Not far away, those newcomer immortal cultivators had obviously noticed the Han Tu that had turned into a demon yuan. They hesitated, but they still scattered around.

Just when they were amazed at why there were demonic beasts here, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Green hair, blue eyes. Good guy, it's a big demon-level monster. Although I don't know why it appeared here, but since it is here, it should be suppressed by the rules of the Sword Immortal Domain. Everyone, do it, its magic core is a priceless treasure to us!"

This sentence is not wrong, the magic core of the hundred-year-old gibbon demon ape is indeed not a valuable thing for most foundation building periods. But for them, immortal cultivators in the Qi refining period, it was indeed a priceless treasure that was well deserved.

When they heard this, everyone present boiled, as if they had seen the scene of killing the Demon Yuan, disemboweling it, and seizing the Demon Core. And with the help of the benefits brought by the demon core, he reached the peak and became one of the few ancestors in this immortal cultivation world.

But they never thought about it, there was only one demon core, and even if they killed it, how would they distribute it? It can be said that mutual beware is indispensable. When the magic core is in their hands, they will definitely not feel comfortable handing it over to others, and at that time, conflict is inevitable.

It is common to encounter a single thing that needs to be divided equally. The recipient needs to give the other person the same spirit stone, or something else. And these immortal cultivators in the Qi refining period naturally couldn't have such resources. It can be said that in the end, because it cannot be reasonably distributed, the things that lead to cannibalism are really not a few among immortal cultivators.

"Up!"

At this time, they obviously couldn't care about so much, and they didn't know who shouted up, so they rushed forward in one go, and set up a formation, showing a siege momentum, and pressed towards Han Tu step by step.

At first, Moyuan didn't notice anyone approaching. Maybe it's because the visitor is too weak to even see it. Most of the time, even if they form an alliance temporarily, they are just having their own ghosts, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to expect them to go all out.

Each of them was thinking that it would be okay to reap the benefits of the fisherman, so naturally they would not go all out. But at the moment, perhaps because the magic core of the Demon Yuan was too tempting, everyone present actually used all their strength.

But in the face of their attacks, Moyuan didn't seem to react, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging or counterattacking.

However, they didn't choose to think about why the magic yuan was so "docile", but instead drove all kinds of spells, all kinds of magic weapons, to attack Han Tu's weaknesses. Most of them are eye sockets, ears, armpits, and waist, which are very similar to human weaknesses.

However, the Warcraft was originally dominated by the strength of the flesh, although it was not all of them, to at least more than eighty percent of the Warcrafts were like this.

It can be said that with their strength, even if the Demon Yuan does not move here for ten hours, it may not be able to cause damage to it.

"Senior Mirror Spirit, you are about to get in touch with the shackles of thinking!"

Although their attack was like an itch to Han Tu. But Miao Yiting didn't think so, looking at her red eyes, she seemed to be about to cry out in a hurry, but such a thing was naturally not her turn to be reminded of a little girl. The moment they launched the spell, it had already taken the first step to contact the mental restraint of Han Tu.

Next, the meek Demon Yuan is about to show his brutal side......

At the same time that the mirror spirit came into contact with the mind trap, the magic wheel that Han Tu had transformed was visibly stunned, and he, who would have reacted slightly to the attack of the immortal cultivator, also became completely stuck in place. At the same time, the strange symbol in his eyes also disappeared at this time.

"Whew!!"

Demon Yuan suddenly roared angrily, and since it shook the surrounding immortal cultivators, they couldn't stand still. This demon that Han Tu has transformed is actually able to attack the spirit!

Taking advantage of the immortal cultivator's uncontrollable kung fu because of the roar, the demon yuan got up and jumped into the air more than ten zhang high. Moreover, his arms, which were slightly longer than his frame, were once again left behind him, forming a straight line with his body.

As if reaching its highest point, his form paused for a moment, then stopped rising into the air and fell to the ground. Its speed is so fast, the distance of more than ten zhang is just the blink of an eye.

At this time, the immortal cultivators recovered from the dizziness, and as the rubble in front of them was lifted, the immortal cultivator who was still half-asleep suddenly came back to his senses, and was horrified to find that the demon yuan, which was still a few feet away, had come to him without knowing when.

At the same time, the arm that was left behind him was also pulled directly over at this time because of inertia. The fist, which was thicker than a person, rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and he vaguely seemed to be able to see every hair on the fist. By the time he could see it, the fist had arrived as scheduled.

Bang!

In the life of listening to the bang, the arm of the long-armed demon has been deeply inserted into the ground, and the immortal cultivator has long since disappeared. I didn't know if it was in the moment of crisis, so I used all my strength to escape. Or because he couldn't dodge, he was bombarded to death by the devil.

When the dust settled, the long-armed demon shook his body, trying to pull his arm back. His punch seemed to be buried deeply, but in fact, it didn't penetrate much into the ground.

When Han Tu withdrew his arm, everyone realized that the immortal cultivator had responded to their first guess. On the huge fist of the Demon Yuan, there was a humanoid flake, which was no different from ordinary people in terms of color and body shape. It's just that his bones have been completely flattened, and the flesh and blood on his body have been squeezed out. This became a "flake" and stuck to the fist of the Devil.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and it seemed that they had begun to regret whether they should have gone through this troubled water.

"Guys, since someone has already died, then we shouldn't just retreat!"

This man said so, but in fact, he took half a step back, as if he wanted to let others take risks. Those who were close to him naturally saw his expression and frowned, not hiding his disgust at all.

Others, like him, took a half-step back without being noticed......