A mouthful of blood went straight to his heart and lungs, Yang Zhao's head was stunned, and in an instant, his body suddenly grew dozens of meters uncontrollably, and a layer of black gas rose from his body, and the black gas instantly swelled hundreds of meters, and he whispered with his teeth and claws, as if he had life.

This change startled all the monks to retreat, but two monks relied on their high skills and relied on the moment when Yang Zhao's body was out of control, and bullied forward.

One person held a blade and opened a large hole of more than ten meters in Yang Zhao's abdomen, and scarlet hot blood fell like rain.

Another person hit Yang Zhao's left hind leg with a black light, only to see that the skin and flesh on the left hind leg fell one after another like a knife from Ku Ding, leaving only the white bones of the forest.

"Whew!"

A tiger roar shook the sky and the earth, his golden eyes were stained with blood, the black qi on his body surged, and clusters of black thorns shot out from the black mist, tying the two monks and dragging them in, and the two monks were silent in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the death of the two cultivators was unknown.

The monks who can enter the Divine Dream have a narrow vision, and in an instant, someone recognizes what this black mist is.

"Watch out for the black mist, it's a ghost! Whoever is killed by him can become a ghost!"

This sentence caused the monks to take two more steps back.

The pain of deboning made Yang Zhao fierce, she lowered her head, flapped her wings, picked a monk who looked the weakest and rushed forward.

The monk was furious, and as he retreated, he pressed down with the seal in both hands.

"How dare you underestimate me!"

With a loud shout, I saw Yang Zhao's forward action stagnating, and the bulges were densely bulging under the tiger skin, and the bulges were scurrying around under the skin, as if there were snakes and rats swimming.

"Whew!"

This was like the pain of peeling the skin, which made Yang Zhao stumble, and he almost didn't fall from the sky, and finally stabilized his body, so he heard the monk laugh fiercely.

"Bloom!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of sharp knives pierced the drum skin, and in an instant, the entire tiger body was covered with a layer of red, and if you looked closely, the dark green vines stained with blood stains came out from under the tiger skin, and quickly climbed to cover the entire tiger body, and even the left hind leg with only a few white bones turned green.

Under the vines, small yellow flowers poked out, which were particularly lovely.

Yang Zhao was firmly entangled by this vine, her wings couldn't move for half a minute, and she fell from the sky with a "bang", shaking the sky full of smoke and dust.

The monk looked down at Yang Zhao and stood in mid-air to change his handprint to control the vines.

"Is it ...... Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and the monk stared in disbelief at a black line on his chest, and then his whole body swelled and exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

The vines on Yang Zhao's body withered in response, she got up from the ground with a bone, and with a claw from her front foot slashed at her chest, drawing a large hole of nearly one meter, which was extremely deep, and she could faintly see the broken bones of Senbai and a slowly beating blood red.

She poked a tiger's claw into the wound and quickly hooked a struggling vine from it and threw it on the ground.

She raised her head and looked vigilantly at the hesitant monks, silently pushing the disobedient spiritual power in her body to repair the injuries on her body.

In mid-air, the abruptness of the black mist appeared as if there was no trace, and all the monks looked around vigilantly, for fear of falling into Yang Zhao's trap.

What they didn't know was that the monks were shrouded in a light mist.

Thin to the point where you can't see and around the borders.

Even this didn't take long to hide from these monks, and after a few breaths, these monks had already broken through the mist and turned their heads and rushed down.

Yang Zhao roared angrily, his figure skyrocketed again, a golden fire swayed in the tiger's eyes, and he kicked his legs and rushed into the air to fight.

Compared with Yang Zhao's embarrassment, Yang Yun's side is much more relaxed.

The big lion was like a chicken in the face of the monks, and although there were a few scars on his body, they were not important. If you are interested, you can tease the monks, and if you look at them, you will bite them to death.

He chewed on the flesh in his mouth as he aimed

Yang Zhao's battle situation, a trace of abuse flashed in his eyes from time to time, like an outsider, and he couldn't see Yang Yun's shadow at all.

With the unfavorable battle situation on Yang Yun's side, those monks sitting in the rear finally couldn't bear it anymore.

They formed a large circle from a distance, enclosing the two battle situations together, and slowly pressed the battlefield towards the big characters.

The final hunt began.

The big lion who has been performing well this time was in a hurry, he struggled to break through several times, and he was scarred and bloody, but he couldn't rush out.

After a while, Yang Zhao and Yang Yun's battle circle was mixed together, and there was no place behind them half a step, and it was the huge character that was more than 100 meters high.

This distance was too close, so close that Yang Zhao didn't dare to flick his tail, and the other monks' movements were a little more restrained.

Slowly, the two sides stopped and surrounded their siblings to death.

"Two little friends, as long as you tell us everything you know and help us unravel this formation, I, Fengnan Jushi, hereby guarantee that I will let you live."

The voice of the Fengnan monk sounded faintly.

"You won't want to try my tricks."

At this time, Yang Zhao was no longer able to fly, she stayed in the air tremblingly, the tiger's head was cut off in half, and she couldn't speak clearly, but she still pulled the corners of her mouth.

"You're welcome, if we knew we would have said it a long time ago, why bother fighting with you here?"

"It seems that I really don't have a reputation anymore, and I can't stop you juniors!"

The Fengnan monk took a step forward, and the phantom of a mountain range appeared in his hand.

He lifted the phantom into the air, and the phantom flew above the heads of Yang Zhao's sisters and brothers, and suppressed it with the sound of a ghost crying and howling.

Yang Zhao was not to be outdone, and the horse lance hidden in the shadows suddenly appeared and slammed into the phantom.

This time, the sister and brother had a good heart, and the two big axes followed the horse lance and collided with it.

Unexpectedly, these three weapons were not hindered in any way, and flew straight over the phantom of the mountain range, without affecting the descent speed of this thing at all.

Yang Zhao's heart was pounding, she was trapped here, she couldn't hide, she couldn't escape, huge fear rose from her heart, and people wanted to yell to vent their emotions in their hearts.

"Sister, that character starts from the beginning to the end, that's the way!"

A hoarse roar sounded, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, small and hard, and all out of tune.

But even so, these words were like an iron rod on Yang Chao's head, hitting her dizzy.

"Sister! That's the Way!"

Yang Zhao was startled, her eyes were full of fire, she stretched out her claws and pressed the big lion that rushed forward, and with a flick of her tail, she touched the huge character.

I saw that the character flashed with golden light, and the two sisters and brothers disappeared in place, without a trace.

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