"What's that?"

The Qing Silent Daoist only had time to roar angrily, and he was knocked into the air more than ten feet, and the lightning chain full of electric balls climbed up, like a blue and white python tightly tightened.

"Squeak squeak ~~~"

The black and white light array let out an unbearable moan, even if the yin and yang alternately grew endlessly, and the white gas and black gas reinforced the protective light layer, you could still see the array disk range slowly shrinking from three zhang.

Two zhang nine, two zhang eight, two zhang seven...

Clusters of electric balls released thunder threads, swimming around, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over every corner of the outer light layer, and the figure of the Qing Silent Dao was directly blocked, locked inside like a turtle in an urn.

"Open!"

At the critical moment, his Dao robe swelled and boiled, and the mana surged under his feet, immediately smoothing out all the tremors, and the light layer was further thickened and tightly closed, and the enveloping range began to expand outward again.

This type of defense magic power seems to be interrupted, and it can also be continued, as long as the mana in the body is sufficient, the charge can expand the durability resistance, and when it is not needed, it can also automatically protect the master.

The three brothers Lin Shan and the Evil Spirit did not miss this opportunity, and each of them sent the Totem Divine Pillar and the Chongyang Array Diagram into force, and the Light Seal and the Fire Pillar were left and right, and then flanked away.

The green silent Taoist in the thunder felt the danger, and directly wiped the storage ring on his hand, and a wide banana fan appeared on the top of his head, with a convex head and tail, and a depression in the middle, with horizontal lines similar to zebra stripes on it, and a small thorn at the tip.

It was only half a circle above his head, and the thunder and electric balls around him seemed to be threatened unimaginably, and they were pinched and slammed around by the Qingyan Dao people, and they all lost control and shattered like foam.

The lightning chain that was dozens of zhang long and surrounded by several circles was immediately swept away!

"Bang!"

"Peng!"

The Qing Lonely Daoist held his bow in his right hand and held an arrow in his left hand, and shot an arrow from the electric flint, which exploded in the air when the six-pointed starlight seal came.

And the Great Sun Fire Pillar followed, but it was slightly shocked by the black and white array under his feet, and it was shattered and dissipated.

Lin Shan looked at the banana fan tilting and rotating above the head of the Qing Lonely Daoist, feeling its surging magic weapon power, and his heart was terrified!

Another top magic weapon!

This is the big tyrant!

He had personally tasted the power of the lightning chain, and it was definitely no less than a small magic spell with one blow, but it was cracked by a fan, which showed that its origin was precious.

The three evil spirit brothers were still yelling beside them, although there was no harm, but the sense of existence was not low, and it was probably to show in front of the master, so they worked very hard.

There is also a reason why it is crossed by the ripples in the dark, and it hurts for a while, and the black fog is rolling thinner and thinner.

Due to the protection of the Divine Fire Pillar, he can only passively use the spirit body to resist, but the spirit body can't carry other people's bows.

A dull thunder sounded in the air, and at some point, a thunder net covering a radius of ten zhang was already hanging in the sky, suddenly enveloping the Qing Lonely Daoist.

The banana fan is aimed at the sky and slammed it hard!

However, this large net was very strong, but it was blown from side to side by the strong wind, and it still fell down with strange tenacity.

"Boom~"

The black and white light layer stretched out, and was broken through by the thunder net in all directions, and the fog began to rise, like water vapor, which was no less than a magic spell.

The Qing Lonely Daoist was not in a hurry, seeing that the banana fan could restrain the lightning chain, but could not restrain the thunder net, and took out eight slender and slender black needles in the blink of an eye.

Similarly, it didn't rotate more than half a circle on his head, and the tip of the needle emitted a powerful suction, and lightning bolts were drawn from the thunder net, and the tail of the needle was transferred and evacuated below.

"Bang Bang~"

The turbulent Nu River at the bottom of the canyon, the thunder that was channeled stirred up the splashing water, and the rocks on both sides of the mountain walls rolled down, and this hand surprised the forest and the mountain.

This kind of lightning rod magic weapon is too out of the way, the key seems to be a medium-grade magic weapon, are Qingshan Dao people so tyrant?

How many magic weapons are there in his storage ring?

Generally, the number of legal prohibitions for each small component is also stipulated, and the three legal prohibitions are the minimum combination.

In other words, eight black lightning rods, adding up to twenty-four legal prohibitions, are genuine medium-grade magic weapons!

Normally, a Jindan stage monk, if there is a low-level magic weapon, thank God, he can already gain a firm foothold in the same level.

Ke Qing Lonely Dao was born in Qianyun Pavilion of the Refining Sect.

Even if he is not a master of refining, he does not have the talent and ability to refine magic weapons, because his realm is high and his strength is strong, and he also has rich resources.

Not to mention that he also has two senior brothers and junior brothers of the refining master rank, so it's not easy to open a small stove?

Seeing that the two supernatural powers had been cracked, a piercing and muffled scream sounded.

"Dumb~~"

The mysterious creature seemed to be furious!

"What's that?"

The Qing Lonely Daoist was also angry, and directly backhanded the empty strings around him.

The sound of the bowstring was endless, and you could see the surrounding mountain walls and rocks collapsing with a 'boom', and deep ditches that had been corroded and eroded by silence appeared.

There was finally movement in front of the left, and a fat blue otter was knocked out of its original form.

At this time, this beast was indiscriminately hit in the midst of the thunder, and it was so busy that it kept dodging, and its two claws were still rubbing the thunderball and the thunder rope, ready to string it into a lightning chain and continue to launch a sneak attack.

I don't know where I learned this insidious energy, but it's a pity that the Qing Lonely Daoist has a large range of rapid clearance, and it directly collapses in a state of thunder.

Lin Shan discovered for the first time that sometimes the strength is strong and there is no need to arrange the Yuan Magnetic Formation in advance, and he can also forcibly interrupt the escape technique!

The Qing Lonely Daoist directly opened his bow and arrows, this time he didn't shoot Lin Shan or the evil spirit, and shot at the thunder otter.

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This beast is not weak in the prediction of danger, and immediately decisively gave up the thunderball and thunder rope in the weaving hand, spit out a thigh bone from its mouth, and smashed the light arrow with one blow, without any reluctance.

The Qing Lonely Daoist was shocked!

With a blow from his natal magic weapon, he couldn't beat this sneak attack in seconds?

Lin Shan knew that the Thunder Otter had an heirloom in his hand, and the beast bones that had been refined in the Yuan Infant Period were no worse than his totem pillars, and it was more than enough for self-preservation, so he didn't have to worry about its safety at all.

Immediately, three dozen and one against the people of the Green Lonely Dao started to work, but the people stubbornly did not fall behind with one enemy and three enemies.

The Qingyang Peak Lord on the other side also has one enemy and three enemies, and he has the upper hand steadily!

At this time, a light blade beside him continued to condense and roar in all directions, and there were also three magic weapons flying around, fighting with General Xiong, the Great Elder of the Zhenyue Sect, and the Lord of the Void Zen Cave.

Among them, General Xiong is the absolute main force, and he bears nearly seventy percent of the pressure alone, and the two brothers next to him are injured and dare not use too much force, and this time they came to the cliff forbidden land to take a risk, and the most important thing was not with him, so he could only support on both sides.

Although General Xiong is among the demon clans, his combat power at the same level is at the pinnacle, but the means are too simple, and his strength is above the training body, and in the face of the local tyrants in the human race refining sect, the endless means can make him exhausted.

General Xiong was furious, he thought that this trip was just to accompany Lin Shan and distract himself.

A kid in the early stage of Jindan, no matter how powerful the enemy is, isn't he like a chick in his own hands, and he will explode when he pinched it?

As a result, he encountered a ruthless stubble like the Qingyang Peak Lord, not to mention taking it, he obviously had a mountain opening knife that weighed more than 10,000 jun handed down by his ancestors, but he couldn't attack it, but he was cut by the light blade and was covered in white marks.

In some places, there were many beatings, and even if they were copper and iron, they couldn't help but open up one after another, and pale silver blood stains slowly oozed out.

The Qingyang Peak Lord noticed this detail, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything, and he was still steadily suppressing his opponent.

These two battlefields are in full swing, and the third is gradually becoming clear with the passage of time.

The three cave demons will seize the initiative, lead the troops to besiege on three sides, and drive the demon clouds to roam flexibly.

At first, the deacons and disciples could still rely on the firepower of the fleet to resist the enemy, but after rushing forward for a while, they were only about ten miles ahead of the Qingyang Peak Lord and the Qingshan Dao people, and they were a little unable to rush.

"Uncle Wu, Spirit Stone... It's a bit insufficient..."

Some disciples came to report that the spirit stone reserves of each warship had bottomed out, and looking at the endless Grand Canyon in the distance, let alone escaping, it was a problem to even maintain firepower.

Deacon Wu's heart was suddenly cold, and he walked to the deck and watched the roar of the fleet's cannons, and the holes where the rune magic cannons gradually turned red and warm, because the spirit stones could not keep up, they were gradually cooled down by the cooling inscriptions and turned back to black.

The demon generals outside are very patient, they are familiar with the terrain here, and they know that this canyon is very narrow and long, and it is not so easy for these people to escape, there are always flaws on the road for them to find, and there is no need to rush at all.

Qingyang Peak was all flustered, they were all cultivators in the foundation building period and the qi refining period, the reason why they could dominate the battlefield in the past was because of the power of rune magic weapons, but if there was no spirit stone as an energy source, it would be like a young lion with its teeth extracted, how could it compete with a group of tigers and wolves?

After all, it is impossible to last with the help of external objects, and only one's own strength is the guarantee!

All the spirit stone reserves brought out by Qingyang Peak back then were exhausted as early as when they were displaced for so many years, and they finally ran out of food in the face of the last hurdle!

Feel the flotilla sparse fire, the frequency of attacks is getting longer and longer, and the speed of the charge is getting slower.

The three-hole demon general keenly seized the opportunity, swelled his body and roared wildly, the demon soldiers below quickly changed their formation, and the military soul above their heads changed their defensive posture, directly integrated into the demon general's body, and turned into a streamer to kill the fleet.

Deacon Wu and the others shouted in horror.

"Block!"

"Bang! ~”

The three huge claws slapped down, and the light curtain of the fleet shook violently three times, tilting and twisting for a while, and the disciples of each boat were thrown away in all directions, and their eyes were full of stars.

The three demon generals' bodies trembled slightly, and it was not surprising that they were shaken away.

They probed the humans and learned that they were at the end of their crossbows.

One by one, they turned their heads, moved their shoulders, and stepped forward together!

Three house-sized fists smashed directly, and a thick demonic aura passed with a tangy fishy smell.

The deacons desperately urged the Spirit Gathering Arrays of each ship to strengthen the defensive light curtain, but the efficiency of the Spirit Gathering Array was far less simple and rude than directly filling the spirit stones, and the blessing efficiency was far less than before.

I could only watch as the three demons came coldly and ruthlessly, destroying the withering and decaying through the outer layer, and punching out a hole the size of three city gates!

"Puff puff!"

One by one, the warships were blown up in the air, the ship's planks and trees were shattered in all directions, and the deacons and disciples on it did not survive, and they were eroded by the demonic qi and turned into bones in an instant.

Three gray demon clouds rolled in the rear, carrying seven demon soldiers and horses into the battlefield, wrapping all the fleet, and there was an instant shout of killing inside.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the Qingyang Peak Lord and the Qingshan Daoist, and the two of them were taken aback!

Although the fleet had already run out of the front ten miles away, as the late stage of Jindan, his eyesight could still barely see a rough idea.

I saw that the fog was thick in the demon clouds, and the giant beast with three heads seven or eight feet high, and the blessing of the military soul on its head was walking around inside, wantonly destroying the stubborn warship.

A group of demon soldiers were grouped, interspersed left and right in small teams, looming in the demon clouds, searching for and killing the disciples and deacons who jumped ship and fled.

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It's like a flock of sheep!

The quality of Qingyang Peak's disciples is one of the best even in the Terran cultivation realm, but after all, they are from the refining sect, and their group combat methods are equivalent to artillery arms.

With the firepower suppression tactics of warship artillery, once you lose your barrier and tactical column, and are beaten to the front by the demon clan in hand-to-hand combat, how can you resist it?

While the demon clan pays attention to individual combat power, the three demons are in groups, and the five demons are in teams, and the physical training and hand-to-hand combat are all played from small to large, and at this time, they break through and kill heartily.

The screams were incessant, blood and flesh splattered, and sampans flew wildly, even drowning out the sound of the surging river below.

There are three demon clouds shrouded, and there is no escape from the fish that has escaped the net, so they can only be obediently trapped in it and called the heavens and the earth to be unspiritual.

How can the Qingyang Peak Lord sit still?

He, like General Xiong, also underestimated each other at first.

Thinking that these demon clans are all rabble, how can they be the opponents of their own sect elites?

It was a good policy for him and his junior brother to contain the opponent's main combat power, and let the fleet run out of the canyon before catching up and breaking through.

But with a black eye and no knowledge of the information of the Cliff Forbidden Land, who would have thought that this was the descendant guard directly under the Demon King, and the elite level was no less than them, and the combat experience was even more than them.

Coupled with the exhaustion of the spirit stone reserves, it is only natural that he will not be able to run far to be caught up and stopped, and he will fall into the purgatory of slaughter.

The Lord of Qingyang Peak was so anxious, if all the disciples and deacons were dead, then what was the point of him returning to Qianyun Pavilion alone?

Qingyang Peak is the top Dao vein, the inheritance left by the ancestor himself!

I originally strived for perfection, whether it was the space turbulence or Xiao Yizhou, I didn't leave anyone behind, and led everyone step by step to today.

As a result, he suffered heavy losses under the obstruction of Lei Fengzi, if he couldn't save it, and the whole army was really wiped out, how could he be worthy of the younger brothers and sisters who sacrificed before, and how could he be worthy of the ancestors and ancestors?

Remembering that when his natal magic weapon broke through in Xiaoyizhou, all the chess pieces were scattered as a pair and exploded, and the chess soul in it now has nothing to sus on and is still in the recuperation, and if it moves, it is very likely that all of them will be scattered.

But in front of the lives of Quanfeng disciples, the natal magic weapon is relatively insignificant!

"Up!"

The Lord of Qingyang Peak had no choice but to sacrifice the half-crippled chessboard.

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