"Hehe! Secret Treasure, just as a congratulatory gift to congratulate this sect on its ascension to the saint throne!hahaha!" Jiang Zhenhua raised his eyebrows, looked at the blue and golden pillar of light with a playful gaze, and after feeling the power inside slightly, he then raised his head and laughed wildly.

In his hand, he was not slow, and a little bone staff shot out in an instant, directly taking one of the monks.

Although the man was taken aback, he had already taken precautions, and his body shook and he dodged for a moment, but the dog-shaped demon beast behind him was not so lucky.

The bone staff snapped like a red meteor and plunged into its right eye.

"Roar!"

The dog demon raised his head and roared in pain, but the blood soul puppet in front of him had already pounced, and with a sharp stabbing of its two claws, it pierced into its chest and abdomen, tearing it out fiercely.

Blood, internal organs, and other miscellaneous objects gushed out in an instant, but strangely in the blink of an eye, they turned back and merged into the bone staff.

The Blood Soul Golem just glanced at it, and even though it had a desperate desire for the flesh, it didn't touch it in the slightest, and flew towards the other monk.

"Bastard, Jiang Zhenhua, do you really want to die?" Yang Kaifeng scolded angrily, and quickly danced the Sky Moon Blade to force back a blood soul puppet, his eyes blood-red glared at Jiang Zhenhua.

"Hehe, don't die, Brother Yang, you're wrong, you will naturally stop when you die!" Jiang Zhenhua smiled slightly, and said indifferently.

The bone staff flew out again, and the dog demon burst open with a bang, turning into flying ashes and scattering in all directions.

The bone staff flew back in an instant, trembling in front of him, and kept nodding at everyone, as if looking for the next target.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the sky, which ran through the entire Zhongyang City like thunder on the ground, and spread through the entire sky in an instant, making everyone feel in unison.

I saw that the pillar of blue-gold light shrank suddenly, and then spread outward violently, and a figure could clearly be seen jumping out from inside.

"Huyan Daoyou come to save me quickly, don't let this Blood Soul Sect demon complete the bloodstains!" Seeing the figure, Yang Weihong endured the severe pain, leaned out of his divine sense and suddenly paid attention to the vitality and shouted, and the voice was transmitted in an instant.

"Fellow Daoists, hold on, our rescue will arrive soon!" Yang Kaifeng looked happy and said to everyone.

When everyone heard this, they were also in good spirits, and they also knew a lot about the name of Hu Yanlie, the first refiner of Zhongyang City, and even occasionally intersected.

As a refiner, Hu Yanlie must have a lot of treasures in his body, and he is also a monk in the late stage of Yudan, maybe he can really help everyone escape the catastrophe.

They didn't expect 'Hu Yanlie' to help them defeat Jiang Zhenhua, as long as they could help them escape.

"Hey, rescue, just send you to death!" Jiang Zhenhua naturally looked at the figure in the pillar of light, and said with a touch of coldness on the corner of his mouth.

After speaking, his body shook and grabbed the bone staff in his hand, and he actually threw himself directly towards the cyan pillar of light.

Judging by the situation, he actually wanted to directly attack 'Hu Yanlie' in order to extinguish everyone's hopes.

Seeing this situation, everyone looked relieved, Jiang Zhenhua, a peak cultivator of the Jiedan, stood beside him, and the pressure emanating from his invisible could be imagined.

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all issued a powerful killing move, attacking the Nine Soul Puppet, hoping to relieve some pressure before Jiang Zhenhua returned.

A fierce battle was set off again.

......

Wang Mo's eyes lit up as he looked at the war halberd in his hand that no longer trembled, and he actually had a sense of blood connection.

He knew that it was the work of the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron, which gave the snake bone a trace of life to the appearance of a battle halberd.

Under the green halberd rod, the fine scale lines are faintly visible, the end is a semicircular protrusion with a sharp tail tip, the upper position is a hideous snake head, swallowing out a sharp and dazzling blade, there is a half-moon arc blade on both sides tightly fitted, the hook can be cut extremely sharp, the most conspicuous is the thorn red of the blade, adding a murderous aura.

On the entire halberd body, there is a golden arc crackling, echoing with the entire halberd body, which looks extremely condensed.

As the halberd ceased to tremble, the blue-gold brilliance above the sky slowly converged and gradually submerged into the halberd.

Wang Mo only felt a burst of Shu Tai around him, that was the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that the battle halberd formed and fed back to him, this war halberd was originally the thing he had cultivated in his mind, even if it had just been formed, the Yuan Qi transmitted from within it was not in conflict with the true yuan of his own cultivation, and it was easy to be accepted by his true yuan.

The True Yuan, which was originally somewhat lacking due to the continuous refining of the war halberd, was also filled at this moment.

The heavy sword Lei Yan Xingchen Gold, the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron, the Three-Edged Demon Cloud Crystal Battle Halberd, the muscles and bones of the third-order demon snake, plus many third-order treasures, were all refined by Wang Mojing's blood and heart gods, and the war halberd finally showed its special features at this moment.

"Huh?" As the rich vitality dissipated, Wang Mo found that something was wrong around him, frowned and looked at the room, and suddenly heard a loud drink, and then saw a dark red demonic aura radiance flying towards him at a high speed.

From that brilliance, Wang Mo felt a force that made his heart palpitate, and he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

Looking from afar, I saw seven monks fighting fiercely with nine monsters, sweeping eight pillars of blood into the sky.

As far as the eye could see, the entire Zhongyang City was filled with a blood mist, and there were bursts of screams from time to time.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the joy of the successful cultivation of the natal magic weapon was also a little restrained in this one, and it reminded him of everything the demon spirit did in Jinfeng City back then.

At this moment, as if sensing the unkindness in that breath, the war halberd suddenly let out a clanging sound and buzzed.

"Haha, if you want to fight, then fight!" Looking at the spirituality inadvertently emanating from the halberd in his hand, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with joy, and then he raised his head and laughed arrogantly.

Suddenly, the blue-gold true yuan on his body exploded, instantly turning into a streamer, and rushed towards the dark red streamer with a bang, and its speed was even faster than the dark red streamer.

Vaguely, the brilliance led by the tip of the war halberd turned into a blue-gold giant python that was winding away, opening its bloody mouth and biting towards the dark red streamer.

"Hey!" Jiang Zhenhua looked at the blue-gold streamer that rushed straight forward, a touch of coldness crossed the corner of his mouth, and his left hand flipped to the ground, and a red-gold skull the size of an egg flashed out of it.

With a flick of his wrist, the skull swelled into the size of a human head in the wind, and suddenly let out a sharp whistle, and the air exploded, and an invisible wave of light spread out in all directions.

The first person to bear the brunt was none other than Wang Mo, who was rushing over, but in the indomitable piercing of the war halberd, there was a violent burst of qi, as if the space was about to be penetrated, and the invisible wave was directly pushed aside, without any effect.

"Huh?" Jiang Zhenhua's eyes narrowed slightly, a little skull, and when the magic trick didn't enter it, he saw it tremble slightly, and in an instant, a golden-gray flame filled it, and it could be seen that there was something like a human figure in it.

The golden flame whirled, like a storm, blowing towards the blue-gold streamer.

In the blue-gold brilliance, Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, but he did not dodge, when attacking the enemy, he paid attention to the momentum of a tiger, if he retreated at this time, then the momentum condensed by this gallop would be in vain.

And in the face of such a strong enemy, if you fall into the disadvantage, it is likely that you will only be beaten.

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of Five Elements Gang Qi, which instantly merged into the True Yuan, and his speed accelerated sharply to pick up people again.

In the roar of the air explosion, the blue-gold streamer directly splashed the sparks impacted by the golden flames, and the golden flames on the golden skeleton were extinguished instantly, and the aura was dim as if the spirit was greatly damaged.

"It turned out to be the thunder system vitality, how is it possible?" Seeing such a scene, Jiang Zhenhua's pupils shrank suddenly, a touch of solemnity flashed, and the expression of looking at Wang Mo was no longer full of contempt, and he waved his hand to summon the skull back.

Through this short battle, and the pure vitality fluctuations in the air, Jiang Zhenhua discovered that the opponent was actually an immortal cultivator.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking of the edict issued by the sect back then.

Jiang Zhenhua's eyes when he looked at Wang Mo instantly burst out with a strong sense of greed, he himself is a person with **, and he is extremely ambitious.

The moment he saw Wang Mogen's feet, he actually started to kill him no matter what, and then monopolize the treasures that all the major sects wanted to seize.

Seeing that streamer approaching quickly, Jiang Zhenhua leaned forward with his right hand, and a black demonic aura suddenly burst out from the skull the size of a walnut at the top of the bone staff, instantly turning into a ghost face several feet square.

There are three clearly visible figures on it, an old, a young and a middle-aged phantom, with a burst of cold aura, and they are actually three ghosts who have cultivated in the middle of the Dan.

"Go!" Jiang Zhenhua's hand changed, pointing to the three figures, and the strange thing was that the three people actually walked from the mouth of the ghost face, looking at the blue-gold streamer that was speeding up and approaching with an expressionless face.

Seeing the three phantoms, Wang Mo shook his hand and the halberd danced out of a spear flower in his hand, and in the crackling sound, a spiral thunder arc rolled towards the three.

It's just three Yin Soul Ghost Things, in the face of this thunder system vitality that naturally restrains it, and Wang Mo's combat power far exceeds that of the same level, and there is the Natal Magic Weapon Cang Ying War Halberd in his hand, where can the three ghost things resist.

The spiral thunder arc was like a streamer, and it reached the three ghosts in an instant, and as soon as it came into contact with the ghosts, it made a crackling sound, as if cold water was close to an oil pot.

'Roar!'

The three ghosts roared in unison, and the six ghost claws shook violently one after another, tearing apart the black light blade of the Dao Dao, eroding the advance of the spiral thunder arc little by little.

But before they could annihilate it, Wang Mo had already advanced his halberd to the front. There was a pop, and in an instant, it passed through the middle-aged phantom.

The huge thunder mana directly annihilated most of it, and it was about to dissipate.

Wang Mo struck a blow and did not care about the three ghosts anymore, but stood up and rushed towards Jiang Zhenhua.

As he galloped over, he discovered the tragic situation in Zhongyang City, and saw the Seven Great Sect Cultivators fighting against the Nine Soul Puppets in the distance, and he understood that the person in front of him was the crux of this matter.