Shen Yueren and Zhou Yuan, who were beside the old man in the sixtieth armor, heard this, and immediately led the people to take out the treasures, or to display their magical powers.

The fleeing Chen San has made Shen Yueren's hearts awe-inspiring, at this moment, he stopped himself and the others alone, and the same magical treasures far surpassed those of the monks of the same level, which made Shen Yueren and the two of them bitter in their hearts, and secretly thought in their hearts, if the assistant recruited by Chen San who escaped was also supernatural, what should he and the others do today?

Thinking about it, there was no ambiguity in the hands of Shen Yueren and the others.

Shen Yueren's left hand was lightly raised, and the index finger of Qianqian, which condensed a little emerald flame, pointed out again and again, and every time he pointed out, there was a small ball of glittering emerald flame hanging in the air.

After twelve fingers, Shen Yueren's thumb lightly pinched the corner of his sleeve, and with a gentle flick, the twelve ghostly flames dragged the turquoise afterimage "whoosh" and "whoosh" away, this magic power was a powerful spell that Chen San could only stop when he cast three red melting blades that day.

As soon as the twelve ghostly flames shot out, Shen Yueren's right hand was handed out, the jade palm was flipped, the palm was facing up, and a withered yellow wooden box appeared. The wooden box is made of solid wood like an ordinary farmer's house, which looks plain and unremarkable.

Shen Yueren's beam of spiritual light shot out from his fingers and disappeared into the wooden box. With a "squeak", Lingmang Fang sank into the wooden box, and a gap in the lid of the wooden box opened, and a deafening buzzing sound came out of it with the opening of the wooden lid.

Without waiting for the wooden box to open completely on its own, the foreign objects in the wooden box directly opened the lid of the box, and a black shadow rushed out of it, buzzing in the direction of Mo Chengji.

At this time, I was able to see clearly what was rushing out of the wooden box.

The size of a thumb, a six-eyed giant pincer, black and yellow, two pairs of cicada wings vibrated rapidly, fanning out a blur, and there was a poisonous needle shining blue between the tails, rushing out of the wooden box, who else could it be that the broken vein poisonous bee that was not one of the poisonous insects in the immortal cultivation world.

On the other side of the old man, Zhou Yuan took out a silver-white ring the size of a collar, the spiritual light in his hand rose, and the spiritual power was injected into the ring, and then with a shake in his hand, the ring turned into a phantom and disappeared silently.

In addition to the seven blue light lingering on the inside of this ring, which are commonly used in the immortal cultivation world, the rest of the ring does not have much decoration, and it does not seem to be outstanding. But after Zhou Yuan injected spiritual power, the speed of the seven-star silver ring was extremely terrifying, and it actually came later, first passing the twelve emerald flames pointed out by Shen Yueren, and went straight to the door of Mo Yingji, who had turned into a demon.

With the action of Shen Yueren and the others, the supernatural treasures of the remaining four disciples also turned into Dao Dao Xia and left, but the old man of the sixtieth armor looked at the demonized Mo Zhiji with cold eyes, and he didn't know when he took out a blue and white glass bottle in the palm of his hand, and did not attack with everyone.

The demonized Mo Zhiji, even though his eyes were blood-red, his mouth was spitting out fangs, and his appearance was not as good as before, looking hideous and terrifying, but looking at the oncoming Dao Dao bright light, his face still showed a trace of solemnity imperceptibly.

A low howl: "It's a good time!" Mo Zhiji's right claw was raised high, and the black qi in his palm burst out, rolling and twisting and quickly condensing, and when his palm was tightened, a six-foot-long, giant pitch-black ghost head dagger was already in his hand.

The ghost-headed broadsword swung down violently, and with the momentum of thunder, it slashed directly at the oncoming seven-star ring.

"Boom"

There was a loud explosion, and the gravel and dust in front of him fell in all directions, and a strip-shaped pit a foot deep appeared on the ground.

In the flying dust, a trace of astonishment flashed on Mo Zhiji's face, and Fang Cai's must be hit, and when the thick blade of the ghost head broadsword was about to slash into the seven-star silver ring, the seven-star silver ring was shaking, and it disappeared in front of him.

Zhou Yuan, who was in the distance, saw this scene, a smug look flashed on his face, and when he succeeded in his heart, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked incredulous.

With the same expression as Zhou Yuan, there are also a group of people from the old man in the sixtieth century.

I saw the seven-star silver ring that disappeared in front of Mo Zhiji's eyes, and I don't know when it had reached the back of his head, and he was being grabbed in the palm of his hand by a pair of sharp claws like knives, unable to move at all.

After Mo Zhiji's arms stretched forward behind the shoulder blades, he didn't know when he had an extra pair of arms, grabbed the seven-star silver ring, and quickly lifted it over his head and raised it in front of him.

"No!" a shout came from Zhou Yuan's mouth.

Zhou Yuan shouted before he could exit, but Mo Cheng had already raised the silver ring in front of him, and swung it straight towards the twelve emerald flames that had arrived in front of him, and the remaining two hands protected his face with one hand, and the knife face with the other hand was shot horizontally.

"Puff" "Puff"

The sound of charcoal entering the water sounded, and a curling turquoise smoke rose from in front of Mo Cheng.

Mo Chengji waved his four arms together, waving away the turquoise smoke, accompanied by the sound of artifacts shattering.

"It's just a poisonous flame, what can you do?"

The turquoise smoke dissipated, and Mo Chengji, who held half of the seven-star silver ring that had been corroded by the poisonous flames in each hand, and only a few shallow pits of smoke on his arms, howled with contempt on his face.

Immediately, his cheeks bulged, and a monstrous black flame erupted violently, covering the swarm of venomous bees that were about to arrive in front of him.

The black flames were endless, and in an instant, they had enveloped a radius of nearly ten zhang, enveloping all the swarms of venomous bees with broken veins.

Shen Yueren, who didn't want to have this as a person, even though he was extremely confident in his swarm of broken veins with fire resistance, but Mo Yue's arrogance was also awe-inspiring, and a sharp voice came out of his mouth, wanting to drive the bee swarm to temporarily avoid the other party's power.

At this time, the eyes of the old man who had not yet made a move flashed, and his hands were tightly holding the blue and white glass bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was facing Mo Zhiji, who was spraying black flames in his mouth.

The moment the blue spirit light at the mouth of the bottle rose, it had become extremely dazzling, and then the bottle body shook, and a beam of blue light with the size of the bowl mouth flashed out of it.

Shen Yueren screamed continuously, but he didn't see a poisonous bee flying out, and his heart had already sunk to the bottom.

After sensing that the poisonous bees had been completely wiped out, Mo Zhiji closed his mouth and was about to stop this extremely spiritually power-consuming black flame, when he noticed the actions of the old man in the armor.

The pillar of blue light came extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of him, and when Mo Chengji closed his mouth and spewed out the black flame, the pillar of light had already come to the front of him.

Mo was shocked, but at this time, it was too late to sacrifice any treasure and magic power to block, only in front of the horizontal knife, the remaining three arms crossed to protect himself, intending to suffer this seemingly powerful blow.

"Boom~~"

The place where Mo Cheng stood was endlessly blue and soaring into the sky, with a strong and powerful energy, and a long and loud sound.

When the blue light dispersed and the dust fell, Mo Zhi's demon figure was gradually revealed.

I saw Mo Chengji half-squatting on the ground, his arms were broken at elbows, and the remaining two arms also revealed many deep wounds, wisps of red blood slowly flowed down, falling into the dust under his feet, and condensed into mud beads. The place where it squatted was already a deep pit the size of nearly a zhang, and from the inside to the outside, it was scraped off the ground by the absolute strength and pushed into the distance, forming a ring of towering soil slopes.

The old man in the armor, Shen Yueren, and Zhou Yuan did not make another move, and in the eyes of staring at Mo Ying's figure, a trace of fear flashed from time to time.

The three of them knew in their hearts that the blue and white glass bottle in the hands of the old man in the flower was also a treasure that could only be possessed in the Jindan period: the blue rainbow pure glass bottle, which originally wanted to rely on Shen Yueren and Zhou Yuan to temporarily trap each other's body first, and then the old man in the flower armor accumulated spiritual power to use the fatal blow of the magic weapon.

The development of things was also as expected by the three of them, even if Zhou Yuan and Shen Yueren had lost their treasures, they were tired of dealing with the two foundation building monks, and it was difficult for them to move their own bodies, and they were hit by the blue rainbow treasure light of the blue rainbow glass bottle.

Unexpectedly, when the smoke and dust dissipated, Mo Chengji seemed to be seriously injured, but he still had the strength to fight, which made the three of them feel awe-inspiring in their hearts.

If Chen San hadn't fled, wouldn't it be that these two people would be able to directly contend with all the monks on their side? The three of them couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they thought of this.

Indeed, Mo Zhiji is just like Chen San at this time, although he has the ability to resist Shen Yueren and others, not to mention that Liu Wenfeng is dragging him down, if Shen Yueren is divided into arrays and attacks from all sides, with Chen San's strength, he can only remain undefeated, and it is not impossible for him to be caught by accident.

In the end, it was Shen Yueren who didn't know Chen San's details, and was borrowed by Chen San to ask for treasure, and Shen Yueren and the two had other plans, so Chen San succeeded.

However, if Chen San and Mo Chengji are allowed to advance and retreat together, then it will be a different scene. The supernatural treasures and bodies are all extremely powerful two, and under the cover of each other, maybe the old man and the others really can't help the two of them. It's a pity that he still underestimated Chen San for a few points, but he sent Chen San back to Baoxin to recruit people.

There were still treasures on the field turning back and forth, the supernatural glow burst out, and the bursts of explosions were endless, and the low-level disciples under the three of the old men of the flower armor were still trying to sacrifice all their abilities, but they were all stopped one by one by the black smoke fierce tiger and the mighty ghost general.

The expressions on the faces of the three of them changed, and suddenly the eyes of the old man flashed, and he roared: "Kill!" The words did not stop, the treasure bottle in his hand was put away, and the electric light of his hands burst into the void, and a black cloud appeared from his palms, and the electric light of both hands surged into the black cloud.

With both hands flicked, the inky black clouds that flashed from the thunder inside fell three feet above the head of the old man in the flower armor, and the electric rays in his hands were still surging towards the clouds in the crackling sound.

When the old man in the armor exerted this seemingly powerful supernatural power, Shen Yueren and Zhou Yuan took out the spare treasures and sacrificed them to Mo Zhiji.

With the attack of Shen Yueren and the three of them, Mo Chengji howled violently, he had only used it once before, and the black ball of light that seemed to be extremely spiritually draining was thrown one by one, facing the Dao Dao Lixia Light that the other party called.