The fire monkey was the most spiritual among the five types of Earth Yuan troops, and after being forced into a corner, the big fiery red eyes like a cloud showed a timid look, and the Tianzong struck while the iron was hot, and the six dragon whiskers couldn't stop whipping the palm-sized fire monkey.

Finally, the flames on his body were peeled off and cleaned up, and the fire monkey itself was transformed by flames, and when it lost its support, it naturally could not make waves, so it wilted, leaving only a bead as red as the size of a blood bean.

Tianzong picked up the fiery red beads and secretly hid them in the money bag containing silver taels.

The little old man Liu Longchi's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and when he saw such a small action from him, he knew that it was profitable, so he also actively and diligently "pulled out his sword to help".

This sword master even blasted the sword gang beside him, and the sword technique obviously took the fierce and majestic domineering road, although it was a line worse than the martial arts cultivation of the heavenly sect, but if he fought with his life recklessly, the martial arts genius might fall into the hands of an old martial artist who had experienced a hundred battles. Although those fire monkeys moved quickly, they could not withstand the overwhelming fierce knife bombardment, and they suffered heavy casualties in a moment. Tianzong, who was blatantly robbed to make a living, smiled and said, "Senior, aren't you afraid of eating too much and flashing your waist?"

Liu Longchi personally bent down and picked up beads that were not as big as red beans, and said confidently: "What are you afraid of? Old man, I was born with a large belly, and I have to pinch my age to live in the future, so naturally I can eat a full meal." Little brother, do you think that's the reason?"

Tianzong was so blocked that he almost vomited blood, and muttered: "In this world, don't let honest people live?"

Liu Longchi glanced at him, and the meaning was self-evident, if you kid are honest, where in the world are there shrewd people.

Sikong Shen stuffed the indigo-blue pot-bellied gourd into the gourd and reloaded it into his bag. The gourd was half filled with water, except for the mouthful swallowed by the little Jiao in Liu Chongming's sleeve, the rest of the water was packed into it.

The situation here has generally become a fixed pattern, the golden body and golden people melted into water, the gray and black mounds of soil crumbled one after another, the emerald green people were slaughtered clean, a puddle of clear water was loaded into the gourd, and the remaining hundred or so fire monkeys, under the rapid offensive of Liulongchi and Tianzong, were also in danger at the end of the strong crossbow.

Liu Chongming suddenly drew his knife out of the sheath, his face full of joy. It turned out that the clods of soil on the ground that were broken by Yi Liyi's boxing slowly squirmed, and merged with the gold and water on the ground to coexist and merge into one.

The golden water hung upside down from the cracks in the bricks, blending with the black and gray clods floating in the air, and the gold and black colors were disorderly and staggered, gradually revealing the prototype, which was a four-legged monster, with a lion body and sheep's whiskers, antlers on its head, and four hooves like oxen, which was actually a white ze. It's just that this Bai Ze is huge, like a small mountain, and his body is golden and black mixed with the gray and yellow color of the soil, like digging out gold ore from the soil that has not yet been washed clean, and it is far from the pure and clean Bai Ze spirit beast.

The fake Bai Ze turned its bulky head, and its eyes were not divided into white pupils, just a black gray and a pure gold. Although it didn't have much sense of intelligence, it could still feel the deep hostility of the black-knifed man in front of it.

Liu Chongming's five fingers are not tight or loose, this magic knife is usually heavy and sometimes light, sometimes the edge is restrained and blunt like a firewood knife, and sometimes it is extremely sharp to split gold and silver, but in this mountain, it has always maintained a sharp state, and even the backlash against the master has been reduced a lot. Especially after Liu Chongming had an epiphany about the Great Jiaojue, even the blade of the magic knife blade was much more condensed.

The jet-black narrow knife shook slightly, and a huge dragon flew out hideously, almost the same size as the fake Bai Ze the size of a small mountain, the knife was condensed like a substance, and the killing power was huge.

The dragon swam and entangled the body of the golden stone giant beast that was slightly hesitant, and the upper half of the body was wrapped around the neck of the four-legged giant beast, and the huge force exerted was constantly climbing, trying to forcibly squeeze the golden earth giant beast shaped like Bai Ze.

The fake Bai Ze, who was full of gold and black, picked it back with its long antlers, and the dragon was immediately picked off and fell to the ground, and the gold and earth giant beast took a step back and smashed the dragon's head heavily.

Liu Chongming didn't want to win the blow, so he didn't get discouraged in the slightest, but was more energetic and more graceful. The tip of the knife is beating, which is the spit in the mouth of a few small jiao, and the knife gang is used as a silk thread to weave a cohesive and condensed knife body.

The three-foot knife in his hand turned into a nine-foot giant blade, although it was not as thick and long as the two long knives that his father Liu Longchi had just turned into, and the sword intent in it was also significantly insufficient, but Liu Chongming took the path of heavy breath and light divine will to destroy. The black knife was nine feet long, but the blade had not grown too much or thicker, and it seemed that it could be easily broken with a little pressure. In fact, this is not the case, the sword qi in this is more sufficient and condensed than the sword qi of the willow dragon pool.

Liu Chongming swung his knife and slashed away, like an ignorant young man who didn't know advanced sword skills at all, relying only on the length of his own strength, and the only merit was just a sincere heart that waited for the blade in the opponent.

Da Keqing Liu Longchi's palm slowly rubbed the pale face that was destined to not grow a beard, and there were ripples in the depths of his eyes, and the Tianhu knife was pinned to his belt at will, trembling slightly and whispering. The old man's martial arts path in this life has gone very far, and when he was young, he opened up a precedent for crossing the border to kill the god fetus in the majestic weather, and he is the only strange master who cannot be guessed by common sense for thousands of years. Later, in order to repay the Hou Mansion's assistance, he once single-handedly killed two masters of the Transformation God Realm who had already given birth to a divine fetus in the Divine Sea on the battlefield, and the middle-aged swordsman only had a broken iron knife in his hand that killed his colleagues in battle, and at that time, his own realm had only climbed to the peak of the Treasure Body Sacred Realm, and he had not yet stepped into the Transformation God Realm, let alone the Divine Sea that could accumulate over time and store a little bit of breath indefinitely. Relying on the few great rivers of qi veins in the body, a majestic aura that is not inferior to the Divine Sea is derived.

That battle caused the twelve rivers of qi in the body of the middle-aged swordsman to collapse, and then he lay on the bed for a whole year without moving, and the loss of martial arts was almost no different from that of a wasted person, and it was also from that time that the middle-aged man's black hair was always gray and white, and he never grew a beard on his face, so it can be imagined that the body was hurt very much!

In the three years since the resumption of the operation, there has been no weather in his body, and he barely wields the iron knife in his hand, which also seems to be a nondescript joke. Because he occupied the position of the secretary of state at a young age, he was able to wander around the confidential privy institutions in his spare time, and was secretly scolded by the arrogant wolf cubs of the wolf Qi team as an old moth lying on the corpse on the merit book.

Until the birth of the concubine of Nanhua Houfu, Feng Xuan, the middle-aged Liu Longchi became the only guard beside the prince, and at that time, Liu Longchi stepped into the realm of transformation of the gods that he had always disdained, and forcibly spread and bred twelve Jiao seeds in the Shenhai, in an attempt to replace the twelve qi vein rivers in the body. In the subsequent battles with countless assassins, it was proved that this rugged path that seemed to be a demonic outer path, although it was dangerous and bumpy and difficult to progress, was terrifyingly deadly, and it was especially good at outnumbering the enemy and killing more with less.

Liu Chongming, who was now forcibly guided into the realm of Yipin Yuanying by the magic knife, chose a cultivation path that gave up his divine will and emphasized the atmosphere, although he only chiseled out the only great river of qi veins in his body, but he already had the demeanor of a father.

Liu Longchi didn't have much praise and satisfaction in his heart, but he saw the shadow of his youth, and naturally remembered his deceased wife.

The four-legged giant beast covered in black and gold was hard to resist the blade with its antlers, and the black soil was hard to sink gold, and the nine-foot blade in Liu Chongming's hand was not only unable to cut off the antlers, but was hit by a huge force, but the blade formed by the condensation of the knife gang was almost exploded. Liu Chongming laughed wildly, and a few small dragons in his sleeves, which were originally regarded as treasures, slammed open and were sucked into his nose. Liu Chongming slashed nine knives in a row, one knife was heavier than one knife, and the four-legged giant beast with infinite power was smashed to the ground on its front feet, and its huge head smashed into the ground, and the huge bricks that were as hard as iron and stone were torn apart, and the cracks in the Dao were thrilling.

After Tianzong finished packing up more than 100 fire monkeys, he put a bead the size of a bean into his money bag, and just happened to see this scene of the fairy's handwriting. Chanting: "Eye-opening!"

Yi Liyi then also settled the powerful black ash clods, but unfortunately the broken soil residues were absorbed by the four-legged giant beast, which was a bit of a suspicion of adding wings to the tiger. Fortunately, Yi Yayi did not stand by like everyone else, and used his fists and feet, and every attack would make the giant beast's whole body tremble.

Sikong God on the side didn't make a move after he had smashed the two golden figures and removed all the green men and subdued a puddle of clear water, just because he knew in his heart at the moment that these Earth Yuan soldiers were all candle end brilliant lights, and they were not destined to last long. It's just that the Great Sect Master of Sikong is not kind-hearted, compassionate, and compassionate to others, and he will not deliberately remind him.

Liu Chongming's appearance of squandering his own breath was quite like his father's style, and one after another a hundred dragons flew out from the black knife and pounced on the four-legged giant beast. The giant beast is entangled by countless dragons, and it is a thing that lacks wisdom, and only knows how to struggle brutally, so that it is entangled more and more tightly, and it is difficult to extricate itself. Liu Chongming and Yi Yayi added fuel to the fire, and one of them punched his fist like a drum, beating his back. One of them swung his sword like a felling tree and struck him the head. If it was a living creature, it would be an ancient demon beast, and it would have to have its head burst and its spine broken and die.

The fake Bai Ze Giant Beast with a black and gold body was extremely resistant to beating, and even though it was suppressed and had no power to resist, there was still not the slightest scar or crack on its body. Liu Chongming uses this thing as a whetstone, intending to open up the breath river in his body, so he doesn't care about consuming too much qi, after all, throwing bricks and leading jade to open a canal to build a river to block things, if he is not willing to work hard at this moment, the color of the jade attracted will be deviated, and the river can only be reduced to a narrow ditch, and it is difficult to achieve a magnificent landscape.

Although Yi Yayi's limbs are healthy, he is not a dull person, and he has already gotten some clues from the few hidden eyes of Tianzong looking at Sikong Shen, and the reason why he uses his own kung fu is simply to move his muscles and bones, and he has not shed half a drop of sweat from beginning to end. There is still a huge potential for his body to be unleashed, and the amazing physique on display now is really the result of Yi Yayi's efforts to hide his strength.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the four-legged giant beast that was continuously slashed and beaten by the two of them exhausted the last breath of Bai Ze's breath, and its body fell apart, turning into black soil and gold water all over the ground, staining each other.

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Fire Monkey: Do you think about my feelings about killing monsters and picking up treasures?