On the hillside, the originally thick fog has long been scorched.

It looks like a vacuum in a sea of mist.

The original place where the corpse was self-detonated was full of devastation, and due to the violent explosion, there were three more big pits on the ground, and Sun Liangyou's body was like a broken sack, lying on the ground motionless, and even the defensive magic weapon was scattered to the ground, obviously unable to survive.

Because Qingshi withdrew to attack Shen Yun, the little monk and the others had a chance to breathe, and with the scorpion demon killed, there was no longer despair in their eyes.

At this time, the rugged bearded monk who was not too seriously injured and the half-dead mustachioed young man supported each other, threw a five-element array talisman, and hid in it to rest.

And the little monk and the white-faced scholar, knowing that the opportunity could not be missed, made a magic weapon together, and went straight to the bluestone.

Qingshi was like a mad demon at the moment, frantically bombarding Shen Yun's magic circle.

Although the flying sword in the south world does not leave its side, the bluestone is a body cultivation, and when he saw the flying sword approaching, he smashed it with one punch.

I don't know when there will be three more refining corpses on the ground.

Feng Botao saw Sun Liangyou's tragic death on the spot, and he was immediately frightened, and he wanted to pull Zhou Shimin to the end of the world.

Unexpectedly, the strange soldiers suddenly appeared, and Shen Yun's Soul Thorn actually had a sharper main thorn, which cooperated with Nantianxia to kill the scorpion demon on the spot.

So there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he greeted Zhou Shimin, and rushed towards the refining corpse with his sword again.

Zhou Shimin grew up in the clan since he was a child, he had experienced such a tragic battle, his face turned pale with horror, and when he saw Shen Yun killing the scorpion demon, he took the other party's storage bag with an expressionless face, and then Shi Shiran drilled into the formation, and suddenly flashed a sense of security.

Gritting his teeth, Edgeworth stopped at another corpse.

Xue Ling's attack power is limited, and his claws hit the bluestone, which has no effect, and it is also useless to deal with the refining corpse, so he had to rush towards the black-robed fat man.

The fat man in the black robe was helpless, and recalled a refining corpse to resist Xue Ling, his face was gloomy, and a pair of eyes were dripping and spinning, and his mind was spinning.

He was not a monk near Jianwu City, and this time he met the Qingshi couple by chance.

Knowing that the other party was wanted by Jianwu City, the two sides hit it off, planning to ambush and earn some spiritual objects, and leave before a large number of expedition teams entered the basin.

Some time ago, it was going well, but I didn't want to go wrong today.

The blue-robed young man shot a pair of top-grade magic weapons, of which the main thorn was extremely powerful, and I am afraid that it is no longer under the best magic weapon.

You must know that in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not rare to have a high-grade magic weapon, and if you store it a little, you can still make up enough spirit stones.

But a sharp top-grade magic weapon is very rare, its price is at least several times that of a top-grade magic weapon, how can a monk of the Spirit Silence Realm save so many spirit stones so easily?

Now, I broke the scorpion demon out of thin air, and the most annoying thing was that the scorpion demon originally had a heavenly thunder bead, as a means of pressing the bottom of the box, but he didn't have time to make a move, and he fell on the spot.

In the sound of chirping, the tall refining corpse was very hard to shield the snow spirit, and the shield on the black-robed fat man was hit from time to time, and the light flashed rapidly.

The face of the black-robed fat man was even more ugly, but at this time, the golden light in the air dissipated, and the yin spirit screamed and pounced out.

However, in just a moment, in the sky, there was another golden light and shadow.

The yin spirit, which had just recovered from its senses, screamed strangely, slipped away, and drilled back into the shadows.

The black-robed fat man was annoyed for a while, his lips moved slightly, and he transmitted the sound to Qingshi.

When Shen Yun saw the little monk and the white-faced scholar, he came to the front quickly, his heart was settled, and in the midst of a light laugh, he flashed and drilled out of the spirit array. The Red Flame Sword slammed and slashed towards the bluestone.

When the enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, and when they saw Shen Yun, Qingshi's body suddenly rose with a killing machine, a brisk step, and his fists were about to roar.

Shen Yun was already afraid of physical cultivation, and when he saw that the other party was menacing, he turned his body and retreated towards the formation.

There was a soft "click", and the spirit array shattered inch by inch.

Qingshi was about to pursue, only to see a soul thorn held by Shen Yun in both hands, and suddenly his footsteps paused slightly, revealing a hint of fear.

Shen Yun got this gap and opened the distance, although the soul thorn was sharp, but he still had the power of one blow at most, how dare he use it easily, and still remotely control the Chiyan Sword to fly out.

Although there were four rays of light in the sky, emitting a terrifying aura, whistling and circling on the side of Qingshi, flying endlessly, he was fearless, punching and kicking, and dodging from time to time, but after all, he could not inflict heavy damage.

Qingshi looked like a madman at the moment, but his eyes were still clear, and even his lips were still moving slightly, discussing something with the fat man in the black robe.