The dragon spear in the sky tried to rush down several times, but was blocked by the great monk.

Jiaolong Lance was furious and opened his mouth to question the great monk.

"Bald donkey, what are you fighting with me here, how long can your thin soul last? You don't want to be reincarnated! ”

Great monk: "Amitabha, the poor monk has asked for Tan Yue below, in order to save her life, my soul is not worth mentioning." ”

Jiaolong Lance was dismissive: "Do you have a request for her?" You give her to me, and I will do this for you, how about it? ”

The great monk "Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to bother with me, only she can do this!" And the poor monk looks at your words and deeds, you shouldn't be able to kill people in this ruins, why do you have to kill that female Tanyue now? ”

"He has Liu Zhengxia's spiritual power fluctuations on his body, if Liu Zhengxia hadn't beaten me seriously and threw me to the bottom of the sea, I wouldn't have been dug out of my backbone and forged into a weapon! Those next to Liu Zhengxia have to die! ”

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, if you really want to take revenge and go to Liu Zhengxia, how can you anger others?"

"I'm all a weapon, so naturally I can come as I please, without the compassion of your monks. Great monk, if you don't get out of the way, I'll break all your bones! ”

"The donor doesn't have to threaten the poor monk, the poor monk has already made it clear that as long as you step on the bones of the poor monk, the poor monk will naturally not be able to control it."

"Good! Good! Good! Don't you want to play with your life? I'll play with you! ”

The blood mist of the dragon spear deepened, and smashed into the head of the great monk with the turbulent seawater, and the great monk couldn't dodge, so he could only raise the nine-ring tin staff and follow hard.

Hello!

The loud sound spread in all directions with the turbulent current, and Yang Zhao was washed unsteadily, almost being swept away by the current.

When the two were fighting anxiously, Yang Zhao's ears suddenly heard the whisper of the great monk.

"Tan Yue, the poor monk has been dead for hundreds of years, and there is nothing left of incense; and did not transfer to the ghost path, and there was no half point left in the cultivation; It's okay for a short time on this dragon lance, but the poor monk will definitely not be able to win against him after a long time, Tan Yue, you still have to plan early, and it is only right to go out of the ruins as soon as possible. ”

Yang Zhao was a little shocked when she heard this, she took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down, lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"Master, I could have broken the spell to get out, but I don't know what method the dragon spear used, which affected the surrounding space, and I couldn't get out after the spell was broken."

Great monk: "That's simple, wait a while for the poor monk to cast a spell, suppress it here, you just run straight, run out of a distance, the broken spell will naturally send you out, but my soul is thin, I may not be able to suppress it for a long time, you have to hurry." ”

Yang Zhao: "Master don't worry, I understand." But what do you do if I run away? ”

"Tan Yue don't worry, I'll just delay with you for some time. As soon as you leave, I can retreat, and those foundation building period monks are eyeing it below, trying to subdue it, and as soon as I retreat, they will naturally surround me. ”

Yang Zhao looked at the group of foundation building period monks next to him, the heavenly fighting method attracted the continuous increase in the foundation building period, and now there were more than thirty people standing there.

A group of people were there whispering and eager to try.

Yang Zhao hurriedly took out a Bigu Dan and stuffed it into his mouth in case of emergency.

She had been on the run for a long time, and she was already a little hungry.

"Master, come with me out of the ruins, and I'll find a way to send you back to your hometown."

"No need, the poor monk has been soaking here for hundreds of years, and he has long been used to it, and it is important for Tan Yue to flee for his life." The voice of the great monk was tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

"I understand, you wait for me, you can't follow me out, I'll ask someone to take you out, I will definitely let you return to your roots."

She trotted all the way to the pile of foundation-building monks.

"Senior Sheng, I have some things I want to discuss with you alone, can I talk in private?"

The people next to him immediately shifted their attention to the two of them, looking like they were watching a good show.

Sheng Tsuji raised his eyebrows, bowed his head and said a few words to the person next to him, and followed Yang Zhao into the distance.

He took out a small charm from his cuff, and with a blow of spiritual power, it emitted a faint green light.

"It's a mute spell, you can say whatever you want."

Yang Zhao: "I want to give out the silver, please take the senior in the sky out when you go out of the ruins." ”

"Oh? He has been dead here for hundreds of years, and the average necromancer is too reluctant to leave his burial place, do you have the consent of your predecessors for this plan? ”

"The predecessor is willing, I am the same race as him, and it is our tradition to return to the roots."

Sheng Tsuji nodded slightly: "It's not difficult, how many silver taels do you come up with?" ”

"It depends on what you mean, I don't have anything to say."

Sheng Tsuji thought for a moment: "Two hundred taels of silver!" ”

"Okay!"

Yang Zhao reached out and was about to dig out his pocket, but Sheng Tsuji hurriedly stopped her.

"When I take him out, I'll pay the money."

Yang Zhao didn't put his hand down, poured out five or six gold leaves and handed them over.

"Senior Sheng, these are counted as deposits, and I am relieved that you accept them."

Sheng Tsuji snorted and laughed, and took the gold leaves: "Yes, I will calm your heart." ”

Yang Zhao gave a deep salute: "Senior Sheng, please." ”

Sheng Tsuji dodged to the side: "Don't be polite, I will do things when you give the money, as it should be." ”

The two said goodbye to each other, and Moritsuji turned to go back.

"Thank you Tan Yue for planning for the poor monks."

"Master, you are a life-saving grace to me, and I really deserve your gratitude."

Great Monk: "Tan Yue, pay attention, the poor monk is about to cast a spell to trap that dragon spear." ”

Yang Zhao looked up, only to see that the great monk was covered in golden light, and his flesh and blood gradually disappeared, and the pale skeleton inside was turned golden by the golden light.

When the people below saw this change, they talked about it.

"The one above doesn't look like a ghost cultivator, is this soul about to disperse?"

"I thought he was going to fight for this dragon spear, but it's okay."

"What's in it for him to be angry and angry with him?"

……

In mid-air, the great monk picked out the dragon spear with a tin rod, pinched the Buddha's finger with one hand, and began to chant the mantra.

"Boom, well, what, horn, mic, boom."

I saw that one of his hand bones was suddenly broken, carrying golden light on it, and flew outward.

The bones of the hand grew bigger and bigger, and they covered their faces

Jiaolong Lance.

The dragon spear tossed up and down, trying to throw out the huge hand bones.

But the bones of the hand seemed to have taken root, and they stuck to him.

And the bones of the hand are still getting bigger, and the weight is getting heavier and heavier.

Jiaolong Lance simply conjured up the Jiao body, trying to open this hand bone, but in vain, there was nothing to do.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao lifted his spiritual power and ran into the distance with his light body technique.

"Bald donkey! You let go of me! ”

The great monk didn't say much, and he still recited the six-character Da Ming Dharani in his mouth.

The hand bone had become the size of a small mountain, and the huge weight of the dragon spear slowly descended, and the speed became faster and faster.

Bang!

A small mountain smashed from the sky to the ground, crushing the dragon spear below.

There are six big characters faintly floating on the hill.

Om, well, what, horn, mi, huh.

The dragon spear kept shaking its head and tail inside, trying to break free there, but the hand bones were as heavy as Mount Tai, and even if it used all its strength, it couldn't move.

It didn't give up, and instantly recovered the body of the spear, trying to take the opportunity to slip out of it, but who knew that the hill formed by the hand bones seemed to grow in its flesh, and as it became smaller, it instantly filled the gap, leaving him no time at all.

Since then, it has not been able to move.

"You bald donkey, just because you are a necromancy, how long can you crush me? Wait for me to come out and let your soul fly away, and you will not be reincarnated! ”

Casually the dragon spear shouted below, and the great monk just ignored it.

Eventually, he muttered a six-character mantra and applied mana to the hill.

When those foundation building period monks saw this rapidly changing battle situation, they all shook their heads in admiration.

"It's such a good spell, no wonder the woman ran away ahead of schedule."

"Does anyone know what a spell this is?"

"I don't know, but this spell is so powerful, it should be very famous!"

"Do you think I can buy this spell back if I spend money?"

"The senior above is a necromancer, and it is estimated that people will not need silver."

"This dragon spear has met an opponent!"

……

Although these foundation building period monks were more appreciative of this spell, they were not optimistic about the skeletons in the sky, because the skeleton visible to the naked eye continued to struggle with the dragon spear, and the golden light on its body was slowly fading.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the soul power on the skeleton will not be able to support this spell, and then it will be the time for the dragon spear to get out of trouble.

However, after such a long time of fighting, the dragon spear must have consumed a lot of spiritual power, and after it came out, there were more possibilities for subduing it.

Everyone was gearing up, waiting for that moment.

Sheng Tsuji next to him frowned slightly, he took Yang Zhao's deposit and wanted to take this pair of bones out, but now he is missing a hand bone, in case something is missing in the end, do you want to give her a discount after going out?

On the other side, Yang Zhao didn't see this wonderful scene at all, she didn't dare to look back and ran away, pinching the broken charm in her hand, praying for it to be launched quickly.

Finally, she noticed that the shattered charm in her hand was heating slightly, and there were signs that she wanted to activate.

Suddenly, the sound of a mountain collapsing could be heard in the distance.

Yang Zhao was startled, and his speed was a few points faster.

Finally, the shattered charm slowly broke free from her hand, and a dark shadow rose from the shattered charm, instantly growing larger, enveloping her in it.

"You can't go! Leave it for me! ”

A voice came from behind her, deafening.

The spell that had already been activated, the speed of teleportation suddenly slowed down, like a stuttering computer.

Yang Zhao turned her head and saw a big gun in the sky quickly approaching her, bringing up a stream of water like a blizzard torpedo.

Sweating profusely, she stared at the figure and prayed silently in her heart.

"Faster, please, faster!"

Unfortunately, the prayer was useless, and the speed of the spell was not any faster.

The sharp-eyed Jiaolong was getting closer and closer, Yang Zhao estimated the distance, put his fingers to the center of his eyebrows, and was ready to summon Lei Fa at any time.

Finally, the dragon spear was less than 100 meters away from her.

"Subtle vacuum, Shenxiao Zhao Gong, Lei Lai!"

Click, boom!

Lei Fa's speed was too fast, even if the dragon spear had been prepared, he didn't dodge Lei Fa's pursuit, and was suddenly slashed to the ground by this thunderbolt, and there was no room for resistance.

This time, the dragon spear lay on the ground for a short time before struggling to get up.

It can be seen that it has injuries on its body, and its spiritual power does not seem to be sufficient at the beginning, except for the angry mood, it has shown fatigue in other aspects.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to tear you up!"

The spell had almost covered Yang Zhao's whole person, and she raised the big gun in her hand, the tip of which was pointed at the Jiaolong spear, trying to buy a little time one last time.

"Hehe, Tick Shake the Tree!"

The Jiaolong spear flew in front of Yang Zhao in an instant, and he opened his mouth wide and wanted to bite her to pieces.

Yang Zhao threw the spear at Jiaolong's mouth with both hands, wanting to attack Jiaolong's upper jaw.

As soon as the dragon's mouth closed, Yang Zhao's big gun shattered three sections with a click.

It shook its head and spit out the garbage in its mouth, and the big tail behind it slapped at Yang Zhao with the sound of the wind.

Call!

Yang Zhao pounced to the side, holding the magic sword given by the old shark in his hand, and his spiritual power urged the frozen magic circle and the tenacious sword body on it to meet the tail that flung over again.

Boom!

The weapons intersected, Yang Zhao was thrown out in an instant, and fell to the ground, half of her body was unconscious.

And that big tail was also frozen for most of the time.

There are more and more places where the spell is shrouded.

She can be sure this time that the power of the dragon spear has indeed become smaller, and she used to be able to smash her into a meatloaf with a single blow, but now she is not dead.

The big tail smashed to the ground in an instant, and although the ice crystals on it shattered to the ground, there were still a little hoarfrost hanging on it.

Yang Zhao took the opportunity to send mana wildly, raised the magic sword in his hand, and stabbed it violently, this tail was too big for her, and she could stab it no matter what.

The frost that had just fallen from the tail was sealed again.

"Thief junior!"

Jiaolong Spear scolded angrily, its huge body instantly became smaller, and the body of the spear shook and stabbed at Yang Zhao's head.

Lang Lang, a long sword shot straight over, knocking the head of the dragon spear crooked.

It was Sheng Tsuji's hand, and the monks in the foundation building period behind him had already caught up.

The Jiaolong Spear was not entangled with him, over there, the entry and exit spells had already wrapped Yang Zhao's whole body, and the color was slowly fading.

The dragon spear roared angrily and stabbed out hard.

Yang Zhao was shrouded in a spell and could no longer see the scene inside the ruins, but when she heard the roar, she tried to lean back, and with a "snap", her whole body smashed to the ground.

Call!

The dragon spear shot out against the tip of her nose with the sound of the wind.

Yang Zhao stood up, holding the magic sword in both hands, guarding against the attack of the dragon spear again.

Suddenly, the noise came to her ears, and in an instant she seemed to be in the middle of the city.

"Oops, why did this dragon gun come out?"

"Oh, that's true! I thought that this dragon spear would have to hold on for more than ten years before it could get out of the ruins. ”

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout.

"You dare to go wild outside the ruins! Wait until I get back! ”

Only then did Yang Zhao react, she had already come out of the ruins, and she was now in front of the Luo Yihai Clan's stall.

The loud shout just now was the Luo Yihai clan who threw the dragon spear into the ruins last time.