Isn't it too late to escape?" Xuan Qing saw that the yuan baby seemed to want to escape.

With a stomp on one foot, he stopped the infant monk.

Seeing that the Yuanying monk was only thirty-five or sixteen, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face was frivolous, when he first saw Xuanqing, his eyes flashed with a blurry and evil look, revealing a hot color, and it was not a good thing at first glance.

"Just the two of you, you also want to stop me, just see if the two of you have this ability, little lady, it's better for you to follow this seat, this seat is the Supreme Elder of Tianya Pavilion, and my grandfather is a god monk, you follow this seat, eat fragrant and drink spicy, and ensure that you advance all the way to the late Yuan Infant Great Monk, how about it?" The Yuanying Monk looked at Xuanqing with some obsession and promised.

"You have resources, and you haven't cultivated to the late Yuan Infant Great Cultivator, and you dare to think about this seat and look for death." Xuan Qing shouted coldly.

Immediately, the sleeve robe was raised.

The Five Elements Flying Sword flew out.

With the sword trick in Xuanqing's hand, he rose up.

The five-element flying sword flashed with colorful aura.

Five flying swords swept out, forming the momentum of the five elements, and in a flash, each turned into a monstrous giant sword of more than ten zhang in size, and slashed towards the mid-Yuan Infant monk.

Seeing that Xuanqing didn't say a word, the mid-Yuan infant monk directly sacrificed his natal magic weapon and attacked him.

And the power is not weak, after making himself feel palpitations, the frivolity on his face is gone.

Then, he grabbed the void with one hand.

The palms of the palms of blue and red and yellow flashed with a flash of inspiration.

A jade bracelet floated in the palm of the middle of the Yuan Infant's hand, flashing with three-color aura.

'Go'.

The jade bracelet that flashed with three-color spiritual light flew out.

The power emitted was the appearance that Xuan Qing had seen that the magic weapon ancient treasure in the past was several times more powerful.

"It's ..... , Lingbao, no, this is not Lingbao, this is an imitation Lingbao". Xuan Qing said with a smile on his face.

"It's that I underestimated you, but I actually knew about the existence of imitation spirit treasures." The eyes of the mid-infant monk flashed with a look of house discussion.

Originally, I thought that in the land of the Southern Regions, it was already a blessing to meet an extremely beautiful early Yuan Infant monk, but listening to the tone of this early Yuan Infant female cultivator, I am afraid that it is not a local Yuan Infant Monk in the Southern Regions, who should have traveled from the other three regions like me, and it was a foreign aid invited by this small sect.

Immediately, the mid-infant monk put away his contempt.

The three bracelets that floated above his head bit by bit in the void of his fingers.

A yellow light curtain fell, directly turning into a yellow light curtain.

This yellow light curtain was very condensed, and it actually followed Xuanqing's blow steadily.

And, with the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Monk's hands pinching the spiritual formula, he entered the spiritual recipe one after another, and submerged into the three Xuanyu bracelets.

'Buzz'.

Among the three jade bracelets, several red rays of light swept out.

Under the red glow, like an octopus, it grabbed Xuanqing with its claws.

Before the attack arrived, there was a burst of scorching air, and the blood in his body boiled, as if it was about to leak out.

After Xuan Qing saw this, his face changed wildly several times.

The nine-layer spiritual fire in the body directly drove away and calmed the blood surging in the body.

Then, the nine-layer spiritual fire gushed out, directly turning into a red and gold light curtain to protect Xuanqing's body.

On the other end, after the Qingjian real person pinched the sword trick with both hands.

From the flying sword, a cyan glow swept out, and directly cast the human sword as one, slashing towards the mid-Yuan Infant monk.

The sword cultivation in the Yuan infant stage is a combination of human swords and swords, which is extremely powerful.

However, the mid-infant monk only frowned slightly, and he was not flustered.

I saw that the mid-infant monk opened his mouth and squirted.

A mouthful of pure aura erupted and submerged into the three jade bracelets.

The cyan aura of the jade bracelet flashed down.

Swept out of it, wave after wave of cyan waves came out, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, as if to drown the green sword true monarch.

Subsequently, when the human sword of the blue sword real person was slashed away, wave after wave of resistance was huge, and after coming into contact with the middle stage of the Yuan Infant monk, the power was greatly reduced, and it was no longer possible to maintain the unity of the human sword.

Qingjian Zhenjun's face sank, and he stared at the mid-Yuan Infant monk with a flying sword in his hand.

On the other side, the nine-layer spiritual fire flew out and swept away towards the eight crimson rays of light.

I don't know what that crimson glow is, but it is on par with the nine-layer spiritual fire fight, and it is not to be outdone at all.

"I underestimated you then, but you still have a spiritual fire to protect yourself?" After the mid-Yuan Infant monk saw Xuanqing driving out the spiritual fire, his eyes were full of emotion, and he licked his lips and said.

Then, with a wave of one sleeve.

A black glow rolled out.

The speed was extremely fast towards Xuanqing.

By the time Xuanqing reacted, he was already trapped in a birdcage.

The birdcage only has eighteen black giant pillars, each of which is engraved with layers of silver-white spiritual light, slightly flickering white streamers, under the circulation, isolating the aura of heaven and earth from the outside world, and the aura in Xuanqing's body cannot be used, and the turtle shrinks in the dantian.

Xuan Qing's face was shocked, but he was not panicked in his heart.

"It's useless, you're trapped in a forbidden spirit cage, your aura is locked, and your divine sense can't drive you, like a trapped beast bird, you just go back to the Western Regions with me, ahaha" The mid-Yuan Infant monk laughed proudly.

"Yes, it's not that easy to catch me." Immediately, Xuanqing's shoulders shook.

The white light of his body lit up, and he shook forward with one hand.

Directly the forbidden spirit cage blasted away.

Countless fist shadows levitated, with the sound of breaking through the air.

The 'sonorous' sound smashed on the black giant pillar of the forbidden spirit cage at once.

After smashing a dozen times.

'Click'.

The forbidden spirit cage was directly shattered.

Xuanqing's figure rushed up, and his fists shook forward.

The big knife opened and closed and hammered towards the mid-infant monk.

All of a sudden, the yellow light curtain that the three Xuan bracelets turned into was clearly extinguished.

"You are still cultivating physically, and your physique cultivation has reached a certain level of cultivation." There was a look of shock in the eyes of the mid-infant monk.

The cultivation of this female cultivator in front of her seems to be chaotic and numerous, but the secret techniques of each cultivation are extremely powerful, I am afraid that the disciples of the other three domain major sects, or even the same as myself, may have the backing of the Divine Transformation Stage cultivators, otherwise, how can I not be afraid of the Divine Transformation Stage cultivators behind me?

For a while, the mid-infant monk had already had the idea of retreating.

Xuanqing knew the plan of the mid-infant monk.

Now that the two sides have already fought a fire, there is no need to keep their hands.

If you are not afraid of people stealing, you are afraid of people worrying.

What's more, looking at the person in front of him, he is thinking about this.

Immediately, Xuanqing's heart moved.

The silver beetle flew out.

The two wields flew, opening and closing the huge serrations, and the fierce god bit towards the mid-primordial infant monk.

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