Li Ma headed north, in the same direction as the monks who had just passed.

Su Ruan Ruan and Wang Wenyao went west, and the sun was very dazzling when the sun was shining, but the two of them were moving fast.

The flower remarks headed in a southeasterly direction.

I thought that the thin-faced monk would do it soon, but Hua Ci had already pinched more than a dozen spirit runes in his hand.

But the monk didn't seem to be in a hurry, and he accelerated when he sped up, and when he slowed down, he slowed down.

It's like teasing a prey at your fingertips.

Seeing that the thin-faced monk had not yet moved, Hua Ci looked far away to find a suitable place.

There happened to be a ridge not far away, and Hua Ci quickly bypassed it and cast more than a dozen spirit runes.

Then he quickly circled back, just in time to catch up with the thin-faced monk.

It was an open field, where the setting sun shone on the ground, and the brown sand was close to dark red.

"Why don't you do it after following all the way?"

Hua Ci stared at the person in front of him, and felt that this person's cultivation had reached the third layer of foundation building, and he was close to consummation.

It seems that the Li family did come prepared.

The Phoenix Secret Realm can only enter the Foundation Building Monk, such a monk who is close to the foundation building consummation, can be regarded as having no opponent in the secret realm.

That's why this thin-faced monk is so unscrupulous.

After all, Huaci is only two layers of foundation, and it has always been a bullied character.

For a monk like him, who had taken on many murderous tasks, it was easy to deal with such an inexperienced female cultivator.

"I'm kind-hearted, don't I want you to live a little longer?"

"If you have a good heart, then let me kill you."

Hua Ci replied with a smile, as if he was discussing things with the other party casually.

"Are you crazy? You know what you're talking about? You hurt the children of the Li family and still want to escape? ”

"A child of the Li family? You're not a child of the Li family? I hurt Li Zhao, am I going to send you to take revenge with your life? ”

When Hua Ci talked about the children of the Li family, there was a deliberate mockery in his tone.

"I see you're almost complete in building your foundation, aren't you? As a child of the Li family, did the Li family give any cultivation resources? ”

These words really stuck in the heart of the thin-faced monk.

The Li family has many monks and resources, but the main resources are supplied to the children of the lineage, and the lineage that is closer to the lineage will also be divided into a small part of the resources.

But like him, who has been a child of the Shu family for several generations, he can't get any resources at all, and his status is similar to that of the Li family's ordinary thugs.

"Why don't you speak? Is it kind-hearted, let me say a few more words before I die? ”

The smile of the rhetoric is even stronger.

What is it to mock those who want to kill themselves? After all, even the other party's life will be gone.

Just kill each other, that's too cheap.

"Why haven't you spoken? Isn't it to avenge Li Zhao? ”

Seeing that Hua Ci did not beg for mercy as he expected, but said something that pierced his heart, the thin-faced monk was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and his face became as ugly as dirt, and he rushed directly towards Hua Ci.

"I'll just treat you as if you're scared and talk nonsense, let you die early, so as not to talk nonsense again!"

Most of the Li family members are Jin Linggen, Li Zhao, Li Ma Jin Linggen, and this thin-faced monk is also Jin Linggen.

Jin Kemu, coupled with the fact that the other party's spiritual power is higher than his own, Hua Ci couldn't resist it for a moment.

The thin-faced monk's white consciousness is as thin as tenacity, and when the flowery green consciousness resists, it will be cut off.

Duan Duan's emerald green divine sense was cut off by the other party, and Hua Ci saw a smug smile on the face of the thin-faced monk, like a lewd rat.

This female cultivator was really as weak as she thought, and thinking like this, her divine sense was ready to continue attacking.

Seeing that the other party was about to attack the main Divine Consciousness, he recited the pure aura in the collective and made every effort to support the green Divine Consciousness.

The instantaneous dark green backbone consciousness became thicker and darker.

Its emerald green branches are also darker in color.

The opponent's white flake-like consciousness was constantly cutting the tender green consciousness, and when the opponent's consciousness approached the emerald green branches, the flower words directly greeted his emerald green consciousness.

For a moment, the branches showed some cracks, but they weren't cut off like the tender green consciousness.

The thin-faced monk was surprised that his divine consciousness had been blunted by the divine consciousness of the words, like a knife curling its edge.

"The Fight of the Trapped Beasts."

The thin-faced monk only thought that Hua Ci was trying his best to frustrate himself, so he once again mobilized his divine consciousness to attack like Hua Ci.

Kill this nun and you will receive the reward.

The thin-faced male cultivator's white thin piece of divine consciousness is like an iron chain, connected by sections, winding out various shapes.

The green consciousness of flowers is like a vine, stretching and stretching, winding arbitrarily.

At this time, Hua Ci is turning the divine consciousness into the shape of a shield, with the emerald green branches as the main frame, and the dark green divine consciousness in the middle as the support, and the tender green divine consciousness is wrapped around waiting for the opportunity to move.

The result of the gold and wood attack can be imagined, and the thin-faced monk showed confidence.

But when the thin-faced monk released his divine sense again, he felt that something was wrong, and the general defense was always to hide as far away as possible, and wait for the attacker to release some strength.

At this time, instead of retreating, Hua Ci's divine consciousness accelerated, directly hitting his own divine consciousness.

"Not good!"

The thin-faced monk was too late to react, and his white consciousness struck the divine consciousness in the shape of a flowery shield, shattering in an instant.

Jin can overcome wood, and wood is strong and gold is lacking.

The divine consciousness of the flower words still emitted a faint green light.

His consciousness shattered, and the thin-faced monk was shocked.

How can it be.

Seeing this, Hua Ci immediately scattered his divine senses, and at the same time pretended not to see anything abnormal, and flew to the other side of the ridge.

The thin-faced monk didn't want to believe that his divine sense could shatter his own divine sense, and it was just an accident.

After seeing Hua Ci fly away, he was even more firm in his thoughts, so he immediately flew to follow.

This time, she directly crushed it with aura, and then did not use other magic weapons, so as not to have an accident, this female cultivator's divine sense is very strange.

The thin-faced monk chased over the ridge and saw Hua Ci standing on a rock.

"Still want to escape?"

After speaking, the thin-faced monk directly used his divine sense to bring out a piece of spiritual power, and went straight to Hua Ci.

The monk wanted to suppress the rhetoric directly with his spiritual power.

But the second layer of the foundation is not so bad, and it will not cause a crushing attack at all.

The monk was too confident in his aura.

Besides, I just didn't want to entangle with him anymore.

Therefore, at the moment when the thin-faced monk released his spiritual power, several spiritual runes rose into the air and spun under the reflection of the setting sun.

The aura of the thin-faced monk had instead become a rope at this time, firmly held by a few spirit runes, and it was difficult to move.

"What is this? How do you still have a mid-level spirit rune? ”

The thin-faced monk was shocked, ordinary monks rarely had a mid-level spirit rune, even if it was himself, there was only one, and he still kept it for life-saving.

But now, before the talisman could be used, he was under control.

"What? You don't have a backhand? ”

Flower words kept a distance from the monk to avoid accidents.