After a moment of fierce fighting, a ruthless color flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Wang, and he swallowed an emerald green pill, which was gradually exhausted. It exploded again, whether it was a small battle intent or a magic weapon used by sacrifice, the power has been raised to a higher level.

The "Danding Sect's unique secret refining" Remnant Life Pill can indeed bring you a momentary explosion, but the medicinal effect is over. You only have to let me slaughter, I advise you to save your strength, your Danding faction alchemy is one of the best, but when it comes to the means of killing, it is difficult to even half of our Blood Pool Sect. ”

Under such a fierce attack, Tu Wangui can still have time to play poetry opponents, which shows that he is simply at ease.

The monk surnamed Wang was told the central matter by the former, and the momentum of the onslaught gradually slowed down, so he took the opportunity to retreat quickly, and ran towards the depths of the dense forest.

Those who can enter the plane arena are all elites. It is impossible to have a fool who knows that he is invincible but insists on giving his life, and the monk surnamed Wang is indeed sad and angry in his heart. But stay in the green hills. He is not afraid of the truth of no firewood, and he understands that he is fighting to lose the potential of ten years of Shouyuan and serving Danji, not to kill the opponent.

Back in the course of the previous fight. He already knew that even in his heyday, he was not the opponent of Tu Wan Ghost, not to mention that he was still in the "Black Blood Demon Gang" now. This kind of vicious and dark energy, doing this, is just to increase the chances of escape.

"I expected you to grease the soles of your feet, huh. Leave it to me".

Slaughtering thousands of ghosts is cold. With a bang, several blood-colored afterimages appeared. After the first arrival, under the change of small battle intent, he slapped out with a palm, turned into a huge blood-colored ghost claw, and grabbed the monk surnamed Wang with his head and face.

"At the end of the crossbow, you don't have to struggle. Eat my bloody mudra. ”

How could the monk surnamed Wang think that the degree of slaughtering ten thousand ghosts was so outrageous. In a hurry, he blasted out the magic weapon in his hand, Xiao Zhan Yi, just to break through the huge blood claws that blocked the way.

"The people of the Danding faction are really all vegetables."

"Boom"

The blood-colored ghost's claws pressed down like a hill. In an instant, two superb magic weapons exploded, and the castration was unabated.

"I'm fighting with you. ”

This is an existential stake. The monk surnamed Wang finally completely broke off the idea of escaping, and strengthened the little true yuan power left in his body. Unleash his strongest little fighting intent.

"It's late

Tu Wan Ghost has a strong confidence in his "Dark Blood Great Mudra", this small battle intent is one of the seventy-two top-level small battle intent of the Blood Pool Sect, and the power is no less than some ordinary great battle intent techniques, and more importantly. The Great Mudra of Dark Blood has the characteristics of a black blood demon gang that can move a radius of a hundred miles, once it is cast. The black blood demon gang that blasted into the body of the monk surnamed Wang before would also be pulled, although not enough to kill him. But it was able to suppress the strength of the monk surnamed Wang by three percent.

Under the rise and fall, victory or defeat is already expected.

"Are you going to end your fate?

The strongest battle intent of the monk surnamed Wang was blasted to pieces under the slapping of the blood-colored ghost claws, and he only lasted a few breaths.

Just when Tu Wan Ghost felt that the overall situation had been decided, a bright golden light and shadow swept by his side like the wind with an indistinguishable pole with the naked eye, and after that light and shadow passed, Tu Wan Ghost felt a chill coming from his back, followed by a piercing pain.

As a result, the true yuan power circulating in his body stagnated, and the blood-colored ghost claws that had lost the continuous perfusion of yuan power suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated into nothingness, followed by the last life-saving means that the desperate monk surnamed Wang used to save his life, all of them were greeted on his body.

Tu Wan Ghost didn't even finish the last sentence, and was split into the hall by the last blow of the monk surnamed Wang, it was not that he didn't sacrifice to protect himself with the little battle intent, but the golden light and shadow just now had already broken through it, and now he was like an unguarded sandbag, and he was hit by the little battle intent of the monk surnamed Wang, how could he not die.

Things have come to this point, and the monk surnamed Wang, who thought he was going to die, was also stunned on the spot, and he couldn't believe that he could actually kill the ten thousand ghosts.

It wasn't until the golden light and shadow that had just flashed stopped his figure, and Yang Qianming, who had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, walked leisurely towards where he was, that the monk surnamed Wang came to his senses and said with a vigilant look: "Who are you?" It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I saved you, so you don't have to look like you killed your father's enemy. Yang Qianming shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said indifferently.

In fact, to be honest, he didn't have the consciousness to want to save the former, but he had been lurking around waiting for the most vulnerable moment of Tu Wan Ghost, and the arrival of this moment just picked up the life of the monk surnamed Wang by the way.

It seems that Bu Chuan is skilled. Chu Tou had been training in the Outer Regions of the Barbarian Communist Party earlier. I don't know how many fours are discussed for practice, and I am afraid that I am now in such a special environment where my divine sense is useless in the plane arena, and I cooperate with his self-created "Instant Fist Break." "As long as you grasp the opportunity, even if it is comparable to its strength, Yang Qianming will kill one of them.

Obviously, Yang Qianming's words could not make the other party relax his vigilance, the monk surnamed Wang had suffered a previous experience, his nerves had collapsed to the extreme, and his eyes flickered: "No matter what your intentions are, what I want to sue you is that I still have a 'Nine Remnants of Life Pill' in my hand that is enough to make my cultivation reach the Supreme Emperor Realm in a single pillar of incense." If you have any idea in your heart, I will not hesitate to die with you

Yang Qianming sneered, didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, waved his hand and said: . I'm not interested in killing you. You're good to go

At this moment, the monk surnamed Wang had already noticed the corpse of the ten thousand ghosts. A large hole was pierced in his left chest. Obviously, this trauma is the root cause of Pingwan's death in his own hands.

Fang Cai, who had fought against Tu Wan Ghost, naturally knew how strong the former's defensive and small battle intent was, recalling Fang Cai's scene, the monk surnamed Wang couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

This should be a blow with such terrifying power, if this person was aimed at himself just now, I am afraid that he would not have the right to stand and speak now.

Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment, and the monk surnamed Wang softened, and said in a somewhat consultative tone: "Wang doesn't know what to do, and I hope that Brother Dao don't care, the two Star King Grass on the island in the middle of the lake, Wang will never touch it, just want to retrieve my junior brother's corpse, and bring it back to the sect for a thick burial,"

Yang Qianming has always been the kind of person who eats soft and not hard, and he himself still has a good impression of the disciples of the Danding faction, so he nodded and said, "Whatever you want." ”

A moment later, the monk surnamed Wang carried the body of the monk surnamed Qian, who was already half of his body left, and turned back to the shore of the lake. He said with a gloomy expression: "I have written down this love Wang Huairen, can Brother Dao see the name, and I will repay it in the future."

"The same is the one in the Nine Great Sects, passing by and seeing, you can't see death without saving it, you don't have to feel that you owe me anything, after all, I will inevitably pick the two Star King Grass on the island in the middle of the lake, Brother Wang is easy to go, don't send it."

Yang Qianming exerted his shape-changing little battle intent as soon as he entered the plane arena, and all the objects he was wearing on his body that could see his identity and origin were taken down and put away, as long as he didn't say anything. Unless Fang Tian and Bai Wuchang were extremely familiar with him, it would be impossible for the people next to him to recognize his origin at all.

The monk surnamed Wang saw that the other party didn't want to talk to him, and he was already confused. He nodded silently and walked off the cliff.

It wasn't until the monk surnamed Wang went far away that Yang Qianming took action, and without saying a word, he took off the storage bracelet of Tu Wan Ghost first, which was also Yang Qianming's first trophy. It was also the storage bracelet of an elite disciple of the Eight Sects of the Demon Dao, and Yang Qianming was still quite interested in the things contained in it.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Qianming couldn't help but be slightly happy in his heart, this Ten Thousand Ghosts must have a good identity in the Blood Pool Sect, and with his cultivation at the peak of the Star Domain Realm during the Emperor Period, he could actually have two superb spiritual weapons. This is already richer than many Emperor Zhenren, and what makes Yang Qianming feel even more rewarded is that there are still three thousand red blood demonic qi in this person's storage bracelet.

Although Yang Qianming has refined the Nine Sons Yin Demon into the Nine Sons True Demon, these demons are all money-eating goods, and they need to be fed with pure demonic qi every day, otherwise they will not be able to wield their power in wartime. More likely to turn against its master. That's pretty bad.

The demonic qi purchased in the Hidden Ruins City is not much left, except for the one used to advance the Nine Sons Yin Demon, but now it is good, and the three thousand red blood demonic qi are selected for nothing, which is enough to feed the Nine Sons True Demon for several years.

There are still some miscellaneous things in the storage bracelet, but Yang Qianming can't look at it, and there are not many spirit stones. Thirty or fifty thousand medium-grade spirit stones, it seems that this Tu Wan ghost has never carried all his belongings with him, otherwise, with a master like him who has two superb spirit weapons, the spirit stones in hand should definitely be in the hundreds or even tens of millions.

In fact, even Yang Qianming felt that this Tu Wan ghost died quite unjustly. Judging from the fight between Fang Cai and the monk surnamed Wang, his strength can definitely be compared with Fang Tianyi, or even stronger, if it is an upright fight, although Yang Qianming is sure to win, but the price paid must not be

If you want to blame it, you can blame it for gathering thousands of ghosts, he made a bad yin demonstration for Yang Qianming to see, which is equivalent to him opening up new ideas for Yang Qianming.

After all, in such a special environment where divine consciousness is useless, Yang Qianming, who is known for his strength and degree. At the same time, he has mastered the killing methods of attack and sneak attack such as "instant fist breaking", as long as he has the heart, he is definitely the best choice for ambush.

"It's time to reap the fruits of victory"

Set your sights on the island in the middle of the lake. Yang Qianming smiled and took out a bead as black as ink from the storage bracelet. The fingers are pinched. Yoyo said:. Nine True Demons, it's time to let you out and work for me

From the very beginning, Yang Qianming had no intention of setting foot on the island in the middle of the lake by himself, not to mention that he had also witnessed the scene of the monk surnamed Qian being dismembered by dozens of Spirit Mirror King Snakes.

But it's reasonable to think about it, after all, the plane arena is so vast, and the number of people who enter here this time is no more than thirty or fifty, and the possibility of encountering each other after dispersing is very high

However, when picking spiritual materials, Yang Qianming lost no less than twenty seventh-order and eighth-order war beasts in his year, and even fought viciously with a seven-legged heavenly centipede that was close to the ninth-order war beast for the sake of six true ifs.

If he only relied on a small battle intent ability, Yang Qianming might not be able to kill him, but with the cooperation of the Nine Sons True Demon, he let him do it.

This seven-legged heavenly centipede is full of treasures, and its value is not even better than a superb spiritual weapon, especially its demon core, which is close to the ninth-order war beast, is already comparable to the Daodan-level elixir, and it is a first-class great supplement.

The continuous fighting in the past two days has also further enhanced Yang Qianming's cultivation strength, although there is no improvement in the pure realm, but the accumulation is getting deeper and deeper, after learning that the Emperor Realm will also be divided into three, six, nine and so on, Yang Qianming has already let go of the obsession of advancing to the Emperor Realm as soon as possible, but chose to continue to accumulate.

He is waiting, waiting for himself to accumulate to a point where he is strong enough, and then break through in one fell swoop, if he wants to cultivate, he will cultivate to become the strongest in the same level, and it is difficult to achieve the Nine-Pattern Emperor, after breaking through the Emperor Realm, he will always have to mix the six-pattern and seven-pattern Emperor.

At this stage, Yang Qianming is concentrating on only two things, one is to fight continuously and intensively, refining his body repeatedly with the power of the Divine Yuan, and the other is to condense the Divine Yuan Force as much as possible and enhance the reserves, until the hundred veins can no longer be accommodated, and then condense, repeat the cycle, and accumulate again and again at any cost.