When the alien monster rat-headed man heard the words of this hidden needle, he was unhappy, but when he thought of the sword cultivator who slashed the mad bull, he didn't have the slightest bit of mud and water, and he didn't want to stay and die. So he pretended not to hear, hugged his fists, and threw his sleeves away.

The white robe flew away, and the figure fled away, with a slight embarrassment, which made the sheep head Taoist shameful.

Suddenly, a light wind rose, and a figure flashed away from the beast tide at the entrance of the Jade Void Realm, and when it reappeared, it had already appeared on the side of the sheep head.

"Old man, can I borrow your head?"

While......

Lao Dao turned his hand into hooves, and the hoof prints were imprinted on the spine of the long knife stabbed out by the figure, and then he arched up, like a frightened prawn, and his body instantly ejected out.

The figure shook the long black knife in his hand, pulled a knife flower, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I couldn't stab you to death with a knife......

The head of the sheep stood in the air, the breath on his body surged, the Taoist robe swelled out, and the sleeve robe made a hunting sound, "Although I am not ashamed of the rat's gall, but I am not a fool of the old way, I know that there is danger, and I don't take one or two precautions, like a master like you, but you do the way of the rats, but let the old Taoist open his eyes!"

Lao Dao said, the hooves in his hands had turned into human hands, I saw his hands sealed, and then punched at Wu Zhao, under the drum of the robe, a huge sheep shadow crashed towards him.

was laughed at by the old man of the sheep, Wu Zhao didn't care, swung his knife forward, and the night snow in his hand slashed towards the huge head of the sheep shadow.

Rumble......

The sword light and the sheep shadow shattered, the air wave swept away, and Wu Zhao flew away.

The Beast Tide Legion was swept away by this wave of qi and was directly dispersed, and some were swept away by this wave of air, and the entrance of the Jade Void Realm was quiet.

But soon, Wu Zhao's brows furrowed slightly.

Because there is also cruelty to nuclear radiation here.

Those monsters didn't care, and they didn't even realize the dangers of radiation, so they could have no scruples. But Wu Zhao knew that he couldn't stay here for long.

Although he can use the power of the demon to block the radiation, it is a waste of energy to continue to stay for a long time.

He was a little on the ground, jumped into the air, and flew towards the sheep head Dao man.

The sheep head Taoist continued to pinch the seal with both hands, and then raised his hand to press down, and saw a pocket mountain peak slamming down on his head, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Although this mountain is not that Mount Tai, Wu Zhao can still feel that this small mountain is a spiritual weapon.

This was the first time he had seen a monster with a spirit weapon among these alien monsters.

The alien monsters he encountered before were all poor, and every time he was killed by Wu Zhao, all he could get was a few pieces of Yuan Shen fragments, except for those flesh and blood.

Seeing a monster with a spiritual weapon at the moment, Wu Zhao suddenly felt a sense of joy when he saw the hunt. So, he threw the long knife in his hand out, and saw that the light of the long knife was split in two and two into four in the air...... In an instant, countless sword lights resisted the pocket hill.

Then he patted his waist, and a golden shadow flashed, and he swept towards the old road of the sheep's head.

He took out another green-skinned gourd, unplugged it, and drank the sweet wine with his head up.

The aroma of wine overflowed with the wind, and it rushed towards the old road of the sheep's head.

The sheep head old man clasped his hands together, then pulled outward, and then pushed, a demonic force pushed towards the golden light, wanting to blast the golden light away.

But the golden light swirled around him like a swimming fish.

At this time, Lao Dao realized that it was a golden rope, which should also be a spiritual weapon.

Bang......

The sword light collided with the pocket hill, and Wu Zhao only felt a powerful force pouring down from the pocket hill, and he didn't know if the mountain was refined by this old goat.

Wu Zhao only felt that the power of a mountain passed through those sword lights, pressing on him, yes, making his figure feel a little difficult to move in an instant.

Wu Zhao's heart moved, and the golden rope rolled back and rolled towards the pocket hill, ready to tie up the hill.

As soon as the golden rope was bundled on this hill, the sheep head couldn't help but hum softly, and his disdainful expression was overflowing.

But soon, Lao Dao couldn't laugh anymore.

An icy aura flowed out of the golden rope, covering the entire pocket hill and freezing into a lump of ice.

And what shocked the Yangshou Dao people the most was that this cold actually had a tendency to freeze the soul he left on the pocket hill.

He was in a hurry, so he increased the output of demon power, and the pocket hill suddenly became larger, turning into a hundred zhang peak, and pressed down on Wu Zhao's head.

And he himself only felt that the demonic power in his body was empty, and his body shook for a while, as if he had a feeling of lack of demonic power. The smell of wine made him feel drunk.

Rumble......

Wu Zhao's figure was directly pressed under the mountain by this hill, and the earth shook with it.

From a distance, it looked like a small mountain blocking the entrance to the Jade Void Realm.

He, Wu Zhao, became a monkey crushed under the mountain, unable to move.

Seeing this, the head of the sheep couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, his spirit shook, and his control over the hill seemed to be suddenly interrupted for a moment. He shook his head and looked up at the hill.

As a result, this look startled him.

I saw a figure, already standing at the top of the hill, grinning at him.

"You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure was gone.

Instinctively, he threw a hoof forward, and the delicate sheep's hoof print, like raindrops, blocked the space in front of him.

"Do you feel sleepy and want to sleep?

Wu Zhao's voice, as if like a magic spell, was quietly sent into the sea of consciousness of the sheep head Dao people.

Then the sheep head man really fell asleep.

The figure fell from the sky, and was rolled up by a golden light, and tied it firmly.

And that hill, after losing the control of the sheep head Dao people, reverted to a more compact appearance, only the size of a small palm, and looked like a small model.

However, this small model is extremely realistic, the mountains and rivers are clear, the strange rocks are craggy, the ancient trees are withered, the birds, beasts, insects and fish, the slenderness is clear, this is clearly a green mountain.

In ancient times, there was a 'mountain moving method', which allowed a large mountain to be moved to another place.

Among the 36 laws of Tiangang, there is the method of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea. Among the seventy-two changes of the earth, there is also the technique of moving mountains. All of these are ways to move mountains.

Wu Zhao didn't know what method this sheep-headed old Taoist used, and he didn't know if this mountain was an indigenous mountain on the earth star, or a 'crossing mountain' from the abyss of alien demons?

Wu Zhao held this pocket hill in his hand, carried this sheep head in one hand, and landed on the ground.

After thinking about it, he stabbed the old man in the heart, slashed him, drew out his divine sense, filled it with a green skin gourd, and finally put away the corpse of the sheep that turned into a giant sheep and swept it into the distance.