Entering the bowl-shaped minefield, the eyes are full of small snake-like thunder and lightning flowing back and forth, which can hurt monks who have not yet reached the transformation stage.

"Crackle!"

The finger-thick thunderbolt seemed to smell Wang Yuan's breath, and they all swam over and rushed towards Wang Yuan, and when they hit Wang Yuan, they were submerged and shattered by his mid-transformation breath, and they were beaten back to their original form.

For Wang Yuan, it was a tingling feeling, a little comfortable, but Wang Yuan didn't dare to be careless, and always exuded his divine sense on the edge of his body.

Suddenly, a series of thunderbolts in front of him burst out, and a round purple bead was formed under Wang Yuan's gaze, and the bead floated there spiritually, absorbing the thunder and lightning around it.

Wang Yuan stretched out his hand and turned into a big hand to hold the bead in the palm of his hand. I never thought that the originally round beads actually grew purple needles at the moment of holding, and when they were pierced in the palm of my hand, they still felt a little electrified.

"Presumably this is the 'Thunder Thorn Bead'. "Wang Yuanshen wanted to try to enter the bead, but a force oppressed him and couldn't release the Yuanshen.

Wang Yuan sighed lightly, his heart was greatly surprised, and he said softly: "There is even a suppressive effect on the Yuan God here. ”

Turning his gaze to the "Thunder Thorn Bead" again, Wang Yuan controlled the bead to suspend in the air with demonic energy, and then the purple needles around the bead were retracted and turned into a round shape.

"This bead is quite peculiar, one is really useless, let's look for more!" Wang Yuan looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

But at this moment, a loud shout came from afar: "Put down that bead and spare your life!"

The thunder and lightning in front of him rolled, and a monk in a Taoist robe flew out quickly, holding a flying sword in his hand and pointing at Wang Yuan.

When Wang Yuan looked at him, a cold murderous aura suddenly erupted in his eyes, just because the monk's body actually had aura circulating outside his body, and he was an immortal cultivator!

"Okay, if you want this bead, Wang will give it to you!" Wang Yuan cracked the corners of his mouth and laughed coldly.

Immediately the beads were tossed, and the beads flew swiftly towards the monk. The monk's eyes froze, and he suddenly scolded: "You actually detonated the 'Thunder Thorn Bead', you are looking for death!"

As the "Thunder Thorn Bead" flew towards the monk, a suddenly restrained purple needle prick appeared, and then the bead suddenly increased, as if it was supported by the thunder and lightning contained in it.

"Bang!"

When the bead reaches a certain limit, it bursts out with a dazzling purple thunderbolt light, and there are countless purple needles mixed in the thunder, which is the real power of the "Thunder Thorn Bead".

The monk sneered and stretched out his finger in front of him, and a large round cyan misty shield appeared, allowing countless purple needles to shoot on it.

In an instant, the "Thunder Thorn Bead" had disappeared after exploding, and the needle had all turned into the most primitive power of thunder and lightning.

"People of the demon clan, suffer death!" the monk snorted coldly, and the flying sword flew out of his hand, and a dense aura flowed on it, and a beast roar came out of it, which was a good magic weapon.

He had already seen that Wang Yuan was a demon cultivator, if he knew that the person in front of him was the demon who had betrayed the Immortal Dao back then, what kind of expression would he show?

For the people of the Immortal Dao, Wang Yuan has no sympathy since then, there is only a different relationship between him and the Immortal Dao.

A green light flashed above Wang Yuan's head, and a green sigil appeared, and a small green sword flew out of it, dealing with that monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building, only one green sword was enough!

The green sword is short and powerful, but the aura it can emit is very powerful, although it is summoned by spells, it is not much different from the real flying sword.

The "Green Mangjutsu" appeared, and a green light disappeared with lightning speed, and the monk's flying sword suddenly shook and made a crisp breaking sound, breaking into two and falling to the ground.

However, the green flying sword stabbed at the monk unstoppablely, and under the monk's shock, the flying sword passed through his eyebrows, came out of the back of his head, and flew back into Wang Yuan's hand again.

That monk was killed by Wang Yuan before he could exert his stronger strength, was he underestimated the enemy or was Wang Yuan's strength too strong?

Walked forward and picked up the storage bag of the immortal monk in the middle of the path, and his eyes burst out with two eyes, one red and one blue, which turned out to be the power of ice and fire contained in the two divine senses.

Easily eliminate the Yuan Shen mark on the storage bag, open it and take a look, there are dense "Thunder Thorn Beads" inside, and some sundries, after throwing away those sundries, put away the "Thunder Thorn Beads", and then Wang Yuan walked to the depths of the bowl-shaped minefield.

The deeper you go, the more the snake-like thunder and lightning are as wide as two fingers, and the power is gradually increasing, which can pose a threat to the monks in the early stage of transformation.

In the bowl-shaped minefield, there are a lot of "thunder thorn beads", and Wang Yuan didn't go far to see dozens of them, and they were picked up like fishing.

In the depths, there are more and more monks, because there are more "thunder beads" in the depths.

Just after Wang Yuan grabbed a "Thunder Thorn Bead", several figures rushed out from another place, and their eyes were placed on the bead in Wang Yuan's hand without hesitation.

There are three people in total, all of them are demon cultivators, and the strongest cultivator is the thin-eyed young man standing in the middle, and the cultivation has reached the late stage of transformation, and the other two are all in the middle stage of transformation.

The demon cultivator in the outer stage of transformation is very strong in the physical body, which is comparable to a magic weapon.

The young man with thin eyebrows stepped out and said coldly to Wang Yuan in a commanding tone: "Take out all the 'Thunder Thorn Beads' on your body, or you will die!"

This young man was even more ruthless than the immortal cultivator, and he even wanted all the beads.

Wang Yuan chuckled, really took out the storage bag, and said with a smile: "There are at least two hundred pieces in it, do you want it?"

"Where did you get so much nonsense, if it were the people of the Immortal Dao, our three brothers would have killed you a long time ago!" another mid-stage demon cultivator shouted angrily, and then a big hand wanted to snatch the storage bag that Wang Yuan was holding.

"You're not qualified!" Wang Yuan said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, nine green mangs appeared to form a green flower.

The nine green swords emitted sword aura, and under the guidance of Wang Yuan's mind, they all immediately shot at the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator seemed to be very confident in his body, and he didn't care about the nine green swords that looked like magic weapons.

When the nine green flying swords first touched the demon cultivator's body, his face changed and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated in shock.

But Wang Yuanyi exuded killing intent, and the nine flying swords pierced the body he cared about with strong penetrating power!

"Poof!"

The demon cultivator's eyes immediately fell to the ground, and his primordial spirit was also shattered by the nine flying swords.

With a wave of his hand, he killed a mid-stage demon cultivator, which is why Wang Yuan said that he was not qualified!

"Kill my third brother!!" The other mid-stage demon cultivator yelled, stepped out, and threw a punch with the strength of his body, and the wind of this punch shattered the thunder and lightning that was two fingers thick.

As soon as Wang Yuan grabbed his big hand, the power of a landslide appeared in an instant, and when he hit that punch with the power of his powerful landslide, Demon Xiu let out a miserable scream, and his entire arm was broken by the strongest force.

Immediately after, the nine flying swords turned, flashing green and instantly cut off the head of the demon cultivator, Wang Yuan grabbed the head of the demon cultivator and looked coldly at the young man with thin eyebrows.

When the young man's two brothers died, he did not show any sadness, but his fighting spirit increased sharply.

The cultivation and physical body in the late stage of transformation were already revealed the moment he clenched his fist, and the thunder and lightning made a "crackling" sound in an instant, and he was pinched and exploded by his fist.

Wang Yuan grabbed the head, threw it at the young man's feet without looking, and without waiting for the young man to make a move, the nine green flying swords instantly formed a circle, and the ninety-nine sword array was formed, and finally the nine were combined to form a green long sword.

Wang Yuanfei stepped forward and grabbed the green long sword with one hand, the power of ice and fire was contained in the flying sword, although the law and heaven and earth under his feet did not appear, but it was hidden in the flying sword.

The young man with thin eyebrows laughed, he stretched out a finger, and the demonic qi gathered in that hand, and it instantly became extremely black, and one finger concentrated the power of his whole body!

The green long sword pierced that finger, Wang Yuan's face froze, and a huge force was transmitted from the flying sword, shocking his internal organs as if they were twisted together, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But the young man's face was only slightly red, and his second finger stretched out, and his strength doubled!

The long sword of the nine flying swords was suddenly scattered and turned into nine swords, and Wang Yuan's eyes were quick, and he pinched the trick in his hand, and one by one the colorful spears broke through the air to help him.

"How can a spell be able to defeat me!" The young man with thin eyebrows sneered, his third finger suddenly stretched out, and the three fingers were extremely black, and the power of the demonic qi increased again, colliding with the flying multicolored spear.

"Boom!"

The multicolored spear collided with the three fingers of the demon cultivator youth, and the multicolored spear suddenly turned into nothing, and at this time, Wang Yuan had already flown upside down.

The young man's fighting spirit did not decrease, and he sneered: "I still have the power of two fingers, you are not my opponent." ”

Demon cultivation does not pay attention to scheming, and the young man with thin eyebrows said his strength, which is a bit above board, but it gives Wang Yuan a chance.

"It's really strong in the late stage of Huawai, but I can still kill him!" Wang Yuan knows his strength well, and he can fight with the monks in the later stage!

"Whew!" Wang Yuan's body was suddenly wrapped in a raging ice flame, and with the power of the cold qi in the Ice and Fire Taiji, the fierce flames turned by the ice flames were even more fierce than before.

Wang Yuan crossed his hands in front of him, and the first magic weapon he had cultivated appeared by himself, just like two fists on his arms, and two dragon claws appeared!

The body unfolded, and the ghost shadow cast a lot of spells, and the speed was extremely fast, forming a series of ice flame phantoms.

The young man with thin eyebrows stood there intently, his outstretched three fingers continuing to exude a pitch-black demonic aura. Suddenly, Wang Yuan's figure appeared behind him, and a dragon roar came out with a raging ice flame.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a series of "bang" sounds, Wang Yuan's dragon claws grabbed the chest of the thin-eyebrow young man, and two eye-catching deep blood marks flowed with blood. But the young man's fourth finger had stretched out and pointed at Wang Yuan's heart.

The two of them were evenly matched, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. But the young man with thin eyebrows still hasn't stretched out his last finger!