"Since there is one more person, let's kill them together!"

The man's face was distorted and he looked at Ming Li, and his resentment towards Ming Li was even deeper than that of Ji Mo Ling, but he didn't expect to meet another genius here.

He is most disgusted with these geniuses being high up and looking down on him, it is these so-called geniuses who have pressed themselves to the point of no success.

Some hatred is so inexplicable, because of their own mediocrity and inferiority pain, they attribute the root cause to others.

"Hmm. ”

The middle-aged monk nodded, following his nephew's wishes.

He raised his eyes to look at Ming Li, and found that he was only a Jindan monk, even if he stepped into Jindan at a young age, but since he dared to be alone, he would kill it.

He is not afraid of taking pictures, as a monk for so many years, his cultivation has reached the rank of masters in the mainland, there should always be some way. Although the core disciples always have some means to save their lives, everything is in vain in the face of strength.

The monks who can cultivate the golden pill in the immortal cultivation world for a hundred years are all people with excellent qualifications, and Ming Li is naturally included in the list.

Ming Li didn't expect this unwarranted disaster to be incurred today, but he also knew that this immortal cultivation world was already deceitful, robbing other people's magic weapons, and kidnapping other people's lives was the norm.

Even though he knew that he was like a drop in the ocean in front of this god-transforming monk, there was not a trace of fear on his face.

At the end of the road, behind him is the cliff that makes the monks lose their souls, and only by fighting to the death can we know whether we can see if we can see the future.

Jimo Ling, who was holding on to the side, looked at Ming Li tiredly, but he didn't expect that he would appear in front of him so embarrassed this time, and he would be affected.

But now it was useless for her to say anything, it was obvious that the shameless man didn't want to let Mingli go at all.

"Chirp!"

Before everyone could make a move, Ah Li rushed forward first, with it, can Ah Li be killed casually?

When the middle-aged monk saw that it was a little black finch, he didn't take it to heart, but he couldn't allow it to be so provocative.

The next palm swung towards it, Ah Ling dodged quickly, and then spewed a breath of black fire at him. The middle-aged monk found that the little bird was not as shattered as he had imagined, so he became cautious and did not rashly confront the black fire.

When Mingli flew out, she also started to move and confronted the man.

Jimo hid and stood aside, she was too seriously injured, and going up at this time was just a disservice.

"Qinglong Jinkui!"

The green dragon halberd in his hand stabbed at the man, which he realized at the moment when the green dragon was successfully refined after years of training with his sword on weekdays.

It was menacing, like a green dragon flying out, roaring with the sound of the wind rushing towards it.

"Flame Distinguishing the Sun!"

The man did not dare to resist head-on, and with a move to distinguish the sunrise from the flames, he retreated sharply. Although his cultivation is also up to the golden pill, it is the accumulation of countless spiritual pills, and he cannot speak at the same level as other monks.

"Chirp~"

One didn't pay attention, and Ah Ling was injured by a middle-aged monk on his little wings.

Angry......

Ah Ling poured out the spiritual fire he had stored for many years towards the middle-aged monk.

If it weren't for the seal itself, it wouldn't have been pressed like this, but it should be more than enough for the Upper Transformation God Stage.

"Poof!"

Mingli heard Ah Ling's scream of pain, and her heart was anxious, and she slashed at the man with a move. The man was instantly defeated, and he was injured to death, and a mouthful of blood poured out from his heart.

"Feng'er!"

The middle-aged monk shouted in surprise, and the blocked black fire gradually corroded the sky-supporting shield in his hand, leaking a trace of the monk's robe.

"Ahh

His soul was burned, and the middle-aged monk couldn't care about anything else at the moment, and his heart was ruthless.

"Huatian Holy Wind!"

A powerful tornado seemed to be torn out and swept towards Ah Yan.

This is the Holy Spirit Rune that he obtained in an ancient secret realm that is comparable to the effect of a divine rune, but he didn't expect to be forced to use it here, since this bird is so difficult, he went down the cliff to be with Gangfeng as a companion.

"Ahh

Ming Li saw that Ah Ling wanted to ride the wind, and hurriedly used the wind spiritual power to use the power to resolve the tornado.

The middle-aged monk didn't care about Ming Li, at this time he hadn't solved the soul-burning fire himself, and when he saw the owner of this bird rushing to die, he sneered in his heart.

It can be called the Holy Spirit Rune, but it has its power, and when Ming Li was about to touch Ah Ling, he ran out of spiritual power because he was defeated, and then he was swept down the cliff together......