Everyone reacted instantly, and the ten fingers kept pinching the fingers, using their mana with all their might, and controlling the magic weapon to attack the center of the lake again.

"Teacher, brother, where are we?"

Zhuge Wushuang was a little curious and a little scared.

At this time, Yi Heng was still constantly moving rapidly in the nine-square grid.

Those magic weapons hit the middle palace, and naturally they would inevitably hit him.

But to the surprise of the two, the magic weapon that came from the roar seemed to pass through the air, and it was originally shooting straight at them, but it passed by.

"This, what kind of truth is this?" Zhuge Wushuang's beautiful eyes showed a look of thought.

Where could Yi Heng say anything, so he diverted her attention and whispered: "Now, is the time for them to give orders!"

Sure enough, Zhuge Wushuang saw that this formation had hidden power, but he didn't know how to kill, so he hugged his thick waist with his backhand and clinged to him.

Within a radius of ten miles, surrounded by white mist, the divine consciousness was already blurred.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, blood spurted, and minced flesh flew sideways.

I saw a palm shoot out of the white mist, and a Yuanying monk exploded all over.

"Be careful, this fog is weird!"

"Bang, ah!"

As soon as a monk shouted, his heart ached, and with a scream, he was shattered.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....... ”

"Bang, bang, bang...... ”

There were several muffled sounds in a row, and the five monks who were about to fly out of the white mist were killed instantly.

"Retreat!"

The voice of the Qin Family's Transformation Divine Cultivator sounded, but the strange thing was that no one responded!

"The junior is arrogant!"

He jerked out his long knife and slashed at the five feet of void behind him.

Before the sword light arrived, a left palm stretched out from the void.

But seeing that he was on guard, he had no choice but to retract into the void again.

"Whew!"

With a bang, the long knife passed, and the white mist was cut in half.

However, there was no trace of the palm.

Under the great change in complexion, his eyes opened angrily, and his consciousness was exhausted.

But the two halves of the white mist gradually closed again.

"Out of the body!"

The Avatar Monk roared, and the white mist that surrounded him was shaken away, and he slammed his fingers with both hands.

An invisible force seemed to penetrate the white mist and probe everywhere.

"Soul power?"

Yi Heng continued to step on the Nine Palaces pattern, and in Zhuge Wushuang's surprised eyes, he attacked and killed one Yuan Infant Monk after another.

Now, in these ten miles of white mist, there are only two Avatar Cultivators left.

But at this time, the Qin Family's Transformation Divine Cultivator seemed to have discovered some tricks and used his soul power to investigate the formation.

If he is allowed to find a way to crack it, with one against two, although he is not afraid, it is also difficult.

Therefore, in the purple mansion, the nine-foot-eight-inch young man no longer laughs and plays.

I saw his hands squeeze hurriedly, and eighteen dry characters instantly appeared in the Purple Mansion.

"Die!"

His mind moved, and the open heaven hoe was sacrificed instantly.

He no longer hid his tracks, turned into a streamer, and smashed towards the head of the Qin family's god cultivator.

"So it's here!

The Yin family's Divine Cultivator was actually four or five feet away, guarding carefully, waiting for the moment when he appeared.

Seeing him appear, he pointed his right hand at him, and the sword stabbed him in the head in an instant.

"Haha, it's late!"

Yi Hengda laughed, and his figure flashed.

"Whew!"

With a bang, the sword pierced through the white mist.

When the Qin family saw him appear, they were also very excited at first.

Even if the hoe fell from the sky, there was a look of great joy on his face.

At that moment, with the left hand stretched, the gossip appeared, and four or five Xun characters were blessed on the long knife, and the long knife flew up violently, facing the Kaitian hoe.

"Bang!"

The Kaitian hoe and the long knife struck a ball of fire, dissipating into the white mist.

The long knife naturally gained the upper hand, and slashed at him with a "whoosh".

Suddenly, the Qin Jiahua Divine Cultivator felt that something was wrong, raised his hand to his chest, and slapped it outward.

"Bang!"

Eighteen dry characters in the Purple Mansion rushed out, and they had already attacked his chest in an instant.

"Bang!"

He didn't care to control the long knife, and his hands kept beating on his chest.

"Poof!"

With a slight sound, a drop of blood burst out of his right palm and palm.

"Puff, puff....... ”

I saw that he kept retreating, the blood was soaring more and more, and the flesh and blood of his two palms were blurred.

"You, you're going to ....... ”

"Puff, puff....... ”

The ten fingers instantly flew together and fell into the lake.

In the chest, a deep crack in the bones was visible, and blood was pouring out

Yi Heng's eyes were greatly surprised, this person must also be a powerful soul, and he was able to resist the attack of the soul like a substance.

The gossip in the left hand appeared, and the three Xun characters were instantly added.

The figure suddenly appeared, and his left fist slammed into the Qin Family's regressing vest.

"Bang, wow! Bang bang....... ”

Seeing the bone scars on the chest of the Qin family's god cultivator, blood rushed violently.

There was blood that poured out together, and there were mouths wide open.

He was in pain, and was about to turn around, but the continuous blows made his mana dissipate in an instant.

The Yin family god cultivator was four or five zhang away.

His eyes cracked, and he looked at the left fist in the void in horror, and kept striking.

"Bang, bang, bang....... ”

In between breaths, more than thirty punches struck him on his vest.

The whole body, from the back of the heart, began to crack.

Above his head, a three-foot infant suddenly appeared, holding a knife in both hands, and his little face was terrified.

"Bang!"

With a sound, in Yuan Ying's little eyes, the body instantly burst into minced flesh and flew in all directions.

In the Purple Mansion, a nine-foot-eight-inch young man, pointed at the Yuan Ying with his right hand, and a dry character rushed out of the Purple Mansion.

When the infant saw that his body was destroyed, he screamed and wanted to flee.

"Shimmer!"

With a soft sound, Yuan Ying looked down at his chest.

A fist-sized hole appeared in his chest, and he opened his mouth to scream, but before he could say anything, he rolled over and fell.

From being surrounded by them to now, it's only half a cup of tea.

But now, out of twenty-two monks, only one remains.

The Yin Family Transformation Cultivator witnessed this strange scene with his own eyes, and was especially deeply shocked by the invisible attack.

At this time, seeing a few breaths, the Avatar Monk was beaten to death in front of him, and his heart was broken, so he turned around and fled.

"Senior, please stay!"

With a wave of Yi Heng's left hand, the formation patterns at the eight corners of the lake instantly turned into water patterns and dissipated.

The white mist just now filled with a radius of ten miles disappeared in an instant, and it was extremely refreshing.

As soon as the Yin family monk got together, and before he flew away, he felt his eyes light up.

Mountains are mountains, and lakes are lakes.

But the water of this lake is no longer clear.

Instead, it was blood-red, and countless pieces of meat fell into the lake, attracting wild fish to scramble for it.

"Gollum!"

"Wow!"

The Yin Family Transformation Cultivator felt his blood boiling, his qi and blood surging upward, and he swallowed his saliva violently.

Zhuge Wushuang, who was close to Yi Heng, naturally also saw the countless minced meat in the lake being devoured by the fish, and made a retching sound.

"You, you dare to withdraw this formation?"

"Why don't you dare? I'm about to learn the supernatural powers of my predecessors!"

There was a look of ecstasy hidden in the eyes of the Yin family's god cultivators, and the mana in the dantian was constantly surging.

Yi Heng gently pushed Zhuge Wushuang's figure, and she floated gently behind her, landed on the shore, and squatted on the ground.

But when he realized that he was closer to the minced meat in the lake, he turned sharply and retched on the ground again.

"Haha, okay, Yi Daoyou is an extraordinary person, please!"

The Yin Family Transformation Divine Cultivator suppressed his excitement and bowed his hand slightly.

At this time, he no longer dared to call himself a senior.

"Please!"

Yi Heng used his mana, his body exploded and retreated, and he also returned the salute.

I must try it today, and fight to the death with the Avatar Monk.

"Whew!"

The Yin family monk raised his hands suddenly, and the sharp sword spinning in front of him disappeared in an instant.

But a sword stabbed through, but it was a phantom, and he looked up and saw that Yi Heng was already above the sky.

With a pinch, the flying sword turned.

"Whew!"

With a bang, it pierced the void and stabbed towards the sky.

Yi Heng waved his right hand, and the Heaven Opening hoe that appeared out of thin air slammed into the sword.

At the same time, the left hand was spread out, and a mysterious gossip plate appeared in the upper part of the left hand, "yo-yo" and turned straight.

What appeared this time was the gossip plate in the Purple Mansion.

"Haha, die!"

When the Yin family monk saw him leave the lake, he knew that he would not use the formation again, so he immediately relaxed his mind, laughed, and his body soared into the sky, chasing after him.

A gossip plate also appeared in his left hand, and he roared: "Xun, for the wind." ”

A big Xun character, suddenly blessed on the flying sword, the flying sword let out a whistling, the tip of the sword slightly deviated, rubbing the open sky hoe flew over, and continued to stab.

"Xun, Xun, Xun....... ”

Yi Heng had a thought in his mouth, and mana poured out violently.

The white light on the gossip disk flickered continuously, and one by one Xun characters appeared in an instant, and then merged into his body.

He kept climbing upwards, faster and faster.

Underneath, the flying sword chased after him with a whistling sound.