"Huh? Where did the Terran monks come from? They are all low-level cultivators in the Yuan Infant Jindan stage, and they are vulnerable. ”

Su Xuemo half-squinted her hazy eyes, hugged the sleeping little boy and put on her dress, and lay lazily on the big bed, her spiritual power floated into a surveillance screen, looking at the monks who were approaching, not ready to do it directly, find out the situation and then make plans.

"Hmm... Xiaobai, what are you doing? ”

Chen Yi opened his confused sleeping eyes, felt the crispy and numb touch, and glared at the girl with a wicked smile on her face, sleeping well, and suddenly woke up by tossing, which was particularly unpleasant.

"Baby, someone's coming."

Su Xuemo pursed her bright red cherry lips, her crescent-like eyes sparkled, and her delicate and charming face showed a malicious smile, and the angry cutie was very funny.

"Huh? Are these people all immortal cultivators? ”

Chen Yi turned over and leaned on the soft and delicate body of the girl, looking at the picture on the ice blue screen, dozens of young and young people with extraordinary momentum, except for two men wearing veils, the rest are women, and most of them are middle-aged and elderly monks, who are not good.

"They are all low-level cultivators, and their strength is very weak."

Su Xuemo blinked her watery eyes, hugged the soft villain, breathed the refreshing fragrance, and kneaded her tender little face, looking very comfortable.

"This is the trace of the thunder tribulation, the thunder range spreads for hundreds of miles, and the treasures that can survive the thunder tribulation are definitely not ordinary immortals!"

The unkempt old beggar was holding a long gray stick, his long dirty hair was twisted into a ball, his tattered robe, and his broken shoes with four toes exposed, exuding a filthy sour smell all over his body, which formed a great contrast with the gorgeous clothes and well-dressed people.

"Stinky old crutches, his legs have been broken by others, and he dares to get involved in and grab treasures? Aren't you afraid that no one will collect your body when you die? The old woman in Chinese clothes with a cane sneered with murderous intent.

"The old beggar doesn't care about you junior." The old beggar bared his black and yellow teeth and said with a disdainful smile.

"Look! This is the best magic weapon of the immortal rank! ”

Everyone looked at the bright and exquisite four-story pavilion, their mouths were dry, their hearts were shocked, and it was very common to attack and defend magic weapons, but this was a whole building, and it was also an immortal-level magic weapon.

For tens of thousands of years, I have never seen the magic weapon of the Immortal Ladder Pavilion, except for the immortals above the Nine Heavens, who can create a magic weapon that survives the thunder tribulation without any damage, which contains too many secrets.

There may be an elixir hidden in the building, or a magic weapon inheritance left by the immortals, but it is a great opportunity!

"Senior sisters, form a divine power array!"

The beautiful woman in a cyan robe turned around, and the six of them glanced at each other and pinched their handprints in unison.

"This treasure pavilion belongs to this seat, the four protectors!"

The people in the Demon Sect in black robes laughed and rushed towards the Snow Ink Pavilion, not caring at all about the cold gazes of everyone.

Boom!

The murderous beautiful girl crossed the crowd, kicked out five times in a row, and the five people who had not touched the Snow Ink Pavilion flew straight upside down, blood spraying all over the ground.

"Death to this seat!"

The leader of the Demon Sect's complexion changed drastically, and smashed out a corrosive inky black spiritual power to frantically attack the arrogant and domineering girl.

"Heh..."

The girl in a black power suit, with awe-inspiring blood-red eyes, bright red lips trembling slightly, seemed to be a mockery that seemed to be smiling rather than laughing, and her slender long legs kicked out quickly.

"Poof......

"No!"

Click! Click......

The leader of the Demon Sect was kicked down, and the girl in black showed a bloodthirsty evil smile on her face, and in front of everyone, she crushed the bones of her whole body little by little, and then stepped on her chest, blood and internal organ fragments splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the atmosphere became more and more heavy.

"Shhh This is Li Tong, the deputy leader of the Evil Demon Sect, who cultivated in the late Yuan Infant period, and died so miserably! ”

The old beggar gasped and said in horror, and when everyone heard the crisp sound of bone cracking, they were terrified, and their eyes were full of fear and fear when they looked at the girl in black.

In the mortal realm where the aura is weak, it is already excellent to be able to cultivate to the Jindan realm, but any sect elder, and Yuanying cultivation, can open a mountain and establish a sect as an ancestor, but he was easily killed by three punches and two feet, and the death was so tragic, can you not be shocked.

"This Snow Ink Pavilion is mine!" The girl in black looked at everyone coldly and ruthlessly, and said in a murderous voice.

"Amitabha, this thing is related to my Buddha, don't make mistakes!" The middle-aged nun wearing a dark robe twisted the Buddha beads with one hand, smiling without smiling, looked at the girl in black and said hypocritically: "The donor has fallen into the hell of boundless killing, why don't you follow the poor nun into the nunnery, cleanse the body full of sins, and achieve the positive result in the coming day, achieve the Arhat fruit position, and hope to be the Bodhisattva Buddha fruit position, okay?" ”

"Phew! Jingxuan old nun, are you worthy too? ”

The white-haired old man of the fairy wind Dao raised his long sword shining with thunder, led the people behind him, and shouted in a righteous and awe-inspiring voice: "Demons and evil ways, everyone will be punished!" This son is young and has reached the consummation of the first baby, looking at its murderous aura, if you don't get rid of this scourge, the world will be in chaos, and the blood will flow like a river! Would you like to help me slay the demons? ”

"The truth is reasonable!" The middle-aged Taoist woman echoed, and then pointed at the two people in front of the Snow Ink Pavilion, and shouted angrily: "Evil animal! If you lead the neck and kill, you will be caught, and you can still spare a way to live, if you are obsessed and stubbornly resist, then don't blame the poor road for hanging you up, peeling your skin and cramping, and crushing your bones and ashes! ”

"Kill!"

The girl in black screamed angrily, unruly, put on black and gold gloves, and rushed towards everyone and waved her fists, attracting fierce spiritual power, like a tiger roaring, fierce and powerful, fists to the flesh.

"Poof..."

"Poof... I hate ...... so much."

"Chop! You dare to stab me in the waist? My mother is going to kill your whole family! Grab your beautiful husband! With your son, the old lady wants to play to death... Poof......"

"What's the call? Do you call again? I can't stab you! ”

"Quack! It's good to fight, it's better to be all dead! ”

......

The chaotic battle is about to break out, the restless spiritual power, the chaotic shouting and scolding, the wail before death, tragic and cruel.

"Old nun, little evil animal, dare to die together?"

The white-haired old Dao's aura was disordered, his head hung down, his magic weapon Dao robe was tattered, and even one of his arms was cut off.

"Phew... Miss Ben will be afraid of you? ”

The girl in black spat out viscous blood, staring at the blood-stained old Dao and Jingxuan nuns, surrounded by broken corpses, the smell of blood soared into the sky, and the smoked people couldn't open their eyes.

"Young man, it's just too easy to break, our two old bones are exchanged for you a young Tianjiao, and you are not lonely on Huangquan Road!"

Nun Jingxuan's face was like yellow paper, pale golden blood kept flowing down the corners of her mouth, and she didn't mean to do anything, she had enjoyed the glory and wealth for so many years, how could she not be afraid of death.

The veteran of the half-step Transformation Stage, the Jingxuan nun of the Golden Body Perfection Realm, and the black-clothed girl who cultivated physical arts, stood in the pile of corpses and stared at each other viciously, racing against time to recover their physical strength and spiritual power at full speed, and the situation suddenly stalemate.