Jiang Tong was angry, at this critical moment of life and death, there were still people who had a mid-level spirit stone, did they really not know that after the formation was broken, everyone would be killed?

"Is that so, we can also take an extra spirit stone...... "The white-haired monk asked with some fear.

Jiang Tong glanced at him, this person was the apprentice of the second disciple of Qingle Zhenren, at this time he was over one hundred and thirty years old, and he was only seventy years old before he could break through the foundation building period, and the potential in his body was exhausted, and he had only reached the middle stage of foundation building, not to mention Jindan Avenue, it was difficult to reach even the late stage of foundation building, and he was still delusional about asking for spirit stones......

Don't blame Jiang Tong, he really hasn't suffered without spirit stones, and he doesn't know that these people are counting spirit stones to improve their cultivation. Don't look at the fact that there are only two or three mid-level spirit stones, this is also something that has been saved with hard work.

Jiang Tong snorted coldly, "Each of the three of you will give one more spirit stone. ”

The three of them smiled.

Suddenly, there was a scream outside.

I saw a human figure suddenly appear behind Brother Jindan, and the dagger in his hand was fiercely inserted into the back of Brother Jindan's heart, and with a stroke, Brother Jindan's back was slashed, and blood was dripping and falling from the sky.

The blood slammed down on the earth, soaked into the ground, and moistened all things. The blood of the Jindan monks is cherished, containing great energy, which can nourish medicinal herbs, and some evil cultivators will hunt and kill the Jindan monks and cultivate anti-heaven medicinal herbs.

"Ahh

Jiang Ping made a sneak attack, turned around and stepped out, now his strength is not weak, and it is not a good thing to resist a Jindan real person at close range. He dodged away, a black dagger in his hand, nameless.

"Uncle Jing, he has been poisoned by my rotten incense, as long as he is entangled and the poison attacks, he will not be far from death!" Jiang Ping's divine sense transmitted to Jing Chuyan.

Jing Chuyan's eyes lit up, "Rotten incense?

She urged the hairpin to attack frequently, so that the Jindan monk did not dare to flee and did not dare not take it.

The poisonous gas in the body of the Jindan monk ran wildly, the poisonous gas surged, and his face was shocked, "What kind of poison is this, how can it be so powerful! The old mana's mana can't seal it! There seems to be some orchid fragrance, could it be that it is rotten incense poison?"

He suppressed the poisonous gas in one breath, while urging the two round white bone knives to resist the attack of the hosta, but found that every time he urged the white bone knife, the poisonous gas in his body approached one point, just a short stick of incense, he could attack the heart with poisonous gas, and the vitality in his body was devoured, even if he was a Jindan monk, it was difficult to survive.

He panicked, didn't dare to fight anymore, and made an illusion of a fierce attack, while flying out.

Jing Chuyan had already expected that the poison of rotten incense, even if the Jindan monk forced it out with all his might, it would be more difficult, not to mention that she was desperate with people now, she said early in the morning that this old monk was pretending to attack, and she was reluctant to attack.

Jiang Ping had expected it, suddenly stepped out, disappeared in front of him, and when he reappeared, he had reached the old monk's side, and a black projectile in his hand was thrown out, and then exploded in front of the old monk, Rao is old monk dodged fast enough, but he was still injured and fled with blood.

It's not that the injured old Taoist priest is not as good as the Zhuji Demon Beast, but Jiang Ping's thunder and fire beads thrown out under the blessing of shrinking the ground into inches, and the old Taoist priest couldn't react and was blown up.

The old monk's face turned red, and he violently shook the meridians, flesh, and all the organs in his body, including internal organs, and threw them and toxins out of his body from the opening in his back.

Jiang Ping was dumbfounded, "There is still this kind of operation?"

Jing Chuyan said: "This old Taoist priest sees the opportunity at the right time, it is his only way to survive, although it will take him half of his life to repair his body later, but it is better than losing his life now." When you reach the Jindan realm, even if you sneak attack his head just now, as long as its primordial soul spirit still exists, it will be difficult to die!"

The old man of Jindan instantly stimulated his physical potential and escaped for dozens of miles.

Jiang Ping nodded, took another step, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of the old monk.

The old monk stopped running away.

There is Jiang Ping in front, and there is a female cultivator who is not weaker than him in the back, he only has a chance to escape if he kills one person, although in front of him is a late stage of foundation building, but it is this person who attacked him behind him just now, he does not dare to look down on this foundation building monk.

At this time, within the formation of Qingle Palace, all the monks looked at each other, and the white-bearded old man couldn't help but ask, "Was it Senior Brother Jiang just now?"

The Zhuji monk next to him still didn't believe it, "It's not like it, how could Senior Brother Jiang Ping sneak attack a Jindan real person! ”

Jiang Tong laughed and stood up, "Isn't it my Senior Brother Jiang Ping, who is it!, do you think his strength is as weak as ours?"

"Is it really Senior Brother Jiang?"

"Yes, the other party is an existence of the same level as the ancestor, how can he be successfully attacked by a late-stage foundation building monk?

......

In the formation, seven or eight foundation-building monks were in a mess, and they still didn't believe it. Jiang Ping's sneak attack was successful just now, the old man Jin Dan fled, and Jiang Ping chased after Jing Chuyan together, which was a matter of a few breaths. All the monks were cross-legged to recover their mana, how could they really pay attention to what was happening in the air.

They looked outside the formation, only to see the Zhuji monks attacking the formation outside the formation looking at each other, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

One of them had a beard all over his face, not like a foundation building monk, but like a mountain bandit robbing the road in the mortal world. He suddenly asked, "Has the ancestor of Shicai Jin Qi been attacked by someone?"

A small foundation building monk beside him narrowed two small eyeballs and said, "It seems that yes, that person is very similar to Jiang Ping, the eldest disciple of Wang Ming in the intelligence, he is in the late stage of foundation building." ”

"The sneak attack on Jin Qi Ancestor in the later stage of foundation building?" The bearded man was stunned, the little monk rolled his eyes, and quietly transmitted: "It seems that the ancestor is injured a lot, in case the female Jin Dan turns back, we foundation building monks are not enough to cut it down!"

The bearded man hesitated for a moment, and looked at the other monks, who were also blindsided, "The people of Qingle Palace are not dead, according to the regulations, we can't withdraw from Qingle Palace, in case we leave our posts without permission and are discovered, we will all be executed!"

"But if it's really Jin Qi Ancestor who is killed, are we all here waiting for death?" another white-clothed monk, holding a long sword, said coldly.

No one wants to die, especially if they have reached the foundation building period or even the late stage of foundation building, and they are already qualified to touch the Jindan level, they are dead at this time, and all their previous efforts are in vain.

"Run!" said the little monk, but was slapped on the back of the head by the bearded man.

"What are you going to escape, we are a strategic transfer! Qingle Palace can't be broken for a while, it's a waste of time to get entangled here, we have to be flexible to hunt down and kill other Qingshimen monks, and when the killing is almost done, it's not too late to come back and kill the little cubs of Qingle Palace." ”

The little man hurriedly gave a thumbs up, "Yes, yes, we are a strategic transfer, this place is hundreds of miles away from Qingshimen Bagong Mountain, let's go there, I heard that Uncle Ziyu is encircling and suppressing tilapia who has just been promoted to Jindan, we just need to help Uncle Ziyu destroy Bagong Mountain, then someone will help us speak." ”

When the bearded man heard this, he was justified, and beckoned all the monks to fly to Bagong Mountain together, not wanting to stop at Qingle Palace at all.

"Escaped?"

Jiang Tong watched the white-clothed and multicolored monks outside fly towards the northeast, and was stunned for a moment, waiting to confirm that they had all flown away, and then let go of his hanging heart. Seeing the hopeful appearance of the old man and the other two monks who had just come out of the spirit stone, he glared, he didn't return the spirit stone, who knows if he would turn it back again.

Qingle Palace can be regarded as calm, but in the high altitude dozens of miles away from here, Jiang Ping and Jing Chuyan sandwiched Jin Qi Ancestor in it, and Jin Qi Ancestor was still bleeding from his back, which was not good for him for a long time.

But he was extremely embarrassed at this time, his divine sense swept out, but he didn't find the real person of Jindan on his side, the initial divine sense of Jindan was only thirty-six miles, and it was impossible to find a real person hundreds of miles away.

"Ziyu, that kid is in Bagong Mountain, it seems that he has to use a transmission note. Jin Qi Ancestor secretly took out a transmission note from the storage bag, and instantly activated the transmission note.

Jing Chuyan looked picked, and a finger-long short blade flew out in her hand, passing by the transmission note, but did not hit. She glanced at Jiang Ping with a hesitant expression, according to Jiang Ping's style, she was definitely capable of intercepting the transmission note, but why didn't Jiang Ping move.

Jiang Ping smiled slightly, and his divine sense transmitted: "The two of us can kill him in a cup of tea, and when the people he summoned come here, we can just set a trap and kill another one." ”

"Kill another one?" Jing Chuyan's expression was slightly red, killing Jin Dan Zhenren, she was in the early stage of Jin Dan, this is something that I never dared to think of.