Knowing that he was being targeted, this ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jindan directly shot out his natal flying sword, the pitch-black small sword.

The pitch-black sword is like a small black line, hidden in the night and quietly attacking the night wilderness, the night wilderness who has gone crazy will not care about this small thing, but after all, this is from the hands of the late Jindan monks, and the powerful aura emitted by the pitch-black small sword still allows the night wilderness to instinctively counterattack.

The front hooves were raised, and one foot stepped down, looking at the giant hoof, the ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jindan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and sure enough, this kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

With a steady foot, he stepped on the pitch-black sword, and with a bang, there was an earth-shattering sound where the huge hoof fell, and countless cracks cracked out on the earth, and the face of the ghost-faced monk hidden under the mask in the late stage of Jindan suddenly turned white, and with a whoop, a mouthful of blood in the air.

The night desolation didn't give him a chance to breathe, and directly rushed towards the ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jindan, revealing that the small black sword that had been stepped on before had been torn apart, turning into countless fragments and scattered on the ground.

Everyone was shocked, especially Liu Jingshui, he relied on the top-level magic weapon Buddha Demon Spirit Bead before, and there was no way to still hold the pitch-black small sword with all his strength, and he couldn't even make some cracks, although there was a reason for the gap in cultivation, but this night desolation didn't rely on any magic weapon, and directly stepped on the pitch-black little sword into pieces with one kick, and the gap between the two here is self-evident.

At least, it can already be seen from this that he, Liu Jingshui, is not the opponent of this night famine, and this mission will inevitably fail, of course, if the ** summoned by the head can deal with this mutant star-eyed pig, it will be another matter.

No matter what, the safety of the head of the sect is the most important, Liu Jingshui directly moved his body to Wei Xing and the others, so that everyone was under the protection of the Holy Buddha.

At this moment, the ghost-faced monk of the late stage of Jindan who was fighting in the night desolation let out a terrible scream, and when Wei Xing and the others heard the voice, they saw that one of the right hand of the ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jin Dan had been torn off by the night desolation, and the pain made him let out a terrible scream, even if there was a mask to cover it, Wei Xing and the others could also imagine the painful and distorted face under the golden demon mask.

As for his two companions, they had already run away, and had already abandoned him and fled.

"Whoa, whoa. There was a chewing sound from Yehuang's mouth, and one hand was quickly swallowed by it, and looking at its size, he knew that such a little meat was not enough for him to stuff between his teeth.

But it didn't continue to talk to the ghost-faced monk named Jindan late stage at this time, but ran on all fours, catching up with the two people who fled at a speed that did not match its size, the green eyes stared at them, and the saliva in their mouths kept flowing, and the two of them felt cold in their hearts, knowing that the night famine would not let them escape, the two ghost-faced monks in the middle of Jindan looked at each other and nodded.

"Fire Cloud Nine Palms!"

"Arashi Blade!"

The Huoyun Nine Palms that Liu Jingshui had taken over were once again unleashed by the ghost-faced monk, and at this time he was already fighting desperately, and he couldn't care about anything. The entire nine flame giant palms, like the waves on the sea, wave after wave, the entire nine palms slammed straight towards the night desolation.

The other person's move was not weak at all, a huge cyan wind blade was condensed from his hand and slashed towards the night desolation, and everything that touched this cyan wind blade on the way, no matter what it was, was cut in half.

Xiao Lie, the Fire Cloud Sect Master in the distance, saw the Fire Cloud Nine Folded Palm being unleashed from the hand of the Golden Ghost Mask Cultivator who made him feel a little familiar inexplicably, and immediately recognized his identity, and was shocked, and said in a lost voice: "Senior brother!"

Hearing this, the golden ghost-faced monk who cast the Nine Palms of Fire Cloud trembled slightly, but he didn't speak, but he just worked harder to instill mana into the divine power in his hand.

Night Desolation is indeed crazy, but this does not mean that he will only fight savagely with his instincts, but rather, when he is crazy, it is when he is the strongest, at this time, his various abilities will not only be increased because of the rage, but also the five senses will become more acute, especially a body of combat experience, which is completely used.

Just like the previous kick on the pitch-black little sword of the ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jindan, it was that kick, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Because of this, it will be so easy for the night famine to take him, both of them are in the late stage of Jindan, and their cultivation realm is the same, but because the magic weapon of the ghost-faced monk was destroyed at this time, his mind was traumatized, and the night famine took advantage of the victory to pursue, which brought everyone the feeling that they were not opponents, and greatly reduced the battle of everyone present against the night famine**.

And these are not only the wisdom of the night famine, but also the instinct of the night famine, yes, the night famine after the berserk, all this has been fused into his instinct, whether it is resourcefulness or fighting, all aspects are for one goal, that is, to eat! It is hungry, so hungry that it is like there are a hundred needles in its stomach that are constantly piercing its soft flesh walls, and it is like a hundred hammers are constantly beating.

In the face of this huge and seemingly powerful Fire Cloud Nine Palms and Lan Blades, Ye Huang didn't pay attention to them at all, a pair of starry eyes that had turned dark green flashed, as if he had launched some magical powers, and the Nine Fire Cloud Palms suddenly appeared in the air, bang, and turned into countless small flames that burst open and disappeared.

The cyan wind blade also had the same fate, as if it had been hit by the immobilization technique, it paused in the air, and then exploded, turning into countless tiny wind blades, cutting small openings on the ground.

Seeing that these two people were so vulnerable, everyone's hearts were tight, because after the night desolation finished cleaning up these two golden ghost-faced monks, the next target would be them. At this time, including the ghost-faced monk of the late stage of Jindan who had just recovered from the pain of a broken arm, everyone looked at Wei Xing and the one-armed young man Su Yi beside Wei Xing.

Before they laid the ambush, they had carefully investigated Wei Xing and the others, and Wei Xing had no cover-up, so the information of the people around them was relatively easy to check, and the information of the one-armed young man Su Yi was naturally known to them.

As a young man whose relatives died tragically under the mouth of the Night Wilderness, and who spent his life avenging his father for killing the Night Wilderness, there is no one here who knows the Night Wilderness better than him, and the current situation is exactly what is needed to greatly improve his chances of survival.

"Master Wei, as the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, I am willing to guarantee with my life, as long as Master Wei helps me survive this catastrophe this time, I promise that the ghost-faced monk will not come to trouble Master Wei in the future, and even if I owe you a favor, you can ask me to help you do things in the future." The golden-faced monk, who had also become one-armed, said.

As the leader, Yi Yan stepped forward, hugged his fists and said: "Master Wei, the grievances and grievances between us in the past all stem from the greed of our five major sects, and it is our fault, I know that no matter how I apologize, no matter what I promise, I will not believe it." ”

"However, you have also seen the strength of this night famine, and the monks in the late stage of Jindan are not their enemies. After speaking, Yi Yan looked at the one-armed golden ghost-faced monk with disdain, and his eyes widened in anger.

Yi Yan then said: "The monks in the late stage of Jindan are not opponents, it can be seen how strong the strength of the night famine is, at this time we should join forces, instead of continuing to fight, only if we work together and work together, can we find a glimmer of life in this crisis." After the war, our five major sects will definitely evacuate Vientiane Mountain, return the mountain gate to the head of Wei, and will also return all the heavenly treasures that have been 'kept' for the head of Wei during this time. ”

Yi Yan's words were sincere and emotional, coercive and tempting, but they were very reasonable. The other four of the five major sects also nodded desperately, muttering in their hearts, this Yi master usually cherishes words like gold, and speaks so coldly, I didn't expect to be so eloquent.

"Master, we can't trust them, people like them are definitely smiling tigers, they can't believe what they say, and they can't say that they are already thinking in their hearts about how to do it to us after getting through this crisis. Liu Jingshui looked angry, staring at this group of people who were still looking at people before, surrounding them, and wanting to kill them.

At this moment, they all put on a look of regret for what they had done before, they all said words begging for forgiveness, and they all made promises about how to make amends in the future.

It's unbearable, hypocritical!

The more Liu Jingshui looked at it, the more disgusting he felt.

"Xiaoyou, you are misunderstanding, business is business, we are doing the transaction with sincerity at the moment, which is of great interest to both of us, and can bring a win-win outcome, but we can't be rash." Yi Yan explained.

If it weren't for Weixing's young age, he was worried that he would be easily swayed by Liu Jingshui's remarks, otherwise how could he have said so much?

"Look! Secret Realm Entrance!" Just when everyone was still negotiating, Su Yi shouted, only to see a skeleton dog with a particularly large mouth appear nearby, and there was a hole in the ground where it appeared, which seemed to be drilled out of the ground.

Wei Xing and the others suddenly realized, no wonder they couldn't find it after looking for it, it turned out that this entrance was hiding underground.

The golden ghost-faced monk in the late stage of Jindan was a knowledgeable person, and as soon as he heard Su Yi say about the entrance to the secret realm, he immediately guessed what this big-mouthed skeleton dog was, and the mana in his body agitated, "Die!"