The purple-clothed immortal's seemingly lazy but cruel and playful words floated in the air.

The immortals behind him burst out laughing.

The old beggar closed his eyes, and he could clearly feel the overwhelming malice and pressure.

"Obey the decree of the heavens. ”

The ten immortals saluted in unison, bowed and smiled.

Then the ten immortals flew out in unison

The purple-clothed immortal had a lazy face, but his eyes were staring at the old beggar calmly, and the surging qi and coercion of the spirit realm on his body pressed towards the old man with ragged clothes and a withered face below.

But what he didn't expect was that the old man didn't feel the threat he brought, and as soon as the ten immortals moved, the fists he had been clenching also moved.

"Since the old man is standing here, if you want to kill someone, you must first cross the old man's fist. ”

The old beggar's tone was flat, but the words like thunder exploded in the ears of all the immortals.

"You're looking for death. ”

The purple-clothed immortal's originally lazy face showed hideous anger, as Si Tian, who had the most honorable status and the most powerful strength realm in Great Xia, it was the first time that he was so despised.

And what made him even more angry, the old beggar ignored his qi control, but he didn't find the slightest flaw.

Because the fist of the tall old man below is a circle, a circle without any dead ends.

The old beggar bowed his back slightly, took a step back, and slowly raised his fist, and his fist was blocked.

An invisible circle spreads out between heaven and earth.

"What is this?"

The ten immortals who flew out felt their qi invisibly channeled to the old beggar's side at the same time, as if they were caught in a whirling vortex at the same time.

The purple-clothed immortal in the rear, who had not entered the game, suddenly moved, suddenly took a volley in the air, broke through the invisible circle and rushed in, and his whole body was surrounded by wisps of dazzling light, and the light was shining, forcing the old beggar.

What if there are no flaws?

"Go and kill the younger, and I'll come to the old. ”

His cold voice came out, and a huge palm of light several feet high condensed in front of him and grabbed the old beggar head-on.

The invisible circle broke, and the ten immortals immediately shot outward, trying to get out of this strange circle.

But with a "boom", the old beggar pressed his fist against the giant palm of light, and after stepping back to remove the huge force, his fist became a circle again, and the giant palm of light was smeared backwards into countless points of light.

Countless shattered points of light scattered, and the broken circle took shape again, enveloping all around, only this time the circle was not invisible, but composed of those flying points of light with a destructive aura.

At this time, six of the original ten immortals in the circle had fallen into the ruins, and this time the circle only encircled four of them, two Tong Yuan, two wheels of the sea, and of course, ...... One Spirit.

The purple-clothed immortal's gaze was so gloomy that it was about to freeze, and the light on his body turned into a thousand swords and slashed towards the old beggar, but they were all distorted and guided when they approached the old beggar, and exploded into countless points of light.

The shapeless circle was dyed silver and brighter.

A large amount of blood oozed from the corners of the old beggar's mouth, and the wrinkles on the already old cheeks became deeper and deeper, but the sharp but round fist intent on his body was constantly superimposed and raised.

"It's because you've been stranded on the twelfth floor of the martial arts all the year round, you have a profound background, and you climbed two steps in one breath when you stepped into the realm of the Five Tibets, but who do you think you are? At most, it's just equivalent to the first realm of the spirit transformation, but you dare to make a move on others when facing the deity. ”

"You're going to die fast. ”

Feeling that his majesty had been offended, the originally lazy and calm purple-clothed immortal's face was already full of cold anger and killing intent, and looking at the old beggar's gaze was like looking at a dying person.

"And with me, you're going to die faster than you think you're going to die. ”

A small flying sword that also had a bright light suddenly appeared in the center of the purple-clothed immortal's eyebrows, and the flying sword quickly grew larger as it emerged, and soon turned into a silver long sword full of aura.

There is a Jiao on the sword, the head horns are grand, and the sword body is swirling uncertainly, which is very smart.

The purple cloth swung the sword, in addition to the brighter light on the sword, there was also the sound of Jiaojiao's roar, and the sword Jiao took off its sword and flew out, swimming in the surrounding light, killing and lurking.

"Medium-grade spirit sword?

The old beggar couldn't help but ask when he saw the spirit sword.

The world's cultivation of true spiritual weapons is divided into four levels: lower, middle and upper and best, and lower-grade spiritual weapons and medium-grade spiritual weapons can also be seen in the mortal world.

Facing the purple-clothed immortal after sacrificing the spirit sword, the pressure on the old beggar, who was already very heavy, was even greater.

And the other four immortals who had fallen into the circle and found it difficult to reach were also approaching.

"Penglai Penglai, hell Penglai, the East China Sea Wonderland is not only Penglai is a fairy island, and sword cultivation is not all out of Penglai. ”

Hearing the old beggar who asked Penglai, the purple-clothed immortal suddenly became angry and said in a disgusted voice.

"Ignorant old man, my abbot Xiandao. The spell is unparalleled, where can it be inferior to Penglai?"

The light on the purple-clothed immortals in anger rose again, and the four approaching immortals also bloomed with various spiritual lights, blasting spells at the old beggar.

In the scattered light in the sky, the dormant sword Jiao also circled around the top behind the old beggar, and suddenly opened its big mouth and bit the old beggar's head.

In the face of the purple-clothed immortal, the old beggar's fist that had been extremely difficult to support was turned again, and the circle full of silver points of light began to rotate, and the scattered points of light in the sky moved with it.

"Boom" "Boom"

The impact of various energies was intertwined with the old beggar's side, and the old beggar's face withered in the spiritual power of the tide, and the blood in the corner of his mouth was even redder, and it was still extremely difficult to support, but it just didn't fall.

It's just that the light contained in that huge circle in the air has been dazzling to the extreme, and cracks are gradually spreading.

......

Dust, snow, and smoke turned the entire ruins under the snowy night into chaos.

Ye Mingke was in the chaotic ruins, stepping on the broken surface, crossing the dark red sea of hellfire beneath the surface, frantically searching, but he didn't have time at all.

Above the ruins where he was, there was a ** sunset.

It was an immortal of the Wheel Sea Realm.

He had good luck.

The Wheel Sea Realm is already a group of immortal cultivators with the lowest cultivation level in the field.

But just seven days ago, he couldn't even defeat an immortal cultivator who had reached the realm of scriptures, and even the day before, he had never killed anyone at all, and he had basically never fought with an immortal cultivator.

The time left for him to grow is too short and too short, and the enemies are constantly coming, each time stronger and stronger.

How many times can he dodge?

A few moments after Ye Mingke sensed the immortal, a pale blue halo spread out among the dim and chaotic ruins.

The old beggar once told him that that kind of aura was produced after the immortal cultivator controlled the spiritual power and enriched the spiritual power. Within the halo is the spiritual domain controlled by the immortal cultivators, that is, the area where they can directly mobilize the spiritual energy.

In the spiritual realm, according to the difference in the affinity and cultivation of the immortal cultivator to the aura, the immortal cultivator can perceive the surroundings through the aura under control to varying degrees.

This is somewhat like Ye Mingke's spiritual eyes, but according to what the old beggar said, most immortal cultivators can only have a hazy sense at most, similar to a sense of touch.

Far inferior to Ye Mingke's spiritual eye, he can integrate consciousness into aura, turning each aura into his own doppelganger, and his perception is rich and accurate.

The Wheel Sea Realm monk with the sword crown but a huge long knife on his back completely fell into the ruins, and walked unhurriedly in the dark night, but after a few steps, his dark thick eyebrows raised, and he looked sideways to the left side of his side.

"Is that the emperor in the intelligence dead?"

With a wave of his right hand, the Wheel Sea Realm monk with a long knife on his back split a chaotic stone on the left side, and the dust rose in the sound of the chaotic stone cracking.

The monk frowned and took two steps back, but there was no other movement in the dust after the sound of the rocks cracking.

He took two steps closer, and before he could take the third step, a dark shadow suddenly burst out of the rock.

The monk with the long knife on his back was stunned, but he didn't panic, his right palm was clawed, and the light blue water aura gathered into an ice edge and attacked the black shadow together.

"Click"

The black shadow was slashed by the palm and claw of the long-knife monk, and it actually sparked, and the ice edge behind it also stabbed the black shadow, but it all shattered.

The black shadow fell heavily downwards to unload the impact, and another black shadow suddenly emerged from the black shadow.

"Bell"

The black shadow in front of him fell to the ground with a loud sound like gold and iron, while the other black shadow had approached the side of the long-knife monk, almost face to face.

The long-knife monk only felt that the dark shadow in front of him was chaotic for a moment, and a pair of red eyes with murderous intent had already pressed in front of his eyes.

It was Ye Mingke who suddenly rushed out and approached him under the cover of the sword box.

The long-knife monk, who had thought he was cautious enough, still didn't even have a chance to pull out the long-knife behind his back.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

The sound of the fist was dense and loud, like the sound of firecrackers.

He only had time to parry and return a few punches, but the black shadow that had curled up in a ball and suddenly exploded had already thrown dozens of punches in a short instant, and the fist with a faint anger smashed through his blocking hands, smashed through his hastily condensed ice armor, and smashed him into a bloody flight backwards.

Ye Mingke, who landed on his feet, was stunned, and also vomited out a mouthful of blood, with broken ice chips in the blood.

Because although this Wheel Sea Realm monk only had time to return a few punches, the surging aura of the Wheel Sea Realm was not comparable to the Sutra Realm, and there was a huge cold qi that forced into his heart with those punches, but fortunately, at this time, his blood became as hot as fire again.

Ye Mingke rushed out again, wanting to kill the Wheel Sea Realm monk while he had not recovered from the heavy blow.

But his rushing figure suddenly twisted in midair, as countless thorns suddenly rose from the ground in front of him and below, extremely sharp.

And his violently rushed out body didn't have time to stop the momentum.