Since coming here, as the strongest three-person team in that area, every time they sacrifice this gold-devouring worm and the wishful vajra ring, no monk can survive a stick of incense.

After sweeping the entire area into no longer a human figure, he met three monks in the same city.

But since then, no three-man team has dared to meet them, and it is only to this day that they have encountered these five foolish monks.

But now it seems that he is not a fool, after all, he is close to two incense sticks, and he can still toss, but after a while, when his spiritual fluid is exhausted and he is ready to escape, he will know how powerful this insect is.

Thinking of this, he didn't have to worry about Yi Heng who had disappeared, and at most he fled dozens of zhang away again, and he could catch up in an instant.

But suddenly, his eyes froze, and he found that Yi Heng did not retreat but advanced, and he actually passed the gold devouring insect extremely quickly and appeared five feet in front of him.

And it seems that he is going to rush over again, does he think that he only has a wishful vajra ring?

Yi Heng grinned at Yi Heng, who flew over, and was about to roar "Ruyi Vajra Ring" in his mouth, but before the words came out, he first heard Yi Heng open his mouth and roar "Spirit ~ Soul ~ Thorn".

In an instant, I felt a strong stinging pain in my mind, the spiritual fluid in my body was gone, my facial features were cold, and my mouth did not shout, but blood flowed out.

With a "hurry", the six cold needles behind Yi Heng disappeared, instantly stabbing the door of the white-clothed monk, and he was no more than a foot away from the white-clothed monk at this time, and his right hand stretched out, ready to pick up the storage bag on his waist.

Next, six small holes appeared in the door of the white friar's face, piercing through the back of his head, and before he could fall, he had already removed the storage bag from his waist with his right hand.

After passing by, his body will fall straight down like a falling rock.

This scene is very familiar to him and very skilled.

"Ding....... Six sharp rings came into his ears, and he was startled, and when he looked up carefully, he saw a small ring spinning rapidly where the white-clothed monk was facing the door.

And the six cold needles that were pierced were all blocked, without exception.

At this time, I don't know how to describe the fear in his heart, the soul thorn and the cold needle are invincible, but at this time, they are all blocked?

There was a look of horror in his eyes, which happened to be opposite the eyes of the whitefriar.

But I didn't want to, and there was a look of horror in those eyes.

His right hand was already outstretched, but instead of grabbing the storage bag, he desperately turned his claw into a fist and slammed it into his chest.

The two of them were too close to each other, and they flew quickly against each other, where could the white-clothed monk dodge at this time? There was a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of a broken sternum, and his right fist hit him in the chest.

The white-clothed monk spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and his entire body was knocked upside down by his punch.

He used all his strength to run the spiritual fluid, drove up, his right hand was violently withdrawn, and he struck out again, and the shadow on the chest of the white-clothed monk flickered, and he didn't know what was blocking it, but it was too late to close his fist, and a "poof" sound came, and he immediately felt bad.

"Click" a few times, immediately found that the right finger bone was broken, and when I looked closely, it was the small ring that was spinning in front of the door just now, and now it had become the size of a fist, and the right fist hit it just on it.

The white-clothed monk was also uncomfortable, although he blocked his right fist, but he was pushed backwards again by this force, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Before the pain in his right hand came out, Yi Heng drank "out" in his mouth, and the purple gold flying sword swimming happily in the dantian disappeared, and with a grip in the void in his right hand, a purple gold flying sword appeared in his right hand.

With a sharp stretch of his right arm, the purple gold flying sword stabbed into the white monk's chest.

It has only been a breath since the soul stab was issued, and the white-clothed monk has been hit hard again and again, but fortunately, the second punch was blocked by the ring, and at this time he was only injured by shock, and he had already reacted.

was about to open the distance, but suddenly found the purple flying sword stabbing in, and couldn't help but be happy in his eyes, so he stopped dodging.

As soon as his mind moved, the ring headed towards the purple flying sword that stabbed at him.

Yi Heng's eyes showed a look of ridicule, and the spiritual liquid continued to pour into the purple gold flying sword in his right hand, and the purple light on the sword body soared violently.

If this person still thinks that it is the magic weapon of the purple flying sword just now, then this is the end of today.

As soon as the ring was put into the flying sword, the white-clothed monk already had a smile on his face, and secretly shouted "receive" in his heart, and the ring contracted suddenly.

But at this time, the purple light on the flying sword skyrocketed, and with a "click", the ring that was set into the purple gold flying sword was instantly shattered.

The white-clothed monk suddenly felt that his heart had been hit hard, his facial features spurted blood again, and his heart was not good, so he felt a chill in his chest, and the flying sword seemed to have pierced into his body.

Before he could think about it, he felt that the flying sword slashed upward, and he was no longer conscious.

Yi Heng's left hand instantly took off the two storage bags around his waist, turned sideways to let go of the blood spurted out by the white-clothed monk, and withdrew his right hand.

I saw that the white-clothed monk was split in two by the purple gold flying sword from his chest to his head, and he was already too dead to die, and his whole body was bubbling with blood, and he fell down with a "whew".

As soon as his right hand was released, the purple gold flying sword suddenly disappeared, and his figure also disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had reached the ring that was floating in the air twenty zhang away, and reached out to put the ring that had lost control and stopped attacking into the storage bag.

Looking at the scattered flying insects, I don't know what to do, although this swarm of insects has not been bitten by it, but its vitality is extremely strong, but I don't know how to summon it, and this is obviously not the time to think about this.

The battle of life and death was not over yet, and this white-clothed monk was terrified by both his magic weapons and strength.

The fight between a few breaths just now really scared him, if there was no magic weapon in his body, it was really difficult to say who would die today.

This person definitely has the strength and magic weapons of the strongest team, and even the soul stab is used, but he can't make it with one blow.

The same is true for several others

force, then I am afraid that today it will be reduced to the point of fleeing for its life.

Moving the right hand, the pain came into his mind at this time, and hitting the magic weapon with his bare hands, even if the fourth layer of refining the body is absolutely impossible, it is considered lucky that it is not broken instantly.

When he flew towards the fat man, he found that the poisonous snake was even more dangerous, and his white and gloomy face was already bloodstained at this time, and he didn't know where the injury was.

His body was possessed by several silver flying insects, constantly biting, and he was sweating profusely in pain, while constantly scratching the silver flying insects on his body, he had to pay attention to the attacks of the monks on the opposite side.

But when his opponent saw him flying, his spiritual sense swept away, and he seemed to know that the white-clothed monk had been killed, and he was so frightened that his hands were sharply pinched, and the silver flying insects did not retract, and turned and fled.

Immediately, he roared "Xun", and a Xun character appeared in front of the poisonous snake, and after cooperating for so long, where would the poisonous snake not know?

He cruelly spit out a "out" sound in his mouth, and two white lights shot out from his cuffs, instantly merging into one, and the Xun character just blended into that white light.

Originally, it shot out quickly, but at this time, the word Xun was integrated, and it disappeared in an instant, only to hear a scream of "ah", and the white light went around the neck of the monk on the opposite side, and returned to the sleeve with a "whoosh".

In less than half a breath, the monk's face turned black, and the poisonous snake stepped forward, took off the storage bag, turned around and caught up with Yi Heng, and flew towards the fat man.

The monk who remained in place and howled a few times grabbed his neck with both hands, and after a few moments fell silently, and the silver flying insects that had just gathered scattered in a hurry.

When Yi Heng rushed to the fat man, blood had already appeared on the corners of the fat man's mouth above the Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue was even more torn apart, and his fat flesh could already be seen trembling.

On top of the fat, there were silver flying insects, biting the fat all over the body in large chunks, and the fat man screamed in pain.

But his opponent had already seen the two coming, and by this time he had fled for several miles.

He glanced at the poisonous snake, the poisonous snake nodded slightly, his left hand stretched out to pinch the fingers, and the five Xun characters appeared immediately, and the white light in the snake's sleeves flashed again.

A few miles away, a white light flashed around the neck of the fleeing monk, and the viper flew out violently, and before it could breathe, it returned, and threw a storage bag to the fat man.

The fat man took the storage bag, immediately stopped humming and chirping, and hung it on his waist with great satisfaction.

Yi Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the strength of the other monks was not very strong.

At this time, I have roughly guessed the origin of this team, and it must be the combination of three people from the strongest team and the general team.

Since the white-clothed monk is so powerful, there must be two more people, could it be the two people that Shen Tutian faced?

If this is the case, then Shen Tutian's situation is probably very bad, no matter how strong he is, he will definitely not be able to do it one against two.

At this moment, they heard someone shouting four or five miles away on the right, and their spiritual sense swept away, so they looked at each other and smiled.

I saw that I was covered in blood, my hair was scattered, and my body flying in the air was crumbling, and more than 100 silver flying insects behind me were "buzzing" and chasing after me.

Yi Heng naturally flew towards it violently, and the poisonous snake and the fat man immediately followed closely.

But there was no need for them to arrive, the green-uniformed monk who was chasing He Zudao hurriedly retreated, retreated more than a mile in an instant, then chose a direction, turned around and fled.

After meeting with He Zudao, he didn't bother to listen to his complaints, so he directly threw two bottles of healing medicine to him and asked him to follow far behind him.

Yi Heng's spiritual sense swept away, and the monk who was chasing He Zudao just now was already more than ten miles away, but Na Shen Tutian and the other two monks were nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that the two men had chased him more than three hundred miles away?

"Catch up and find Shen Daoyou. He roared and chased after the fat man and the others with all his might.

But it stopped again in an instant, because in the spiritual sense, three hundred miles away, a monk was desperately flying towards them, and behind him were madly followed by two monks, one yellow and one black.

The monk who desperately escaped was none other than Shen Tutian.

At this time, in the spiritual sense, the Taoist clothes were messy, the blood was stained, the hair was scattered, the face was extremely white, and the gloomy eyes had become desperate.

Originally, with his strength, he would be able to deal with ordinary monks, even if it was two, but at this time, he was not only desperate, but also regretful.

I really regret that I shouldn't have taken on the task of one-on-two, and I shouldn't just think about showing my strength and winning the captain.

If he can escape his life this time, he will definitely clean up that Yi Heng, even if it is a head-on conflict, it doesn't matter.

Although the position of the captain is not big, it can be yin at the critical moment, and if he dies this time, he will be harmed by Yi Heng.

Thinking of this, there was a fierce look in his eyes, but how to get rid of the two monks behind him?

These two are definitely the top masters here, one person is already terrifying, let alone two people?

The exercises are peculiar, the magic weapons are powerful, and there is a group of golden flying insects, I really don't know which continent came from?

The spiritual sense covered the past backwards, and secretly said that it was not good in his heart, and with a wipe of his left hand, a talisman slammed behind him, and he cursed in his mouth.

There was a sudden "crackling" behind him, thunder, and ice spikes frantically smashed towards the two groups of golden flying insects in the air.

But after the talisman was blown up, he heard a burst of wild laughter behind him, and the two groups of golden flying insects rushed towards him again with a disturbing "buzzing" sound as if nothing had happened.

And his magic weapon was taken away by the two rings at the beginning, and now there are magic weapons in the storage bag, but he doesn't dare to drive them out.

His eyes were red and he looked ahead, and suddenly the ground was overjoyed, and in his spiritual sense, Yi Heng and the others had already chased a monk and flew over.

What is the situation? Could it be that they have already killed the monks? This is absolutely impossible.

Over here

There were two powerful monks, and there must have been one of the four over there, most likely the white-robed monk.

That Yi Heng was on the front, there was no way to kill him, and even if he could, it would not be possible to kill him so quickly.

At this time, in the air, Shen Tutian kept flying towards them, and behind him were two monks, one yellow and one black, who were constantly laughing wildly.

Opposite him and fled wildly was the green monk, and behind him were Yi Heng and the other four, but Yi Heng was a little faster, pulling the fat man and the three for more than thirty miles.

The two monks behind Shen Tutian naturally also noticed Yi Heng and the others, and their wild laughter stopped, their faces were cloudy, and they didn't know what the situation was at this time.

"What's wrong with Hadanbaatle?" asked the Yellowfriar in a low voice, the two of them slowing down.

"Can't be killed by that man, right?" the blackfriar's voice trembled a little, and he felt incredulous.

"How is that possible? If he is killed, how will he explain it when he goes out?" the yellow-clothed monk unleashed his spiritual sense to the limit, but there was still no trace of Hadanbatar in the area covered.

"Really, really killed by that man. The black-clothed monk said tremblingly, on the edge of his spiritual sense, above the Gobi, a blood-red Taoist robe, with a hint of white revealing from the edge.

And the whole body has turned into a puddle of rotten meat, and it is impossible to see that it is a monk.

The yellow-clothed monk had apparently noticed it as well, and his face turned pale, and his spiritual sense locked on to the first monk who flew in.

It was he who killed Hadan Battle, so naturally it should be remembered.

"Don't chase, run. "Since the other party has such a powerful monk, and the number of people is even more numerous, it is natural that he can't chase after him at this time.

The two of them glanced at each other, and both saw the fear in each other's eyes, and immediately turned around, retracted the golden flying insects, and quickly fled.

As for the teammate who fled to them in the middle, he didn't even give it a second look.

Shen Tu Tian breathed a long sigh of relief, and then secretly recited the magic in his mouth, his hands squeezed urgently, since the person behind him did not chase, then he could show his skills now and solve the green monk who flew in.

"Save me, save me. The greenfriar was slightly stunned as he fled, and he didn't expect the two men to turn away, and he didn't even look at him more, and he couldn't help but cry out in a hurry.

At this time, he was only fifty miles away from Shen Tutian, and Yi Heng, who was chasing after him, was also fifty miles away, scolded secretly, and immediately turned around and flew south.

Yi Heng naturally wouldn't let him go, with a low roar, a Xun character was added, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

In the fierce fight with the white-clothed monk just now, the spiritual fluid consumed has not recovered, and the spiritual consumption has not recovered, and it is also uncomfortable at this time.

But since he has the ability, he naturally doesn't care about killing one more person, and it shouldn't take long to solve this person.

The whole figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it had already crossed three miles, which made the green-clothed monk feel a chill in his heart, and he couldn't stop fleeing.

Shen Tutian saw that his speed was speeding up, obviously wanting to deal with that person before himself, and his heart was instantly furious, and he turned around and chased with all his might.

After a few words, Yi Heng was already five miles away from the monk, but Shen Tutian was still ten miles away.

After a few breaths, staring at the vest of the green-clothed monk, a purple flying sword appeared in front of him, and he hurriedly recited the mantra in his mouth, and shouted, "The flying sword escapes into the sky, and the void turns into a sword." The purple flying sword disappeared immediately.

When the greenfriar heard this, he didn't know what kind of spell it was, but if he was held back for a moment, he would definitely be killed this time.

With a touch of his left hand, more than 100 flying insects immediately flew out of his waist, attached to his back, like a silver dress.

It's just that this silver flying insect actually covered its back from head to toe, and a shield-like defensive magic weapon was sacrificed in front of it.

As a result, the speed is a little slower.

"Is that flying insect that can't be killed again?" Yi Hengda was startled and almost stopped, but after taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are only more than a hundred, and the back and wings are silver, and the aura is only four or five layers of qi refining, and the size is half smaller, which is obviously much worse than the person summoned just now. "My mind moved slightly, and the speed was a little faster.

As soon as the flying insects on the greenfriar's back were filled, the void tumbled, and thousands of transparent flying swords all hit his back.

There was a "clanging", and a spark flashed, hitting the flying insects on the back into a "buzzing" scream, and they couldn't help but fall.

But the monk was anxious to recite the formula, "Wow" A mouthful of blood sprayed on the palm of his left hand, and when he threw his left hand back, the blood scattered into a piece and stained the flying insects.

When the flying insect got this blood, it immediately flew up again, and with a "buzz" all shot towards Yi Heng, and the violent aura on his body increased even more.

"Six Yin True Fire Thunder, Disease. In a few breaths, Shen Tutian also chased closer, and cast a spell two miles away, and four or five dim thunderbolts struck the vest of the monk in front.

Yi Heng didn't dare to underestimate this thunder fire, although it was extremely dim, but the power was absolutely huge, even the second-order soul devouring clan was burned by this fire, how could this monk feel good if he was hit?

At this time, more than 100 flying insects were already in front of them, their compound eyes became blood-red, and the jagged jaws collided back and forth, one closed and one closed.

But he still had no idea of dodging and defending, and let the flying insect approach, this scene made the monk who fled in front of him instantly happy, but immediately gloomy, and the defensive shield in front of him immediately moved behind him.

Shen Tutian smiled gloomily on his face, he had already tried the power of this flying insect just now, even if these flying insects looked a little smaller, but if they all fell on his body, he would probably have to shed his skin if he didn't die, just giving him the opportunity to kill this person.

Four or five dim thunder fires were silent, and just as they were about to hit the Dao shield, Shen Tutian squeezed his hands violently, and the thunder fire instantly bypassed the shield and struck towards the monk from the front.