embarrassed, but he also figured out the old man's routine, as long as he kept dodging and did not confront the other party head-on, he would retire after the reinforcements arrived.

The old man saw the young man's thoughts, and said something to break through:

"Don't think in vain, this time the target of the Yang Cang Realm is the rear of the entire Three Immortal Realm, and the Assassin Sect and the Foggy Mountain County are all too busy to take care of themselves, and no one will come to support you."

The only remaining hope of the king's authority was gone, so he had to take the enemy seriously, and once again took out his previous posture, and shouted softly in his mouth, "I have a sword, but I can kill immortals", but this time the speed of speech was obviously much faster, and he decided to take out the sword without waiting for the dark clouds to gather.

Previously, it caused the world to change color, pretending to be forced is one thing, and more is trying to delay time, but now the lives of the disciples of the sect below are hanging by a thread, Hong Qingyan, the head of the generation, is being chased and killed, and the mountain protection spirit beast is also restrained by the other party, and everything can only rely on himself.

Bai Yujing's swordsmanship is Zhao Shuquan's famous skill in the end, even if he has to face it seriously during the soul stationing period, the old man spread his hands in front of him and made a resistance posture, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth immediately gathered in one place, forming a transparent shield in front of him.

Wang Quanquan stabbed his sword on the shield, but he didn't feel the shock, but his great strength seemed to be in the quagmire, and he was quickly consumed, and he fell deeper and deeper, and when he wanted to draw his sword, he was already pulled by the other party.

He had encountered this method of overcoming rigidity with softness more than once, and he had a headache every time, and at this moment he finally realized the pain of his opponent's refusal to face it head-on.

But now is not the time to empathize, the long sword in Wang Zhiquan's hand flashed, and it was divided into two again, and the two fairy swords were cut hard with the sword grid as the axis, and the aura shield suddenly made a "stab" sound like a cloth tearing, he seized the opportunity, and broke free under his feet.

……

On the other side, Hong Qingyan, who was at the peak of the Yuan Infant, still underestimated the speed of the Transformation Stage, he thought that he could escape to the Lun Thorn Sect, and he didn't want to be surrounded by the three of them in the middle as soon as he flew out of less than fifty zhang.

Looking at the light of the different colors of the spells in the other party's hands, Hong Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, and when his life was hanging by a thread, a coquettish cry sounded from not far away:

"Close!"

An extreme suction came, and before a god-transforming monk could react, his body quickly shrank and flew to the side, and after a few breaths, he was sucked into his abdomen by a purple gold gourd.

The woman holding the gourd quickly stuffed the stopper, and at the same time, her face showed joy, she didn't expect that she could take down the Avatar Monk so easily.

Hong Qingyan was even more energetic than a woman at the moment, and pointed to the remaining two people:

"You guys are miserable, my Lingyun Sect refining master is here, there are all kinds of poisonous insects in her treasure gourd, and she even has to kneel and beg for mercy when she sees her during the soul residency period, once you are put into the gourd, you will be happy to the sky."

As he spoke, he ran to the green-shirted woman like a dog, and whispered:

"What to do, quickly accepted them."

He glanced at him and said:

"My treasure gourd is flawed, and I can only accept one person a day."

"Aren't you the master of the Instrument Hall, so you didn't cultivate?"

"This is an ancient magic weapon, the craft has long been lost, it would be good to be able to receive one."

The two of them were frowning here, and not far away, the two god-transforming monks saw the clue and said in a deep voice:

"They're playing tricks, on!"

Hong Qingyan was observing the movements of the two from beginning to end, seeing them flying towards them, pulling their legs and walking, Yao Lu was stunned at first when he saw this, and then said angrily:

"You bastard, you actually left your companions and ran away, it's really unjust."

"This is called strategic retreat, as the acting head of the sect, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the sect, I don't live for myself."

"Fart, you're just greedy for life and afraid of death."

Ji Lu said hatefully, and threw out a small cyan bell behind him with his backhand, the small bell was simple and old, and there was a wide crack on it.

The speed of the Avatar Monk was amazing, and he hit the bronze bell in an instant, and he pinched the trick with one hand, and lightly spit out the word "explosion", and a piece of rune paper hidden in the bell immediately exuded an aura of destruction.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, two foreign monks rushed out of the smoke and dust, one of them in tattered clothes, bleeding from his arm, obviously not lightly injured.

The action of Yao Lu still did not stop, and threw three magic weapons again, and the two people in the rear did not dare to hold it up again, so they hurriedly stopped their bodies to dodge, and there were three explosions, but this time they failed to hurt them.

Seeing this, Hong Qingyan shouted:

"That's it, throw more."

"To put it mildly, those are ancient treasures, even if they have lost their effect, casting magic weapons are also superior materials."

"What then?"

Yao Lu ignored him, and threw out a black thing with his backhand, and the foreign monks saw that it was a broken inkstone, and they dodged one after another, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't see any movement, and then they realized that they had been tricked.

After throwing the inkstone, the woman threw out a bald brush, in line with the principle of preferring to believe it, the two people in the rear could only take the trouble to dodge, but it turned out that it was indeed a common rotten brush.

It was a person who was also going to be aroused to the true fire, and the lightly injured Avatar Monk snorted coldly, and the aura around his body was full of energy, forming a thick shield in front of him, and he violently accelerated his pursuit of it.

The woman didn't seem to understand what it meant to accept it when she saw it, and threw out a gray paperweight again, and the extraterritorial monk looked at the inconspicuous paperweight, and waved the aura to slap it away, and the moment the aura touched it, the paperweight suddenly became larger, and turned into a gray stone pillar in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the Yang Cang Realm cultivator's blood was cold, as he caught a glimpse of the secret numb explosive rune paper on the back of the stone pillar.

A smile appeared on her face, and she opened her mouth, but the extraterritorial monk only saw her mouth move, and before she could hear the sound, the whole person was drowned by the explosion.

Between the flying stones, Ji Lu and Hong Qingyan were not spared, and they were swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and the only remaining god cultivator was also uncomfortable, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he completely lost his ability to fight.

Yang Dingchun, who was fighting in the distance, had a calm but not angry face, secretly scolded "waste", took a step, and instantly came to the back of Hong Qingyan, who was out of control, and grabbed his neck.

"Do you remember this young master?"

The cold and piercing voice made Hong Qingyan can't help but be smart, he immediately smiled all over his face, and said again:

"The woman spares her life, I report and expose it, the guy with the double sword in the sky is called Zhao Zhiyi, who led the team to blow up your portal before, and later took away an extraterritorial monk, it seems that his name is Ziying."

Wang Quanquan, who was fighting against the old man who was stationed in the soul, jumped for no reason, looked around in a blink of an eye, and saw Hong Qingyan who was captured by Yang Dingchun at a glance, and he immediately guessed something:

This bastard, eighty percent sold himself again.

……

(End of chapter)