"It turns out that you, a thief and a bald donkey, are stealing people, and you look too ugly, so let's kill yourself and disappear as soon as possible, so as not to stain our eyes." Wang Jing said with a smile. Feeling the cold pressure above the foundation building period on his body, he couldn't help but add a few more soft water light masks, and secretly released the last Yin Yin Flying Needle.

"The junior is in a hurry to find death, this seat will accept you!" The evil monk flew forward, revealing the black hole behind him.

The evil monk rushed to a distance of twenty zhang in front of Wang Jing in a blink of an eye, and just hit the flying needle that Wang Jing was ambushing here. The evil monk Shennian felt the danger, and instinctively turned his head to the side, and the flying needle pierced the bone next to his eye socket, and quickly melted away like ice and snow in the scorching sun, and disappeared in a blink of an eye into a puff of green smoke.

This fly is invincible against the monks of the Qi refining period, and it is an ornament for the monks above the foundation building period, and it will not play the slightest role, it seems that in the future, it will be necessary to prepare other means for the monks of the foundation building period.

Wang Jing was shocked, and hurriedly used the Cloud Spirit Seal with all his might, and applied the sluggish effect of the Cloud Spirit Seal Secret Technique to the evil monk. It's a pity that the Yun Ling Seal Sacrifice is too short, and in addition to preventing the Divine Mind from probing with some effect, it has little effect on dealing with the evil monks in the foundation building period. In the blink of an eye, the evil monk broke through Wang Jing's three defensive shields in a row, and slapped his palm on his chest fiercely.

The expected scene of the body being broken and blood splashing did not appear, and the evil monk was slightly stunned, and was surrounded by dozens of fireballs, suffering from a violent fire attack, allowing him to take the opportunity to interrupt Wang Jing's action.

Wang Jing was slapped by the evil monk more than ten zhang away, and fell to the ground like a broken sack, if it weren't for the fact that he was in the body of a heavenly demon and had successfully cultivated the muscles and bones, he was afraid that he would be a mutilated corpse at this time.

When Wang Jing was in danger, he activated dozens of fireball talismans in front of him, trapping the evil monk in it, and after the continuous explosion ended, the evil monk still stood in place, his face full of surprise. A junior at the tenth level of Qi refining actually escaped under his full blow, and he was unconsciously damaged. Now his monk's robe is broken, his hair is charred, and his body exudes the smell of burnt meat, and he obviously suffered a big loss by surprise.

"Old bald donkey, how does the barbecue taste like? Do you want to roast it again?" Wang Jing struggled to get up with blood on the corner of his mouth, took out a spirit pill and swallowed it with spirit wine, and said with a forced smile while quickly repairing his body. At this time, the bones in his chest were shattered, and he was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the action of the Heavenly Demon Immortal Body, and it was back to two or three percent in the blink of an eye.

"Junior, if it weren't for my cultivation that had just returned to the foundation building period, how could I let you escape from death, don't be too happy, since you two have entered here, you will both die." ”

The evil monk patted the storage bag on his waist, took out an eight-foot-long golden exorcism staff, injected mana slightly, and the staff stimulated countless wind blades the size of Zhang Xu, and quickly rolled towards Wang Jing and Zhen Mei'er.

When Zhen Mei'er saw the wind blade flying, her face was still with a faint smile, as if she didn't care about it in her heart. With a wave of her jade hand, she laid a blue ice wall in front of Wang Jing, and then pasted a golden talisman seal on herself, emitting a bright light shield to block herself in front of the ice wall. The wind blades seemed to be powerful and dangerous, but they all disappeared without a trace when they touched the light mask.

On the other hand, Wang Jing was much more embarrassed, although Zhen Mei'er's ice wall blocked most of the wind blades on the front, and there were many wind blades on the side attacking him. Wang Jing took ethereal steps, jumping up and down to dodge a large number of wind blades, but several wind blades still broke through the protective light shield and attacked him, cutting his arms and thighs into flesh. Fortunately, he had strong muscles and quick movements, and if an ordinary monk had been missing arms and legs, he would have been missing arms and legs.

The wind blade seems to be ferocious, and the damage to Wang Jing in the short term is not fatal.

In the interval between the staff and the wind blade, Wang Jing hurriedly launched a talisman counterattack, and a thick stack of fireball talismans was instantly activated by him, turning into dozens of red fireballs and shooting towards the evil monk. Although these fireballs didn't hit the Evil Monk, they did alleviate his second Wind Blade activation.

As soon as Wang Jing saw that the fireball talisman seal was effective, he took out all the talisman seals in the storage bag, and stimulated dozens of dozens of them at once, continuously attacking the evil monk. Perhaps the evil monk's mana has not really recovered to the foundation building period, and its Yin and Cold Exercises are restrained by fire spells, although the single fireball released by the fireball talisman made by the monk in the Qi refining period is not very powerful, but in the face of the fireball in the sky, the evil monk in the foundation building period is also in a hurry. The wind blade activated by the staff in his hand neutralized a large number of fireballs, and there were also fireballs that occasionally slipped through the net to attack him, burning him to the ground and making him extremely depressed.

Seeing that the wind blade was getting smaller and smaller, and the talisman seal in Wang Jing's hand was about to run out, this stalemate was about to end. Wang Jing took advantage of the evil monk to avoid the fireball, hurriedly tiptoed a little, quickly approached the evil monk, and at the same time waved his hands continuously, filling himself with two soft water light covers, not forgetting to use the last fireball talisman to open the way.

The evil monk was not full of vitality, and he was carelessly attacked by Wang Jing first, and suffered a big loss, and his actions were not very convenient, and he was bullied by Wang Jing in the blink of an eye. The evil monk gritted his teeth, stimulated the staff with all his might, and sent a dark cyan wind blade the size of a ruler at Wang Jing. Wang Jing only had time to block a golden shield in front of him, and with a whoosh, the wind blade halved all the shields, and the speed of the wind blade did not decrease, cutting through Wang Jing's protection of two layers of soft water light shield at once, and cutting a wound of two or three inches on his left chest, which was deeply visible, and blood shot out at once.

Wang Jing suffered a heavy blow, did not retreat, but advanced, flew up his left foot, and flew towards the heart of the evil monk. If this kick hits, the evil monk will lose half his life if he doesn't die. The evil monk couldn't retreat, gritted his teeth and swung the staff to his chest, but was kicked by Wang Jing and flew more than ten feet, deeply inserted into the mountain rock shrouded in dense fog, and the divine mana could not beckon him back for the time being.

After Wang Jing kicked desperately, the calf muscles and bones of his left foot had been shattered, and his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground heavily, drenched in cold sweat in pain. In a very short period of time, he activated hundreds of fireball runes, causing his divine thoughts and mana to be greatly damaged, and now he is seriously injured and has no strength to fight again.

Seeing this, the evil monk had a hideous look on his face, patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a black bowl that exuded a cold atmosphere. The evil monk sacrificed the bowl into the air, his hands flew like wheels, and he played dozens of tricks at the bowl. The bowl emitted a black light, and a black gas emerged from it, turning into a black-robed old man in the blink of an eye.