"Pudu sentient beings!"

The robe on Hongming's body is obviously also a spiritual weapon, blocking Xiaobai's attack for him, and while retreating, the Buddha on his body is full of light, and his spiritual power is hot and dazzling, roasting the mountains and rocks under his feet.

It's just that the iron-headed baby Xiaobai doesn't care about his means at all, the scale armor that is as white as jade is not affected by the Buddha's light at all, and the wind and thunder directly hit Hongming's chest headlong.

With a click, the monk spat out a large mouthful of blood, and although the robe could resist the spell, it could not resist brute force.

If there is no blessing of cultivating the Golden Body Technique, Xiaobai in the flesh is even stronger than Jiang Ci, so how can Hongming be able to withstand a full blow?

The monk was shocked, his face was stained with blood, and he no longer looked like a monk, just two battles, he understood that the realm of the monster in front of him was not empty, and now he was only afraid of his life.

"Wait, Master Jiang Ye, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding in this matter, let Lao Wei say it slowly."

Compared to this strange little demon with a milky voice, Hongming obviously thought that Jiang Ci was the one who was easier to negotiate, and immediately shouted at him with all his strength.

Although he didn't know what was going on at all, he originally only regarded it as an action that was nine out of ten, but he didn't expect that he would become the one who was beaten in the blink of an eye, but he was not afraid of the truth that Qingshan was not afraid of being burned.

It's a pity that Xiao Bai didn't give him a chance at all, and his eyes shot out two divine rainbows, which were different from ordinary demonic powers, and were purely composed of Long Yuan, which was far more amazing than Jiang Ci's pupil technique, which was only taking shape.

"Big fat man, I'll beat you to death!"

Shenhong not only shattered the Buddha light of the body, but even pierced the spiritual robe, leaving two blood holes in Hongming's shoulders, holding back his nonsense.

Jiang Ci saw that Xiaobai was at ease, so he stopped caring about it and looked at Cook in front of him.

The wall of fire neutralized the White Tiger Taixuan's killing intent, but the remnants of the fist wind still blasted him away, leaving a dark blue fist mark on his chest.

He rolled on the ground one after another, and finally relied on the flames to stabilize his body, looking down at the wound in his chest and couldn't help but take a breath.

Jiang Ci didn't give him a chance to breathe, raised his breath and clenched his fists, and smashed directly into the front door, his fist wind roared like a beast's roar, and the dead branches in the mountains trembled.

If this punch hits, with the body of a magician who is weaker than a cultivator, I am afraid that he will die on the spot.

Cook also knew this, and he chanted as the wall of fire reappeared, stacking a dozen in a row, and the rain of fire in the air fell like meteors, each one enough to burn through the slate.

However, these meteors couldn't touch the corners of Jiang Ci's clothes at all, and his consciousness cooperated with the extreme physical reaction to shuttle through it, although it was not easy to talk about, but it was enough to protect himself.

What's even more terrifying is that it was in this kind of restriction that Jiang Ci went on a rampage like a beast, directly smashed the wall of fire with brute force, and finally broke the fire shield with a punch and smashed it on his face.

"Oh God, what kind of monster are you?"

Cook, who lost two teeth, let out a leaky shout, as a veteran mage, he has also encountered many freaks in the past few years, but none of them showed such terrifying strength as soon as he broke through the Purple Mansion like the person in front of him.

He even began to suspect that the information given by the Sun and Liu families was fake, and in fact it was just a trap for him today.

But when Cook turned his head and saw the monk in the realm of the double building being whipped like a spinning top by a small white snake with a meter long, he completely recognized the reality.

Hyun Zhen is dead, and Hongming doesn't seem to be able to hold out for long, and he currently has only two choices, either to grab Jiang Ye as a hostage and threaten the snake demon, or to run for his life.

Naturally, Cook chose the second option.

"Hi friend, listen to me, this is just a misunderstanding, I was just deceived by the Sun family and the Liu family in your country, and this matter has nothing to do with me at all."

"Oh?"

Jiang Ci stopped, looking moved: "The Sun family and the Liu family? ”

Seeing that he had no intention of making a move, Cook was overjoyed and smiled: "Yes, my friend, I can also tell you the news, a week ago, they invited a team of professional mercenaries from the Europa continent to send them over by the ferry of the Ocean Group, and this is the purpose. ”

The Sun family, the Liu family, the Zhang family, the three major chaebols are ready to carve up Yinlong Mountain? That's a lot of money.

Jiang Ci sneered in his heart, if the Zhang family can still say that it is because Zhang Boxing has an enmity with him, then the Sun and Liu families have nothing to do with him, and they have not even heard of it before the trip to Tiankeng.

They are only targeted because they are guilty of their own crimes.

Since this is the case, then you are ready to become the next Tang family.

Seeing that Jiang was silent, he was only attracted by his own words, and continued to speak to delay time: "Jiang, I don't know the situation here at all, since the matter is not finished yet, then we are still friends, if you let me go, I will definitely compensate you." ”

"What compensation?"

Cook spread his hands and said in an exaggerated tone, "I am the vice president of the Association of Wizards of America, and I can invite you into the Piece of Heaven in our country. ”

"What is the Piece of Heaven?" Jiang Ci asked, judging from the name, it should be a place similar to the Immortal Dao Ruins, hidden in a small world.

"It's you ......"

Cook said with a smile, he took the initiative to step forward, but before he finished speaking, the whole person melted strangely, like a candle, turning into a streamer of light and rushing to the sky.

Jiang Ci shook his head with some pity, I originally wanted to inquire about more news, and you could live a little longer, but I didn't expect to be in a hurry to find death.

"Boom!"

I saw an ice-blue sword qi rising into the sky from the other side of the mountain, enveloping it with an infinite chill, which seemed to freeze the entire sky, and the speed of the magic escape technique that Cook had spent half a day on suddenly slowed down.

It's like a fish swimming around in a lake, stopped by the water that suddenly freezes, and no matter how hard it tries, it can't move.

The sword qi is like a snowstorm, and the sword intent is like the wrath of winter, Yan Yuye, who has cleaned up ten garbage, slashed Cook directly across the mountain with a sword, if it is not far away, I am afraid that one blow is enough.

Most of the streamer fell down the mountain and turned into a human form again, and at this moment, Cook was unscathed, but his face was pale, and even the flames in his eyes were extremely dim.

In order to replenish his strength, he even recalled the wall of fire that trapped Zhang Maoan and devoured it.

A group of national security team members stared blankly at Cook, who was paralyzed on the ground not far away, and Jiang Ci, who was chasing him, not knowing what was happening.

Even Zhang Maoan and the clairvoyant team members were inexplicable, obviously they had seen Cook turn into a streamer and fly away, why did they suddenly fall here?

Seeing Jiang Ci approaching step by step, Zhang Maoan still couldn't accept the fact that he had broken through the Purple Mansion.

Cook panicked at this time, as the bearer of that sword, he didn't expect that there was still a kendo master hidden on the Hidden Dragon Mountain, even when he was hunted down by the chief great swordsman beside the Pope in the Europa continent, he didn't feel such a terrifying sword aura.

Facing Jiang Ci who was stepping in, Cook knew that there was no room for relaxation, so he forcibly propped up his heavy body and waved his hand to summon dozens of football-sized fireballs.

In the face of this strange scene, Jiang Ci still felt a little fresh, and there was still something unique about the foreign cultivation system, that is, it was too much of a sword.

He moved like a ghost, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of dozens of meters to Cook, and the fireball roared and burned all the oxygen in the space here, forming a cloud burst of power.

It's just that Jiang Ci, whose physique has been further strengthened, will not have any abnormalities even if he doesn't breathe for half an hour, and he once again casts the White Tiger Taixuan Sutra, Gengjin's killing intent is infinite, blowing away all the raging flames like substance, and blasting towards Cook with an unrivaled momentum.

Cook, who had already suffered a loss, never thought of using this to resist Jiang Ci, and after summoning the fireball, he directly took out a glass test tube with a faint blue luster from his arms.

A fist of flames crushed the test tube, and from it flowed a liquid as red as blood.

Jiang Ci frowned, he sensed the aura of déjà vu, the Zhang family beast-clothed man he killed at the beginning, the unknown demon blood in the horns he took seemed to be the same as in front of him.

The crimson liquid went down his stomach, Cook's eyes were instantly red, and a tyrannical aura emanated from him, but he didn't lose much of his senses, and it seemed that the side effects were much smaller than those taken by the beast-clad man.

This is the essence of people like them, not only with extraordinary power, but also with technology.

Cook, who had greatly increased his strength, chanted several spells in the blink of an eye, and for a while, the flame-transformed spells emerged one after another, blasting on the white tiger one after another, until it was completely wiped out.

Cook still retained the reason to escape, he knew that even if he defeated Jiang Ci, he would be caught up by the white snake and the master of the sword qi before the potion time passed.

He began to run wildly, and if he had to run another three kilometers, he would be met by a helicopter.

The magic that increased the speed was spilled out by him, and he didn't care even if he was overdrawn, but the next moment his eyes widened, because the beastly man was following closely behind him with the steps of shaking the earth.

Cook hurriedly summoned a fire meteor to block it, but it was blocked and wiped out by the white tiger behind the man.

As a last resort, he could only bite the tip of his tongue and chant a spell with the mage's original essence blood, summoning a three-meter-long flaming crossbow arrow.

The heat distorted the air, melting the snow on the ground in an instant, turning the nearby grass into a country.

"Die!"

Cook, who was a candle in the wind, cursed viciously, he seemed to be consuming too much, so that there was an illusion in front of him, and his forbidden technique was actually blocked by Jiang Ci with a meat fist.

He shook his head vigorously and tried to keep his eyes open, and then he was horrified to realize that this was not a hallucination, the man had really smashed the flaming bolt with a single punch, and it blasted over.

The fist grew bigger and bigger in front of him, and soon took over the entire field of vision, and death was screaming at Cook, and his roar even changed tone in extreme fear: "No, you can't kill me, the Wizards Guild won't let you go!" ”