Linglong was also shocked when she saw Jin Beamon.

Her cultivation is not enough, and she can't guess what level of cultivation the golden Bimeng is.

But seeing that the male protagonist is almost powerless to fight back, he can guess that the golden Beamon is at least above the eleventh-order Void King Realm.

Otherworldly creatures of the King's Realm.

There had never been such a powerful existence in the world of cultivating immortals.

Linglong took a deep breath and realized for the first time the harsh environment of the Immortal Cultivation World.

If the three thousand small worlds were all existences of this level, then the immortal cultivation world was really going to be dangerous.

The male protagonist rolled on the ground for more than a dozen times, and finally hit a black tombstone, and then finally stopped.

Wow!

The male protagonist spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood was viscous, and there were many broken fragments of visceral tissue of various colors in it.

The roar before Golden Beamon directly shocked the male protagonist into a serious injury.

But the gold is not unscathed.

The male protagonist struck with all his strength and cut off one of the toes of Golden Beamon.

Gold Beamon, who was originally irritable, has now suffered a heavy blow and has directly lost his mind.

Although the destructive power of the irrational Golden Beamon has been directly increased by several levels, the threat has been reduced because of the lack of discipline in the random attack.

Of course, the threat reduction is only relative to the golden Beamon in its heyday.

The male protagonist is already seriously injured at this time, even if Jin Beamon loses his mind under the anger, it is not something he can contend with.

"Amitabha!"

Golden Beamon casually picked up a huge black stone tablet from the ground, and then slapped it at the male protagonist like a fly.

At the critical moment, the old monk appeared.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's body shimmered with a red golden luster, his hands were folded, and his expression was solemn.

That's the electricity that the male protagonist used to charge him with Dragon Domain before.。

The old monk stood in front of the male protagonist, his face was calm, and his eyes were full of compassion.

"The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

The old monk looked at the huge pressure that was constantly compressing in the air, and he still had time to look back at the male protagonist in his busy schedule.

Then in the shocked gaze of the male protagonist, learn from the Buddha to make a flower smile.

"Poor monks, too!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned into a red golden light and rushed towards the golden beamon.

And then.

Syllable!

The black stele fell.

The old monk couldn't even block it for a second, and then he was directly shot out.

When the male protagonist saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

What exactly was he expecting?

So

What was the old monk doing with that impassioned and sacrificing look just now?

What are you pretending to be if you don't have the ability?

The male protagonist only feels a little groove in his stomach.,But I don't know where to vomit.。

"Dangerous!"

Looking at the black tombstone that is getting closer and closer, the male protagonist shows a worried look for the first time.

The strength of the golden beamon is beyond the male protagonist's expectations.

This terrifying otherworldly creature is physically powerful and simply foul.

It's hard for the male protagonist to imagine how many resources it would take to feed such a behemoth.

"Will he come again?"

Looking at Jin Beamon, who looked murderous because of excessive anger, the male protagonist didn't know why Zhao Yi's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

For no reason,

The male protagonist suddenly felt that if someone could save him, then it must be Zhao Yi.

There is no reason for this feeling.

Maybe it's because Zhao Yi rescued him several times when he was in danger?

But Zhao Yi pits him more often.

The male protagonist shook his head, trying to shake this strange thought out of his mind.

He would rather die than let Zhao Yi save him

Well?

When the male protagonist thought of this, he suddenly felt that the howling wind had stopped.

He subconsciously looked up, and then saw a tall figure stop in front of Golden Beamon.

Zhao Yi is eight feet tall, and standing in front of the hundred-zhang tall Golden Beamon is not much bigger than an ant.

But this weak ant is dead blocking all the means of Golden Beamon.

The male protagonist looked at Zhao Yi from behind, and his eyes were suddenly moved.

Zhao Yi's pitiful figure, which was weaker than the gold Bimeng, was like an infinitely majestic monument, blocking all storms to the death.

"You, you"

The male protagonist looked at Zhao Yi's back and couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

Hearing the movement behind him, Zhao Yi turned his head, looked at the embarrassed male protagonist, grinned, and showed him a mouthful of snow-white and good-looking big white teeth.

Then, as soon as he opened his mouth, all the fantasies of the male protagonist were shattered.

"You are a piece of garbage, why are you being beaten like this again?"

Very good!

The fist is hard!

The male protagonist's face turned red, and he was almost suffocated to death by a mouthful of old blood.

Dog stuff!

The male protagonist's face was pale, he turned his head not to look at Zhao Yi, and clenched his fists in the wide moon-white monk's robe.

If he hadn't been injured, he would have exploded Zhao Yi's dog head.

Zhao Yi saw that the male protagonist seemed to be dying of anger, and pursed his lips.

The ability is not big, and the temperament is not small.

But.

Zhao Yi looked up at the tall golden Beamon in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart.

No wonder the male protagonist was beaten by this guy like his grandson.

A terrifying behemoth that is 100 feet tall, with top strength and speed.

Except for people like Zhao Yi, who also took the path of refining the flesh, ordinary cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation Realm were really not its opponents.

Zhao Yi put a finger on the black tombstone, no matter how hard the gold Bimeng tried, he could not move forward a single bit.

Golden Beamon quickly realized that the bug in front of him was different from the previous bug.

It withdrew its hand and looked at Zhao Yi condescendingly, with a thunderous roar coming out of its huge head: "Who are you?" ”

The communication method of the Beamon clan is very simple, there are only two monotonous tones in a sentence, and Zhao Yi can easily understand it.

"I'm your grandfather."

As soon as Zhao Yi opened his mouth, he was from Old Zu'an.

Gold Beamon may be grumpy, but he is not stupid.

It couldn't understand Zhao Yi's words, but it understood his tone.

"Roar!!

Golden Beamon roared in the sky, and then held up the black tombstone and photographed it ten times faster than before.

"It's good to come!"

Zhao Yi looked at the amazing black tombstone, bent down and sank, and made a beautiful horse step.

Then the hind legs were violently forced, and the whole person shot out like an arrow off the string.

"Monkey steals peaches!"

"Roar!"

Bang!

The heavy black tombstone fell limply to the ground.

Golden Beamon covered his crotch with his hands, wailed in pain, and fell to his knees.

"Tsk."

In the distance, Linglong saw this scene and was amazed by Zhao Yi's behavior of having no lower limit and only laying three ways.

"It is worthy of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the shot is really extraordinary!"

After Linglong finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Yao Qing on the other side, who was also wide-eyed.

"You called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

The timing of Zhao Yi's appearance was very strange.

It is impossible for the male protagonist to send a message to you, and Su Qianqian will not pay attention to Zhao Yi when he transmits a message.

Then there is only one possibility that it is Yao Qing.

Yao Qing's eyes dodged: "I made an excuse to say that it was convenient to go, and then released the chirping bird, but I didn't expect him to come so quickly." ”

Linglong breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Yao Qing and nodded, "The fool has a thousand thoughts, but there is one." You did a good job this time, if it weren't for the timely arrival of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, we would have died here today. ”

After speaking, she looked at Golden Beamon, who was kneeling on the ground.

Although Zhao Yi's blow hit it hard, it was not fatal.

The crisis has not been resolved!

ps: Ask for the finished reading, ask for the follow-up!

(End of chapter)