Another distracted monk, the male and female dialects can't be distinguished, but the unique breath of the distracted monk, the dialect immediately perceived, is the distraction monk gathering today, the dialect was slandered in his heart, and he didn't know how difficult it was to see a distracted monk, but he was good, and he provoked so many distracted monks for no reason, I don't know if it was luck or bad luck.

Ghost Yinzi originally thought that he was distracted by his divine sense, even if it was a wisp, for a mere Yuanying monk, it was not nine out of ten, but he unexpectedly miscalculated, the condensation of the divine soul of the dialect far exceeded that of the ordinary Yuanying late stage monks, and a careless move was to let other distracted monks see through it, and they joined forces to wipe out their wisps of divine consciousness.

The ghost yin who was forced to be in shape laughed a few times, and then his body shook, and a large black mist suddenly appeared in the originally clear starry sky, completely enveloping the surroundings.

In an instant, there was a black fog around him, and Fang Yan's gaze could only see less than a foot in front of him, and as soon as his divine sense probed, he sensed the terrifying corrosive power of this black fog, and quickly retracted it.

"It's not good, the ghost yin is actually a distraction mid-stage cultivation? This is a ghost mist that covers the sky, and even the distraction divine consciousness can invade. ”

"Don't say anything else, I want to take that kid in my hands. ”

"The ghost yin is tired of looking for death, do you think that you can do whatever you want in the middle of distraction, he actually dares to offend so many distracted fellow gods. ”

"If he really has a chance to get the Scattered Immortal Inheritance in his hands, even if he offends his peers, who will mention today's matter again when he is promoted to the realm in the future. ”

In an instant, the chaotic voices of the distracted monks came from the ears of the dialect, but the dialect had no way to move a single bit, and he was originally locked by several breaths, and suddenly found that the breath that locked himself was a little more violent, before, several distracted monks were still scrupling with each other, for fear that others would find an opportunity when they started, but now the dark fog suddenly appeared, but they couldn't take care of it anymore.

The ghost yin must not be allowed to succeed, and all the distracted great monks came up with the same idea.

"A thousand illusions are separated from each other. A phantom brilliance flickered, and the two Thousand Illusion Sect distracted monks had already stood together for some time, and there was a ball of brilliance floating in the hands of the Floating Illusion Fairy, exuding a colorful and brilliant blurred aura, and the sky-covering ghost fog around them receded dozens of feet, and a thin veil in the hands of the Morning Ming Daoist flickered in it, and in an instant, it was covered up in the center.

On the other side, three shocking rays of light appeared, and the three distracted great monks of Haoran Sect had a long sword in their hands, flying up and down, a dignified and upright aura gushed out, it was the Haoran Sect's Zhenzong Gong Fa Haoqi Eternal Secret, the three rays of light spread out in all directions, and everywhere they went, the ghost fog that covered the sky all dissipated, and they also stretched out towards the dialect in the center.

After the distraction ancestor of the Thousand Illusion Sect Haoran Sect discovered the cultivation of the middle stage of the distraction of the ghost yinzi, they all chose to join forces to deal with it, there was no way, although they were also distracted great cultivators, they were all in the early stage of distraction, and they were one level apart, and it was difficult to resist the ubiquitous ghost fog around them if they didn't join forces, not to mention the dialect that coveted the center.

Everyone else had already made a move, and the three monks of Hengyue Sect were not lagging behind.

The giant axe behind the mountain Qiao Daoist had already been waved in his hand, and as he waved it with both hands, a majestic, as if opening the world, slashed down towards the surroundings, and instantly cleared the surroundings, revealing the figures of three people.

The folding fan in the hand of the calligrapher disappeared at some point, but at this moment, he was holding a magic weapon in the shape of a book, and shouted loudly: "Detention." Suddenly, a bright spot suddenly appeared from the book in his hand, and as it continued to grow larger, it could be seen that it was a large ancient character 'detention', and in an instant, this big character suddenly flashed out, turning into a soul-locking rope-like existence, and shot towards the dialect that revealed its figure.

Only Jun Jue still had a cold expression, just protecting a few Yuan Ying juniors behind him, his eyes were shining with an imperceptible light, and suddenly, the essence flashed, and a domineering Jedi aura slashed down towards the most central dialect: "Ghost Yinzi, leave it for me." ”

"Ah, Jun Jue, you are not close to the middle stage of distraction, but you have already broken through. The thin ghost yin who suddenly flashed on Fang Yan's side suddenly shouted, and the boundless black mist disappeared in an instant, all gathered in front of him, forming a ghost mist shield, facing the sword that Jun Jue had slashed down, and he didn't care about taking away the Fang Yan that was close at hand.

Jun Jue's bombardment was not only aimed at the Ghost Yin Zi, several distraction great cultivators of the Thousand Illusion Sect and Haoran Sect also sensed the aura that was blasting towards them, and they also recognized that this was another mid-stage distraction attack.

"Hmph, are you so arrogant in the middle of the distraction, just a breath is going to let us go?" These monks all had similar thoughts in their hearts, and each of them had a little strength to resist the breath of the killing, and at the same time, the movements towards the dialect were non-stop, and only by taking the dialect into his hands was the most important thing.

In the middle stage of distraction, the strength of cultivation is naturally much higher than that of the early stage of the lower gods, that is, with one enemy and two, and with one enemy and three, it is also a sure victory, but with one enemy and six, there is also a ghost yin who is also in the middle stage of distraction, I have to say that Jun Jue is very arrogant this time.

In the whole situation, the only thing that there is no way is to stand in the center of the dialect, from the appearance of the ghost yin, to the ghost fog, and then to the dissipation of the ghost fog, before and after less than a moment, the dialect only noticed that there were suddenly several more mana shackles on his body, if it were not for his own spirit armor protection, the body was still passable, and the pressure of these breaths was enough to make a Yuan Infant Monk die.

Fang Yan is clear, his life and death are not put on the hearts of these distracted monks at all, the reason why he was able to be safe and sound before was that there were scruples among several distracted monks, and several sneak attacks of Hengyue Sect were fruitless, and there was originally a trace of balance, but when the ghost yin suddenly acted out of common sense, it disturbed the already fragile balance.

Fang Yan can only work hard to urge his full potential and protect himself firmly, peach miasma armor, several layers of spirit armor, plus the black and white Taiji fish diagram condensed by the flawless jade chess pieces, only by surviving can he talk about other things.

At the same time, the fire on Fang Yan's body is shining, and at this moment, he can't care about letting the fire spirit take care of the blood vine in the Danling jade, if he falls, it will have nothing to do with him if he tosses the blood vine rose, if he doesn't die, he may not be able to clean it up now, not to mention the distraction of the great monk fight, the victory and defeat are in the few breaths, and it will not drag on for too long.

It's just that the power of the distraction monk far exceeds Fang Yan's expectations, although he has seen the distraction monk many times, and he has also seen the means of Cang Daohe, but it is the first time he has seen the battle on his side, and the several layers of spirit armor arranged by Fang Yan will shatter when they crackle, and the flawless jade chess pieces are no exception.

Fortunately, as Fang Yan expected, the distracted great monk made a move, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost mist shield in front of the ghost yin was blasted away with a bang, and it reappeared into a cloud of black mist around him, and several monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect Haoran Sect also stopped rushing towards the dialect, they all underestimated Jun Jue's strength, it was a breath, and it seemed that they also needed to resist with all their strength.

The three monks of Hengyue Sect had the absolute upper hand, and at this moment, the chain of the calligrapher had already reached the side of the dialect, and the Shanqiao Daoist was holding a giant axe and staring at the other people, and the slightest movement was about to be chopped down by the giant axe.

Jun Jue Daoren's expression was still calm, as if all this had been expected by him, but Shi Yue behind him saw that Fang Yan was actually safe and sound under the aura of the distracted great cultivators, but he only shattered a few layers of spirit armor shields, which made him a little surprised.

Just when several monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect and Haoran Sect showed disappointment, thinking that the matter was over and the dialect was about to fall into the hands of the calligraphers of the Hengyue Sect, the ghost yin who had just blocked Jun Jue's bombardment suddenly smiled yin.

Suddenly, another breath flashed out from his side, and it slammed towards the calligrapher, and at the same time, another breath went towards the dialect.

"Crane Bailing? is actually in the middle of distraction?"

This time, even Jun Jue Dao changed his expression, Crane Bailing is distraction is in the middle stage, it is nothing, Jun Jue is confident that he really wants to do it, and he has an absolute advantage.

Now they are joining forces with the ghost yinzi, and the two mid-stage distraction monks are standing in the closest place to the dialect, so they are in the most advantageous position, this is not a matter of fighting at all, as long as they take the dialect in their hands, the two distraction mid-stage monks want to escape, and everyone else can't stop them together.

Sure enough, He Bailing did not hesitate at all, and slapped it towards Fang Yan with one palm, but it seemed that he was going to be killed with one palm, and by the way, Fang Yan was taken away, for him, what difference does it make if Fang Yan is dead or alive.

"Crane Bailing dare. Jun Jue shouted, and a sword slashed forward, and the void seemed to be torn apart, but this bombardment used Jun Jue's greatest power.

Seeing such a scene, the look in the eyes of the ghost yin changed, and they were both distracted mid-stage cultivators, but the strength that Jun Jue revealed was far above his estimate, and he shouted loudly: "Crane Daoyou, fight quickly." ”

It's just that things are so easy, distracted monks, which one of them came out of idle food, as soon as the pressure of the monarch disappeared, the five distraction great monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect Haoran Sect immediately reacted, although they were all in the early stage of distraction, not as good as these three in the middle stage of distraction, but under the combined force, they were not the same, and they bombarded towards the center.

The giant axe in the hands of the Shanqiao Daoist on the other side also slashed down, and the two big characters 'sleepy' and 'kill' appeared in dozens of scrolls in the hands of the calligrapher, together with the word 'detention' that was previously slapped open by Crane Bailing, shrouded towards the center.

No one paid the slightest attention to the life and death of the dialect, and in an instant, all kinds of breaths flocked to the dialect in the entanglement and struggle.

How can a mid-primordial monk resist the bombardment of the distracted great monk, not only the full bombardment of the distracted great monk, but also the joint efforts of several distracted great monks.

Fang Yan only sensed that a few breaths were being used towards him, and the irresistible power flashed, and finally the two layers of spirit armor cracked apart twice, and the killing aura of the distracted great monk fell into Fang Yan's body and even his soul.

At the moment when Fang Yan thought that he was about to fall, the Qiankun pot in his body seemed to be aware of the state of Fang Yan, and the five elements of spiritual energy in the portal suddenly gushed out, circulating along the meridians of Fang Yan, as if to resist the threat that had come for Fang Yan.

The Qiankun pot itself usually treats it as a storage magic weapon, although there are many more mysteries than ordinary storage magic weapons, but the dialect does not have much way to urge, the previous time it automatically ran to restore the dialect's nearly damaged body, and then the dialect has been trying to urge the five elements of aura to run automatically, but it can't do it anyway.

If there was such a movement in the Qiankun pot in normal times, the dialect would naturally be very excited, but now the dialect is not happy.

Even the Qiankun pot is mysterious and abnormal, and it is not as fast as the destruction speed of the above Yan at the moment, and all kinds of chaotic breath invade the body of the dialect, that is, he has always been proud of it, and he has cultivated the Sanskrit Technique to the peak of the third layer, and he can't resist the destruction of the body of the distracted monk, and in just an instant, the body of the dialect has cracked countless openings, and the bright red blood has stained the dialect into a bloody person.

At this moment, time seemed to stop all of a sudden, all the distracted monks were stunned, and they stopped their movements one after another, and suddenly, in the middle of the field, a breath of will rose from the middle of the Yuan Infant Monk, which they had long ignored. In an instant, many of the breaths imposed on the dialect were bounced away.

"Huh, what is this?"

None of the distracted monks were well-informed, and what would make them a little suspicious, but at this moment, all the distraction monks all showed a look of horror.

Even the distracted Great Monk felt irresistible in the face of this sudden appearance of will, beyond the existence of distraction, but this will firmly protected the Yuan Infant Little Monk in it.

Fang Yan also looked at his right hand in horror, and in his hand was the jade pendant that had not been put away after taking it out before, and that will came out of this jade pendant.

Yangming Dao people noticed this scene, and they couldn't wait to chop off their hands, before Fang Yan took out this jade pendant to give it to him, and was scolded back by him, and now all the distracted monks also saw that this jade pendant was the target that they and others were chasing hard, and the key to the inheritance of scattered immortals.

So this will that just appeared is the will of the scattered immortals? What level of such a powerful will is left by the scattered immortals, this thought appeared in everyone's hearts, and a light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

If the master of this will appeared, these distracted great monks would naturally not say a word and immediately flee, but now it is just a will, and no matter how strong the master is, he will not be able to deter this group of distracted great monks who will shock a large number of people if they stomp on the cultivation realm.

Everyone knows that although they don't know why this will appear, maybe it is because of the bombardment of many of his monks, so that he realizes that the existing jade pendant is threatened, or for other reasons, but this will will definitely not last forever, even if he gets the jade pendant, he will definitely have to wear down or even refine this will before he can obtain the true inheritance.

The distracted monks all stopped moving, and their divine consciousness only locked on the dialect wrapped in the will, and when the will dissipated, they were about to step forward and snatch it.

It's not the first time that Fang Yan has encountered this kind of thing, he has encountered a similar existence when he was practicing the Cold Mountain Order, and compared to the will in front of him, the will contained in the Cold Mountain Order at the beginning was much weaker.

At this moment, Fang Yan didn't care about the distraction monks around him, and at the moment when this will appeared, he invaded towards the sea of dialect knowledge, where was the distraction of the Great Monk who was guarding the dialect in his eyes, and he was simply killing the soul of the dialect.

The frightened dialect wants to mobilize all means to resist, but where is the way, even the distracted monk has to be afraid of the will of the very strong, the dialect is just a minor monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant, not even an ant.

At this moment, Fang Yan didn't say anything else, even his body was difficult to move, and he could only let that will invade the depths of the sea of consciousness, and at the moment when Fang Yan lost confidence, a magic weapon in his body suddenly reacted, not the Qiankun pot that Fang Yan had relied on for a long time, but the Senran scroll from Luo Chi.

A breath circulated in Fang Yan's body, and just after it came into contact with the will emanating from the jade pendant, Fang Yan sensed that his body suddenly regained control, and the will that invaded the depths of the sea of knowledge instantly retreated, and in just a moment, Fang Yan sensed that the connection between the Sen Ran scroll in his body and himself had strengthened a lot, which was greater than the results of his ten years of cultivation.

Before Fang Yan could rejoice, he saw the will to withdraw from his body, and instantly blasted out towards the many monks around him.

All that was seen by the outsiders was a pause in the dialect, and then the will came at him.

Before, he only sensed the strength of this will, but at this moment, he really came into contact with his power, and in an instant, these high-ranking distracted monks all felt the aura of invading their will, they would not be as helpless as dialects, but they were also entangled by this will for a while and couldn't move.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of laughter, but it was from the most central and lowest cultivated dialect.

Isn't this little junior stupid, all the distracted great monks, as well as those few descendants of the Hengyue Sect in the late Yuan Infant period, all came up with a strange idea, in such a situation, he can actually laugh out loud? Don't you know, after this will dissipates, it will be his death? Not to mention the scattered immortal inheritance, even the star shuttle that he has been flying away from is not what a Yuan Infant monk should have.

The next moment, all the people looked at each other in disbelief, and a scroll suddenly appeared in the hand of the little Yuanying monk, and after a flash of light, a burst of void power fluctuated around him, did he want to use this void power to bombard himself and others?

Where can this little void power help these distracted great cultivators, even if they are being entangled by that invincible will at this moment, it is not this little void power that can damage half a point.

Only the expressions of the two masters and apprentices have changed greatly, but they have seen this fluctuating power, but they were the two of them who stepped in on their own, but this time they were trapped by this will.

The void fluctuation instantly became much stronger, and when all the distracted great monks felt that the will that imprisoned them was gone, they looked at the center again, where were there any Yuan Infant Little Friars, and then looked carefully, and found that it was not the little monks who disappeared, but that they were no longer in their original positions.

(Congratulations to 'Wind and Wind' on being promoted, and Baisha thanked all Taoists for their support)