Brother Gongzi and Goatee's faces were embarrassed, they wasted so much effort, not only did they not solve the hidden dangers, but they also lost a beautiful hostage.

The two looked at each other angrily and stepped back. If you don't solve the disciples of Buddhism, you will now divide life and death and snatch the final victory, which is very unrealistic, in case both of them are defeated, then the disciples of Buddhism will appear again, wouldn't it be a tragedy.

The more life and death experienced on the battlefield, the more cautious you are, because as long as you are careless, you will lose your head.

Zhan Tian saw the two of them retreating, touched his nose, and felt a little regretful, his abacus was just waiting for the two of them to fight to the death, but unfortunately they were obviously not so stupid.

With a twist of mind, return to the princess universe.

The breath of enlightenment was sensed by him, and after checking it, he couldn't help but be stunned, because although the Buddha had become an eleventh level in cultivation, he was obviously injured. Seeing that the little nun was being taken care of by Houtu and the little princess, he hurriedly flew to the ninety-ninth layer of hell.

"Enlightenment, what's going on?" Zhan Tian said with some puzzlement.

"Zhantian Daoist, no, my lord, I have already said before that I will fall into cultivation to come to the princess universe to overcome my grievances. This time, I happened to be injured and rescued by the Confucian ancestors, so I came to fulfill my promise. The Buddha had a smile on his face, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

Zhan Tian probed from the memories of the demon seed and found that this was indeed the case, not only he was injured, but the rest were all injured, and the Sword Ancestor even broke an arm, but fortunately, they desperately fled into the stronghold of the Buddha Gate and teleported away from the battlefield.

In the fourteenth-level battlefield, there is not a single Buddhist disciple left, if it weren't for their luck, the only disciples who besieged them were three disciples who traveled through the Daomen, I'm afraid they would have burped. From the memory of the Buddha, he saw that not only the Confucian Ancestor and a few of them had left the battlefield, but even Wuxin and the Demon Dragon Ancestor had already withdrawn from the battlefield, and the two were more seriously injured, and the Demon Dragon Ancestor was even unconscious.

"Is my Demon Dragon sister okay?"

"Lord Wuxin said it's okay, it's just that my heart was broken, I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate, mainly because I need the source stone ......"

Zhan Tian clenched his fists, explained that Wudao was kind enough to recuperate his body, and returned to Princess Peak.

The little nun was lying on the chaise longue, Hou Tu was chatting with her for some reason, while the little princess was holding a cute pink rabbit and giggling.

Zhan Tian stepped forward, checked the situation of the little nun, and found that it was all right, and explained a few words to Houtu and the little princess, and left in a hurry.

The Demon Dragon Ancestor was injured, or his heart was injured, which made Zhan Tian no longer in the mood to wait, the extraterritorial battlefield is very special, and he can't withdraw at will, because as soon as he withdraws, all the combat exploits will disappear, unless he waits for the battlefield to end and divide the winner and loser......

Withdraw, Zhan Tian is unwilling, so many battle exploits, you should be able to exchange a lot of source stones. Sister Demon Dragon's cultivation is so high, she doesn't have a source stone, and she can't save her at all, and it will only increase her sadness if she goes.

On the battlefield, everything seemed to be so calm, but careful Zhan Tian found that some of the names on the battle merit list had changed and had disappeared. At first, he thought that he had been killed by him before, but when he looked closely, he found that only this time, there was a change again. The name of the third place turned gray, and then slowly disappeared.

The second and third seem to be Confucian, could it be that the boy did it, or did they have infighting among the Confucianists. From the memories of those remnant souls, Zhan Tian already knew that most of the disciples of these Confucian and Taoist sects were external staff, and the real Confucian and Taoist sects almost never sent people into the battlefield below level twenty.

Zhan Tian secretly hid his figure and approached the colorful point of light in the middle of the battlefield.

Sure enough, around the point of light, countless Confucian and Taoist disciples confronted each other, the atmosphere was very weird, the smell of gunpowder was real, and it was only a fuse.

"Young Master Zhen, as long as you give me this battlefield, I will give you my gourd, how about it?" The goatee squinted his eyes and spoke.

"Hehe, Jia Xiaoren, do you believe your words? Your junior brother can do it, how dare I believe you? ”

"Nonsense, don't splash dirty water, it's obvious that you attacked ......"

"Hehe, I'm not interested in seeking justice for your junior brother, if you quit, I'll give you an eleventh-level universe as compensation, how about it?"

"Haha, I don't dare ask you for it. You give it with your left hand, and let your kindred take it back with your right hand, and I'm not a fool......"

"Is that something to talk about?" Brother Gongzi's face changed and he waved his hand.

"Do it!" The goatee is not ambiguous, his junior brother actually wanted to steal his treasure gourd, but he didn't know that the treasure gourd had been thoroughly refined by him, and was finally killed by him, which also led to him having to give an explanation to his master, so he could only throw the pot on Zhen Gongzi.

Zhen Gongzi is not a fuel-efficient lamp, Niu Bi is missing a junior brother, if he was only half sure before, now there are at least seventy percent, if it drags on, Niu Bi will come to the senior brother again, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Eleventh level universe, he doesn't care, what he cares about is making achievements and getting the approval of the family elders. As for Zhan Tian, although he was worried, he couldn't take care of it, he had a lot of dreams at night, so at most he should be careful after killing the bull's nose.

The two leaders had given the order, and the battle naturally began.

Flying swords flew wildly, big swords slashed indiscriminately, screams came out from time to time, and there were poisoned, lime-sprinkling, and stealth sneak attacks.

This also opened Zhan Tian's eyes, how could the struggle of high-level monks feel like a street gangster fighting. What he didn't know was that in this twenty-ninth-level universe, these forces that were in the outflow really belonged to the level of gangsters who did not enter the stream.

The real army can only be seen on the battlefield in the twenties.

Scuffle, I'm afraid it's a scuffle with thousands of people, and Zhan Tian and others also moved after Zhen Gongzi and Jia Xiaoren started fighting.

Carefully check the aura of these disciples, as long as there is resentment and death qi entangled, Zhan Tian will not hesitate to put down the black fist. Although it is disgraceful, the effect is surprisingly good.

They are also eleventh-level peak cultivators, but they don't have exercises, compared to Zhen Gongzi and Jia Xiaoren, they are really much worse. Zhan Tian stealth sneak attack, if it is against those two people, then stealth is to lie to himself. But to deal with these followers, the effect is surprisingly good.

A younger brother was punched in the stomach and took two steps back, and the opponent was about to step forward to make up for the knife, but suddenly found that the guy who had retreated had disappeared. Muttering a few words in his mouth, looking for his opponent again. There are many people, as long as they are enemies, they are all red, so they will naturally not recognize the wrong person, and it is easy to find.

An hour later, half of the people on the battlefield were missing, but they were all red-eyed, after all, the comrades around him died, and the resentment would naturally affect the living......