"Brother, be careful!" The pale scholarly brother shouted, and a white light came out in response, and with a whoosh, he went straight to Qingshi.

The bearded monk's face was grim, and he urged the magic trick violently, like a round shield that had eaten a big tonic pill, and pounced on the red mang with a hula, at this moment the bluestone fists were approaching, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he burst into a shout, and also met the other party with both fists.

"Bang!", the four fists collided together, stirring up a gust of air, and the nearby dust and broken leaves swept and flew up.

With two muffled "clicks, clicks", the mustache screamed, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and flew backwards, while its arms were unnaturally bent, apparently broken.

"Brother!" the scholar's younger brother burst into tears and rushed forward. Holding the elder brother, a small shield with silver light flashed on his side, bursting out of a ball of essence light, blocking the two of them.

The white-faced scholar hurriedly pulled his brother back and back.

"Haha, it's really funny to dare to fight against Brother Qing. The black-robed fat man who rushed towards Feng Botao and the others laughed when he saw this.

"Hmph, I can't help myself. The green-robed young man snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and pursued forward.

The red-clothed gorgeous female scorpion demon, the smiling flowers and branches trembled, seeing the cold mangs coming, she unhurriedly sacrificed a handkerchief, turned into a cloud of white clouds, blocked the secondary thorn of the soul, and jumped lightly to avoid the attack of the southern world.

Restrained by Shen Yun and others, the remaining few people in that team were greatly reduced, and they quickly formed a formation.

Losing the scorpion demon's assist, the bearded monk and the little monk finally seized the opportunity and forced Qingshi back with a series of attacks.

The white-faced scholar finally put the mustachioed brother who vomited blood, and the guards stepped back to save his life.

The little monk took the opportunity to sacrifice a ball of Buddha beads, bursting out with a brown treasure light, enveloping the four of them, and finally gaining a firm foothold.

The bearded middle-aged monk, with an iron blue face, made a defensive magic weapon, constantly blocking the iron fist of the bluestone, and several magic weapons continued to attack the key points of the bluestone.

However, Qingshi, who was extremely majestic, didn't care, opened the bow left and right with his fists, flew iron fists, and attacked the flying sword in the future, constantly smashing and flying.

At this time, Shen Yun and Nan Tianxia stopped the scorpion demon, but this scorpion demon, controlling a rope and a red flying sword, had a fluttering figure and dealt with it very calmly.

Feng Botao and the other three were also inseparable from the black-robed fat man.

Three standing circles, at the same time reached a stalemate, for a while, it was difficult to distinguish the winner.

In the thunderbolt bar, the wildfire burned more violently, and the heat wave was monstrous, even lighting up half of the sky.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched and sharp howl in the air, and Huo Ran was sent from Qingshi.

Shen Yun didn't understand what it meant, only to see the scorpion demon hear the sound, his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he patted the storage bag, a gray talisman jumped out of the storage bag, and was grabbed by her, and there was still a trace of pain on his face.

The scorpion demon had words in his mouth, and a breath of spiritual energy sprayed up.

"Beast Soul Talisman!" Shen Yun's face changed greatly, and his secret path was not good.

"Two little white faces, don't let your sister down. The scorpion demon glanced at the two of them, snorted coldly, and sacrificed the talisman.

In the mist, there was a loud roar, and the milky white Qingyang lion soul appeared.

And the fat man in the black robe also had a solemn face, and patted the cloth bag on his waist.

A black shadow spilled out of one of the cloth bags, fell to the ground, turned into three figures, and in the roar, they all pounced on Feng Botao and the other three, and a strong stench suddenly filled the air.

"What is this?" exclaimed Zhou Shimin.

"Refining corpses!" Feng Botao exclaimed, his face a little pale.