Mo Xiaokui "clicked" and "clicked" in his mouth and chewed away, red and white, constantly dripping from between his teeth, and the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull behind him flew around the headless monk who had not yet fallen under his command, and the corpse suddenly flew into pieces in a burst of blood mist and fell into pieces.

Zhou Yuan, who was rushing to see this scene, frowned, and secretly asked whether it was an unwise move for him to choose this kind of evil thing that he didn't know pain and fear, and then sighed in his heart, and the light still kept going straight to Mo Xiaokui.

At this point, there is no way back, and the Yanglong Sect has finally found the true inner inheritance of the sect for four thousand years, if it is defeated today, the Yanglong Sect will really become a past in the world of cultivating immortals. However, if he wins today, not to mention the Heavenly Fire True Relic that is about to be obtained, it will already be a lot of money to obtain various magical powers and secret methods from the enemy monk in front of him. Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan suddenly felt a boiling in his heart, and his whole body was full of war intent.

Zhou Yuan, who had made up his mind in his heart, appeared in his hand the size of a collar, inlaid with seven blue lights lingering and circulating, and the seven-star silver ring of the phantom spirit wind bead commonly used in the immortal cultivation world was injected with spiritual power, and the silver ring turned into a phantom and shot out of his hand.

It turned out that this treasure was two pieces in one, and the other one was accidentally destroyed by Mo Shenji, and although the remaining one was not of much use, Zhou Yuan did not dare to sacrifice it again. At this time, in the face of a dead thing that didn't have much spiritual intelligence, it was not bad to use this extremely fast treasure to deal with it, so Zhou Yuan sacrificed the only remaining seven-star silver ring.

The two monks of the Yanglong Sect stepped on the treasures and fled in front of them, and behind them, Mo Xiaokui led seven blood-eroding bone skulls to roll up gusts of yin wind and black qi to chase after them, and in their whining mouths, the giant teeth were stained with bright red things, and their appearance was not terrifying.

Without the help of high-level monks, these ordinary monks in the enlightenment period met Mo Xiaokui, who was equivalent to the cultivation of a human race monk in the early stage of foundation building, which was comparable to the fate of a flock of sheep and wolves, and he only fled for his life in panic.

In the frightened screams of one of the monks, Mo Xiaokui, who chased after him, only had to close his mouth, and when a monk died, he suddenly turned his head and looked back.

A phantom shadow fell into his eyes after Mo Xiaokui turned his head, and Mo Xiaokui, who had not yet seen clearly what the phantom that came from the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull behind him, hurriedly rolled up with black qi around him, and his body quickly moved sideways, which was able to avoid the attack that came directly.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaokui's eyes flashed red, and a buzz similar to the symphony of gold and iron sounded behind his head, and at the same time as the buzzing sounded, Mo Xiaokui's figure staggered forward.

Stopping his figure, Mo Xiaokui turned his head to look, and a middle-aged man with a calm appearance was staring at him with cold eyes, and was reaching out to take back a seven-star silver ring with seven gems inside.

Needless to say, the phantom just now was the seven-star silver ring in the hands of the middle-aged man in the early stage of foundation building. Mo Xiaokui, who was successfully attacked by someone in a moment of carelessness, was suddenly furious in his heart, and the black qi rolled up and scattered on his body, leaving seven bloody bones and skulls to continue to chase and kill the low-level disciples of the Yanglong Sect, and he was a single "person" and threw himself at the middle-aged man.

What Zhou Yuan didn't see was that after the black qi around Mo Xiaokui's body rolled and dispersed, the wounds on the back of his head that were hit by the seven-star silver ring with several cracks disappeared suddenly under the black qi.

In the final analysis, Mo Xiaokui belongs to the category of yin and evil ghosts, even if it has an obvious entity, as long as it is not hit hard in an instant, it is an immortal and immortal body. Once the body is injured and the yin evil spiritual power in the body continues, Mo Xiaokui can quickly repair the body until he finally destroys and devours the enemy.

It is not easy for such evil things to be born, but once they are born, over time, they will surely be a scourge after the wisdom is opened.

The two Yanglong Sect monks who were rescued by the elders in the gate did not stop their bodies to fight back because there were only seven ordinary blood-eroded bones behind them, but instead rushed straight to one of the same door.

Lin Rufeng, who was fighting with a monk of the Yanglong Sect to the fullest, relied on the powerful exercises obtained by chance, although a lot of treasures were destroyed, but his magical skills were not weak, and the battle began to press the other party below.

However, after all, without the help of many treasures in hand, Lin Rufeng was still difficult to win the other party for a while, and when he was entangled with the other party, he saw two monks coming straight to his battle group out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly made a false move, and quickly escaped after getting rid of the other party's entanglement.

In less than ten breaths, the low-ranking monks on the field were already distinct, and they all gathered together.

The nine Enlightenment Stage monks of the Yanglong Sect were killed and one was injured, and only eight people remained together.

On Chen San's side, although Wu Yue, Bai Shuanglan, and Lin Rufeng were from scattered cultivation, they were all people who had more or less chance, and their magical secret skills were also a little higher than ordinary monks, and Mo Xiaokui was wandering around on the field before, and these three people maintained one-on-one battles with enemy monks, but there was no damage.

Although the two sides gathered together, the Yanglong Sect side had no time to rest and prepare at all, because the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull was under Mo Xiaokui's order, and kept following behind the Yanglong Sect monk with black gas and yin wind, so Wu Yue and the three of them could get out of the battle group so easily.

These blood-eroding bone skulls are not highly intelligent, but under the drive of Mo Xiaokui's bone skull, which is also a yin evil ghost, it is far more natural and convenient than Chen San's secret technique, and the power that can be exerted is naturally much greater.

Every time a Yanglong Sect monk played a spell and flew in front of these blood-eroding bone skulls, these bones and skulls were all in groups of three and two, driving the yin and black qi around his body to roll forward, and then the attacking spell would be annihilated in front of him.

Sacrifice the treasure to attack, these blood-eroding bones and skulls are also not afraid, the yin and evil black qi of the three or two skulls cannot intercept the power of the opponent's treasures, so three or four, four or five heads stepped forward to intercept it together.

If it can't be intercepted for a while, the swift speed of the blood-eclipping bone skull can be evaded. Even if it was attacked, as long as it was not a fatal blow, the black qi of the seven-headed skull nourished and repaired each other, and the injured skull would quickly recover as before.

Under all this, don't say that secular people, even immortal cultivators will be afraid of these yin and evil ghosts, and they will change color when they talk about it.

The seven-headed blood-eroded skull was a dead thing, and was given a death order by Mo Xiaokui, and he was not afraid of death when he was advancing, and in the face of the fierce attack of the Yanglong Sect monks, he still forced the other party to slowly retreat.

Wu Yue and the three of them would not sit idly by, and the three of them were no longer separated, and the three of them escaped together, and attacked the Yanglong Sect monk on one side with the seven bloody bone skulls.

Seeing that Mo Xiaokui had taken off the head of the enemy monk, Chen Sancai turned his head to look back at Fang Zhengyuan below, his gaze turned back, and suddenly a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the spirit of the Wen Yu Sword under his feet was sharp, and he wanted to leave here.

Chen San's body moved squarely, and with a piercing chill, a white cold light the size of a bowl passed past him, submerging into the blue sky behind him until it disappeared.

Following the white and cold light, a clear blue light pillar the size of a bowl also flashed.

At this time, Chen San, from the left shoulder down to his waist, was wrapped in a layer of condensed ice, and the cold qi that invaded the qi and blood came out of it, and the skin that had not been covered by the ice, such as the skin and flesh on the face, had also been frozen and cracked, and the slightest red thread was densely covered on the left side of the face.

Chen San's carelessness did not dodge the cold spitting of the Xuanbing gourd after all.

The small half of his body was covered in ice, his qi and blood were blocked, and his spiritual power was not smooth, Chen San's speed naturally slowed down. As a monk in the late stage of foundation building, Fang Zhengyuan, the great elder of the Yanglong Sect who was experienced in fighting, took this opportunity to take out the magic weapon Blue Rainbow Pure Glass Bottle again, and quickly released a blow of blue light at the expense of Shouyuan.

Fang Zhengyuan, who had already seen Chen San's weaknesses, still didn't have much confidence in winning Chen San, and at this moment, he had this opportunity, so he naturally dared to fight and dare to fight, and even took out his remaining Shouyuan to gamble.

Looking at Chen San, who took out a two-foot-square bronze shield in front of him, Fang Zhengyuan, whose height was already equal to Chen San, frowned suddenly, and his face was instantly replaced by irritability and anger.

Chen San, who touched Li Qingdun, sighed in his heart in front of Hengdun, not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time, and Li Qingdun, who was given by his master, seemed to be unsafe, and this lesson can be said to be a bit heavy.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted to his nose, and before Chen San could react, a warm and plump delicate body was already close to Chen San's back, his jade arms were lightly relaxed, and a magic shield that looked like a flame was burning against Li Qingdun, like a delicate body behind him, snuggled tightly together.

Chen San turned his head to look, but it was pasted on a pretty face that could be broken, and the other party looked at his eyes silently with affection, looking shy and drunk, which made people want to be gentle and pity.

The corners of Chen San's lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak, when a sharp shock came from his hand, and the blue light in the sky had already covered the figures of the two of them......