"What are you afraid of, he is not a disciple of the Beast Control Sect, he definitely can't easily control so many demon insects, it's just a cover to bluff people. With his tenth-level Qi refining cultivation, how could Shen Nian command so many wasps?" Niu Congliang analyzed loudly.

"Maybe he's an insect cultivator, you're not afraid of death, you can try it first. A monk next to him said dissatisfiedly.

"We can attack from a distance and kill these wasps along with that kid. You protect the Dharma for me, wait for me to send the Heavenly Sword Runic Treasure given by the ancestor, and wait until you kill the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, and then divide those beauties who have lost their combat effectiveness with you equally. Niu Congliang said disdainfully to the opposing disciple, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Niu Congliang took out a yellow talisman seal, which was full of spiritual energy, and there was a golden flying sword with an inch long painted on it. He sat cross-legged on the spot, and immediately surrounded by seven or eight tenth-level Qi refining monks, staring at Wang Jing and the others one by one, carefully protecting the Dharma.

"Senior sisters, we must not let that kid successfully sacrifice the talisman treasure, otherwise our protective shield will be like papier-mâché. Instead of sitting and waiting to be killed, everyone should take the initiative to take action, even if they break through an exit, they must escort Senior Brother Wang Jing and Senior Sister Hongxing out to avenge us in the future. ”

Senior Sister Yun's beautiful mind is also transparent, and when she saw the young man opposite releasing the legendary talisman treasure, it was really time for her to fight for life and death. She immediately removed the protective light shield and led a dozen desperate junior sisters to rush towards the disciples of the Beast Control Sect under the cover of Wang Jing's group of peaks.

There are still eighteen or nineteen disciples of the Beast Control Sect who were injured, and five or six of them were seriously injured.

There are only thirteen remaining disciples of the Beast Control Sect, and there are two more disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, although they are not in good shape, they can still drag many people to be buried in desperate battles. Seeing the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect rushing closer, the other party hurriedly sent out the spirit beast he was carrying. After half a year of fighting, their spirit beasts suffered serious casualties, and most of the people who could participate in the battle were at the first intermediate level, and almost only with injuries, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

While Wang Jing gave the order for the Bee Emperor to lead two thousand purple jade wasps to attack the disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect, he exhausted the divine soul energy that had just been devoured.

The disciples of the Refining Weapon Sect waited for their work, and only defended the attack issued by Senior Sister Yun, pinning all their hopes on Niu Congliang's talisman treasure. Niu Congliang's face turned red, his eyes were closed, and he quickly entered the mana into the rune seal with the golden flying sword in his hand, and the rune seal gradually became dazzling, slowly exuding an amazing spiritual pressure, and he was about to take off into the air to attack.

The defense of the monks in the Qi refining period is as weak as the Tender Tofu Blocking Quick Knife for the attack of the rune treasure, and the only way is to quickly kill the monk who controls the rune treasure before the rune treasure attacks, which can save everyone's lives.

Seeing that Qun Feng and Senior Sister Yun's attacks were in vain, Wang Jing had no choice but to order hundreds of purple jade wasps to explode at the same time. The self-detonation power of a single purple jade wasp is limited, and hundreds of them explode at the same time, the power is equivalent to hundreds of low-level fireball talismans attacking at the same time, blowing up the twelve disciples of the Beast Control Sect who protect the Dharma to the ground, leaving a big gap. Niu Congliang, who was injecting mana into the rune treasure, was also affected by the explosion, his face was covered with dust, the mana in his hand slowed down, and the rune treasure that was about to be activated dimmed again.

"Come and give me the Dharma Protector, Fu Bao's treasure will be successfully activated, and it will only take their lives for a moment. Niu Congliang yelled at the twelve Dharma Protector Monks while continuing to inject mana into the rune treasure, desperately trying to make his eyes bloodshot.

Nourished by the elixir and the purple jade royal jelly, after a moment of refining, Wang Jing had already recovered one percent of his mana and half of his divine thoughts, and it was impossible to use mana and the Soul Shattering Bow to prevent the talisman from activating. In that case, let's simply use alchemy to sabotage their plans.

Wang Jing performed the Meteor Catching Moon Footwork, and under the attack of the twelve Dharma Protector Monks, he rushed left and right, and approached them in a few breaths. Wang Jing fought with his left arm to receive a flying sword, and with a hook with his right hand, there was a loud "bang", hitting the chin of the monk who was blocking his advance. directly knocked him more than ten feet away, saliva and teeth flew sideways, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

With that monk's block, Niu Congliang's talisman treasure was just stimulated, and a golden flying sword with a huge aura, with a multicolored light, slashed towards Wang Jing's chest. Wang Jing hurriedly turned to one side, the flying sword flew past his chest, the chest armor was immediately cut, and the chest muscle was just cut by the edge of the flying sword, a half-inch-deep wound was cut, and the blood flowed like an infusion. Wang Jing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and quickly approached Niu Congliang when the Fu Bao Flying Sword shot out and did not return.

Among the eleven monks, except for eight who were fighting against Hong Xing and the others, the other three let the flying sword attack Wang Jing, and manipulated three first-level mid-level fire wolves to outflank from the side, spitting demon fire at Wang Jing, trying to force Wang Jing back from Niu Congliang's side. Niu Congliang was close at hand, and in order to control the talisman treasure, he sat on the ground and couldn't move. How could such a great opportunity be missed? Wang Jinggu couldn't dodge the combined blows of several flying swords behind him, as well as the demon fire attacks on the side, concentrated all his strength on his right leg, and shot it with one kick, hitting Niu Congliang in the back of the head.

With a "snap", Niu Congliang's head cracked like a watermelon. The rune treasure that was rushing back to the rescue lost control, turned into a yellow rune seal, floated down from the air, and was copied by Senior Sister Yun with a leap and in her hand.

Three flying swords behind Wang Jing pierced through the armor, one pierced the edge of his heart, one pierced his right arm, and one grazed his right arm and flew past, although it was not fatal, it also made him collapse for a while. The demon fire that followed sprayed on his body, immediately burning his clothes to black. Fortunately, he had cultivated to the second level of the strong muscles and bones, and the first-level and middle-level demon fire did not cause him much damage, but only a few blisters.

Wang Jing punched and kicked, slashing the other two in a row, his body was not afraid of flying swords and demon fire, and his desperate attitude made them tremble; Fu Bao had changed hands, and there was no object to protect, and those Dharma Protector monks had long lost their fighting spirit, and under the desperate efforts of Hong Xing and Senior Sister Yun, they all turned into birds and beasts and scattered, and went their own way.

Wang Jing took out a dozen fist-sized pieces of ore from the ring, his hand was like a wheel, and he threw it out with all his might, according to the back of the fleeing monk. Its speed is as fast as lightning, and its power is no less than that of a flying sword. One of the monks was agile and could dodge, and he was also frightened into a cold sweat and ran faster.

The remaining three pieces of ore smashed through the protection of the three monks and smashed them off the spirit beast. One person was hit in the head and died on the spot, one person was hit in the back of the heart and fell unconscious, one person was hit in the thigh, and after leaving the spirit beast, he rolled all the way forward, and Gu Jingfang made up a flying sword in the back and cut off his head.