A wall suddenly popped up on the Jingjing grassland.

The demon hunting team thought that Wang Zimo was going to repeat his old tricks, and they stopped and stopped. All kinds of magic weapons soared into the sky, and some people wanted to escape from this wall, but found themselves in the quagmire at some point.

The little colored fish shook its head and tail in the air, shuttling back and forth between the monks.

A bald monk saw the head of the person in front of him suddenly fall, and just wanted to open his mouth to remind everyone, but suddenly found that his chest was cold, and before the breath that had been gasped back to his throat, he slipped out of the hole.

There was also a tall and thin girl with dark skin, who saw half of the face of the people around her turn to the back of her head, she exclaimed, and hurriedly urged the magic weapon to rush out of the quagmire, but found that the lower half of her body was left in the quagmire, and the heart, liver, lungs, and green intestines were torn off by her own magic weapon with her upper body, and she lost her life in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zimo's ten fingers can manipulate twenty small colored fish, but not every small colored fish can successfully harvest life.

Just one round.

More than half of the second group of demon slaying detachments were killed or wounded, and only 21 people could stand in the team of 48 people so far. They were terrified, and no one knew what kind of revenge they would face next.

Yes, revenge!

Murderers are always killed.

If you want to kill, you must first be prepared to be killed.

Therefore, some of them began to retreat, some of them sacrificed magic weapons, and even more panicked, summoning their natal divine beasts and directly presenting their weaknesses in front of everyone.

The prince did not want to kill, and sent the monks who had given up resistance out of the wall.

Those people regained their freedom and fled in all directions. Wang Zimo knew that no matter how difficult it was for them to achieve success in their cultivation, most of them would stop there, and some would even suffer from mental illness.

The murderer will always be killed!

Wang Zimo is already very merciful in doing this, isn't it?

With a way to live, some people began to follow suit, putting away their magic weapons and giving up resistance. Wang Zimo didn't mind, and sent them out with a wave of his hand.

Most of these people are between the five elements and the two stars to the four stars, and even if they are released, there are too many lice and they don't itch, and they can't have much impact on themselves.

On the contrary, those who were still resisting in the walls were basically in the Five Elements Perfection, and even if they gave up resistance, Wang Zimo would not let go.

Only the second batch has reached the consummation of the five elements, will there be monks of the Yin and Yang Great Realm among those who are behind?

"This little guy is interesting, he actually gave away the fish in his hand again!"

"The head that King Han wants, no one can keep it, and the color head that can be seen is nothing more than the flower to who's house!"

"It's just a hot potato, and those who really dare to sacrifice it to the King of Han in exchange for the city, except for the four major families who are good friends with the imperial court, no one wants to be directly enemies of the Lu family. But what I can't guess is what Tang Wang's attitude is now. After speaking, this person looked at the first speaker of Lao Dao, it was obvious that Lao Dao was the spokesperson of King Tang.

"King Tang's intentions, how can they be figured out by you!"

Lao Dao shook the dust lightly, neither humble nor arrogant, the two people around him stood in line with the King of Han, but they were not the four great families, and they did not dare to face the Lu family head-on, so they could only choose the opportunity to see if they could do it quietly and without anyone knowing.

On the south side of Fengming Pass, these three people stood with their hands in their hands, looking to the northwest from afar.

In the conversation, the prince is regarded as the head of the game, as if a keju is kicking around under everyone's feet, and the focus is on which door the keju is kicked under whose feet.

On the north side of Fengming Pass, there were more than two dozen other brightly dressed young people.

They came from the major families in Jingzhou and even the entire Jiuli, some knew each other, in twos and threes, and some hid behind the trees, quietly watching the prince silently cast spells. When the prince Mo Qian's donkey skills are exhausted, it will be time for them to appear.

No one knew that Wang Zimo was casting the "Divine Heavenly Formula".

And Wang Zimo is also practicing with them.

"Shen Tian Jue" not only has attack spells, but also exercises that complement them. At this time, Wang Zimo had only learned the spell, and his comprehension of the exercises had not yet been thoroughly understood.

The reason why he was able to use the Divine Heavenly Technique so skillfully was inseparable from the powerful spiritual sense that Dai Xiaomo had nourished him.

It turns out that the Taiyan Sutra is not completely performed with handprints, and spiritual sense can also be used! Wang Zimo showed a smile on his face, staring at the few people inside the city wall and lightly hooked his fingers.

The pond fish turned into a large toad, and the rest of the people were torn to pieces by the toad in a few rounds.

At this moment, a purple-gold shadow swept over the silent grassland, and he could not hide in the blazing sun, he swaggered over the wall, walked up and down the battlefield full of chaos, and actually stole more than thirty storage bags.

Without the support of the corresponding exercises, the "Divine Heavenly Formula" is very costly. Moreover, at this time, Wang Zimo had no time to meditate at all, so he could only hope that there was no suitable pill in these storage bags.

Wang Zimo put the twenty-one storage bags in his hand and turned them upside down, and swept his defiant gaze towards Feng Mingguan.

"Whew!"

On the north side of Fengming Pass, someone finally couldn't sit still.

A man with tiger face and leopard eyes jumped down from half a stone, raised his head and shouted in a Dongqu accent: "Grandma's, look how grandpa cleaned him up!"

With that, the man rushed down the hill with a pair of meteor hammers on his shoulder.

The iron chain with thick feet and necks was tied to a meteor hammer the size of a dozen catties of watermelons, and the man walked like a fly, and the iron chain hung down on his waist with a "whoosh" sound.

"Wu Xiu!"

The prince Mo hooked the corners of his lips to reveal a gimmick, the purple-gold high-folded neckline inlaid with fine silver threads covered the smile, and his hesitant gaze swept over the corpses in the wall again, there was not a single dantian in the Dao Pan, and suddenly remembered that in Jiuli, only the monks of the Yin and Yang Great Realm would shape the Dao Pan.

"It seems that next time I have to keep my mouth alive, so I can refine a few Yuan Qi beads!"

But I saw that the man rushed down from Fengming Pass, and there was a sound of his heels falling to the ground, and the ground shook and made a dull sound. He stood outside the wall, pouting his lips and twisting them half to the right, holding up a hollow that showed half of his black teeth.

"Boy, grandpa never kills unknown people, report your name!"

The man tilted his head to reveal half of his red face, his dumplings-sized ears trembled, and the iron chain in his hand was sent forward, and two meteor hammers "clanged", smashing a hole the size of a human head on the ground.

"I don't kill the nobody!"

Wang Zimo spread his hand calmly, leaned over the wall and stood lightly opposite the man.

"Grandpa, my name is ......"

Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, Wang Zimo exerted force on the soles of his feet, and instantly came behind the man, his left leg arched forward, his right leg stretched out, and Pingyou in his hand stabbed into the back of the man's heart with the help of the power of his waist turn.

"Click!"

The bloodthirsty magic knife cut off the spine, like a thirsty child, with incomparable joy, the tip of the knife blood groove directly sucked the man's back, and the barbs were stuck between the ribs, sucking the blood and making a "grunt" sound.

"But you're not even a nobody!"

The arrogant head was raised again, and the prince silently put away Pingyou and put it diagonally on his back, and directly put his eyes on the south side of Fengming Pass. He felt that there were strong energy fluctuations there, one in the sky and one in the ground compared to the north side.

"There is actually a cultivator of the Yin and Yang Great Realm! King Han, your face is not small!"

"Well, I forgot to keep my mouth alive again! But this reckless man shouldn't have much energy!"

When Wang Zimo put a pill of Pei Yuan Dan into his mouth, more than a dozen young people walked out from the north side of Fengming Pass one after another.

A man dressed in a white court robe walked at the front. He wore a dragon head inlaid with a gold sword around his waist, a silver gold silk fish pattern belt was tightly tied around his waist, his black hair was tied up and fixed with a jade crown, and his slender body was heroic and sassy, both in terms of clothing and temperament, he exuded an innate nobility.

"The Prince?"

Prince Mo, the prince of the Han Dynasty, not only saw it, but also killed it in Fengming City.

But the person in front of him is completely different from King Wenchang, and his gestures are not only noble, but also full of decisiveness.

This feeling can only be felt by people who have experienced life and death.

The prince bowed silently, and this kind of person, whether he was an enemy or a friend, deserved respect.

The man said only one name with the same courtesy, and then turned and left with the three young men behind him.

"Tang Yuxiao!"

"It turned out to be him! The third prince of King Tang!"

"Why didn't he kill the devil? Could it be that the king of Tang had already begun to prepare for the competition for the next emperor? The king of Han insisted on going his own way, which had already aroused the dissatisfaction of the courtiers, and the king of Tang ascended the throne, and the people wanted it!"

Wang Zimo pricked up his ears and listened to the two women chattering, and his eyes when he looked at Tang Yuxiao were full of fascination.

However, Wang Zimo's gaze fell on the three young people behind Tang Yuxiao, and the three energy fluctuations that were no less than the Yin and Yang Realm made Wang Zimo very jealous, but he felt that the three of them were still in the Five Elements Perfection.

Beyond the realm to exert their strength, they must have extraordinary royal exercises.

The Tang family is not an enemy, so what about the remaining thirteen people?