The frightened face of the young man lasted for a few breaths, and was quickly replaced by a hideous color.

"Roar, roar~!"

The young man roared in the sky, and his voice was deafening, forcing the monks to temporarily close their ears.

After roaring, the young man raised his fist, punch after punch, and smashed down heavily towards the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

Long Jinxuan was shocked and was about to stop the young man, but his shoulders tightened and he was pressed by a palm. Long Jinxuan turned her head to look, and from Lin Fenghan's eyes, she saw that there was a netherworld green.

"Demon Venerable, why are you stopping me?" asked Long Jinxuan anxiously.

Nine Demon Venerable Zhao Lie shook his head coldly, and said with a solemn face: "The Taihao Treasure Mirror is a treasure of the desolation, this guy wants to destroy it, but it is not so easy. ”

Long Jinxuan could only temporarily restrain her mind and looked over.

The young man's fist fell heavily on the Taihao Treasure Mirror, and in an instant, only a loud sound of the sky and the earth cracking was heard.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Three punches, each punch that could shatter the power of a Dao Origin Realm monk, exploded on the mirror surface of the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

"Whoa—"

A pillar of pure white light rose from the mirror.

The young man snorted in pain, and his body flew out directly with a bang, and countless small cracks appeared on the surface of his fist, obviously injured by the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

The pure white pillar of light that broke through the sky suddenly exploded, and the white divine light spread to the surroundings like water waves, an invisible thrust, and all the monks present flew out uncontrollably, until the white divine light spread for hundreds of miles and slowly dissipated.

The pure white light of the mirror of Taihao Baojing dissipated little by little, and returned to the appearance of ordinary bronze mirrors, but the hazy and clear light of the mirror still gave people a mysterious and strange feeling.

Is this the power of the magic weapon of immortal products?

Many monks were dumbfounded, no one drove it to be so terrifying, if someone used it, then how terrifying would this immortal weapon be?

The power of the Taihao Treasure Mirror suddenly erupted, not only the organ boy showed extreme fear, but even all the monks around him showed a panicked look at the moment, but unlike the organ boy, the monk also had more greed in his eyes, if he could get this immortal weapon, the chaotic star sea would no longer have any opponents!

Lin Fenghan, who calmed down, almost immediately, hurriedly cast a magic trick to make the Heavenly Boat that was forced out by the Taihao Treasure Mirror disappear again, and then his eyes met in another place in the sky.

The people of the Ethereal Pavilion who are also hidden around, about ten people!

Yueli, who met Lin Fenghan's gaze for a moment, revealed a complex light in her eyes.

However, the three Dao Origin Realm monks in the field, for the Taihao Treasure Mirror's greed reached the limit, they didn't notice all this at all, each of them not only coveted the Taihao Treasure Mirror, but also realized that if they wanted to defeat the organ boy, the Taihao Treasure Mirror would play a decisive key role!

"Capture !!"

Yang Yuan snorted concisely, and his body turned into a streamer of light, and with the speed of thunder, he rushed towards the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

There are no fools present, those who can survive so far are all shrewd people, Yang Yuan's meaning, dozens of monks have come to their senses, without saying a word, they quickly went towards the Taihao Treasure Mirror, wanting to grab it first.

At this moment, the advantages of cultivation were brought into play, the fastest was Yang Yuan of the Dao Origin Realm, followed by the Golden Body Bodhisattva, the Red-Eyed Old Demon, and some Xuantian Realm sixth-layer peak cultivators.

"Roar!!"

Looking at everyone to grab the mirror, the young man roared angrily, he seemed to know that the Taihao Treasure Mirror was its only nemesis, and he roared and flashed towards the location of the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

Yang Yuan was far ahead of the monks present, and almost in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the Taihao Treasure Mirror, his face was ecstatic, and his five fingers were forced, trying to capture the Taihao Treasure Mirror.

Yang Yuan's actions made the rest of the monks anxious.

The young man of the organ had a delicate face, revealing eagerness, he knew the horror of the Taihao Treasure Mirror, and he didn't dare to let anyone hold the Taihao Treasure Mirror at all, in an instant, the purple-brown evil light in his left eye was great.

The spooky scene happened again!

Seeing that Yang Yuan, who was about to come into contact with the Taihao Treasure Mirror, suddenly quickly petrified from his fingertips, and the petrification spread like lightning, spreading to Yang Yuan's shoulders in the blink of an eye, and then to the head, body, and soles of his feet, almost between breaths, Yang Yuan changed into a stone sculpture, and slammed into the ground with a bang, shattering into powder!

What happened?

It all happened so fast!

No one knew what was going on, and watched Yang Yuan turn into a stone sculpture and fall to pieces.

Yang Yuan of the Dao Origin Realm fell silently like this! Everyone had a trace of unreal illusion in their hearts, which was even more unbelievable than the death of the demon boy!

The young man roared like a god and demon, and his two demonic eyes twisted and swept towards the nearest golden-bodied bodhisattva and red-eyed old demon.

Being stared at coldly by such pupils, the two cultivators, who were already in the Dao Origin Realm, immediately sweated on the backs of their palms and hands, and they were extremely frightened, witnessing Yang Yuan's instant fall, where did they dare to snatch the immortal weapon, and retreated quickly, but it was too late.

The veins on the face of the red-eyed old demon burst out, as if he was suffering a great pain, and his low voice wailed all over the field, "Impossible, this can't !!"

The monks suddenly remembered the moment before, the Ethereal Pavilion monk who had been burned to ashes.

"Bodhisattva, save me!!"

The red-eyed old devil spewed out billowing black smoke from his five orifices, and roared violently.

The Golden Body Bodhisattva couldn't respond to the red-eyed old demon's call for help, he was already too busy to take care of himself, and like Yang Yuan's situation, the Golden Body Bodhisattva's left sleeve began to petrify, and in an instant, his entire left arm turned into stone.

However, the Golden Body Bodhisattva was much more decisive than Yang Yuanke.

Seeing the petrification spread, the moment his left arm lost consciousness, the golden-bodied Bodhisattva immediately raised the demon pestle in his right hand and swung it hard, and his left arm fell shoulder to shoulder on the spot, and blood gushed out.

The golden-bodied Bodhisattva, who broke his wrist and saved his life, watched as that arm fell to the ground and shattered into powder, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Looking in the direction of the red-eyed old devil again, there was still a figure there, which had turned into ashes and scattered to the world.

The four Dao Origin Realm cultivators, now only the Golden Body Bodhisattva himself is left, and he is seriously injured, and it is difficult to continue fighting, the Golden Body Bodhisattva screams and shouts: "Amitabha, everyone try to escape!"

The golden-bodied Bodhisattva, who had lost his will to fight, clenched the demon pestle in his hand, ready to sacrifice himself to save dozens of monks who had not yet reached the Dao Origin Realm.

At this moment, the face of the golden-bodied Bodhisattva seemed to be plated with the light of the Divine Buddha, which was awe-inspiring and admirable.

"This monk is a character!"

Nine Demon Venerable Zhao Lie grinned, although it is said that Buddhism is compassionate and takes saving the world and helping people as its own responsibility, but in the big dye vat of the cultivation realm, how many Buddhist monks who practice can do this?