"Boy, don't play tricks, otherwise, the monks of my Demon Sect will not be easy to mess with!" a hint of gloom flashed on the old man's face.

It stands to reason that it should be the two of them who have the upper hand, but at this moment, he has an inexplicable feeling, as if the other party has taken the initiative.

The woman's expression was also different, and the faces of both of them faintly flashed with surprise.

But then, Song Hao's actions dispelled their concerns again.

I saw that Song Hao's face showed a look of annoyance and helplessness, and he hesitated, but he still took off the storage bag on his waist.

This expression and actions fell in their eyes, which made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief, secretly laughing at themselves that they were suspicious just now, thinking about it, the other party is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and the realm is similar to that of his husband and wife, but as a casual cultivator, his strength must be much inferior, just a lonely person, his husband and wife join forces, what else is there to worry about.

"That's right, as long as you hand over your goods, the two of us are not willing to fight meaninglessly, so we will naturally open the net and let you live. ”

Looking at the storage bag in Song Hao's hand, the old man with thief eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of greed on his face, and his figure flashed, so he came to Song Hao's approach and reached out to pick it up.

But at this moment, Song Hao had a new move.

His left hand, which was originally shrunk in the sleeve of his robe, suddenly burst into flames, and a raging fire suddenly shot out from his fingertips, and the hot breath came to his face, accompanied by the five fireballs in a line, straight towards the old man's face, and smashed down fiercely.

At the same time, his right hand flipped over, and the palm of the hand holding the storage bag was clenched into an iron fist, and he shouted: "Look at the move, braised pig's trotters!"

Before the words fell, the heavy fist also smashed towards the other party.

"Do you dare to do it?" The woman in the distance reacted very quickly, and when she saw Song Hao's hand, she immediately opened her mouth, and a black light flashed, and a strange-shaped treasure suddenly erupted from her mouth.

The object is as black as ink, and at first glance, it looks like a wine jug.

As for the old man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, he was even more shocked and angry, and while withdrawing and retreating, he shook his hand and released a huge treasure.

It was actually a table of eight immortals.

Song Hao couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Although there are no specific rules for the specific shape of the cultivator's cultivation of the magic weapon, theoretically, you just have to make it into a computer keyboard, and no one else can control it.

But after all, there are very few magic weapons, not to mention that the magic weapons driven by the husband and wife are so weird.

Besides, the Eight Immortals Table, since it can be hidden in the cuffs, it is naturally reduced countless times, and when it comes out of his hand at this time, this treasure suddenly rises in the wind, and the surface is about to linger with demonic energy, like a fireball.

"Be careful, that's no ordinary fire bomb technique!"

The woman on the side seemed to see something, and she was shocked and opened her mouth to remind.

The old man with the eyebrows and eyes was slightly stunned when he heard this, but before he could react, the five fireballs that flew out were blurred for a while, and then they actually merged into one, and in their place was a ball of flames the size of an egg rising up, with blue light and glass, with a little brilliant gold in the middle.

Fairy Kitchen Sky Fire!

Just now it was just a trick to confuse people's ears and eyes, but at this moment, it is the true face of Song Hao's magical powers.

The next moment, a "poof" sound came into the ears, and the bright flame had collided with the magic weapon in the shape of the Eight Immortals Table.

As soon as it came into contact, the Eight Immortals Table let out a wail, and its spirituality was greatly damaged, and the whole was wrapped in flames, and it burned violently.

The old man was shocked, and he was drenched in cold sweat all over his body, and hurriedly pinched the magic with both hands, knowing that this Eight Immortals Table was a precious treasure that he had obtained with great difficulty, so he naturally didn't want to destroy it easily.

"Be careful!"

However, at this moment, there was a reminder in his ears, and almost at the same time, the figure flickered, and Song Hao had appeared in front of him.

On the surface of the fist, the aura was all over the place, and the braised pig's trotters in the gourmet boxing technique smashed into his face.

It's too late to hide, and the old man with the eyebrows and rat eyes can only open the body protection spirit shield.

This spell is the last defense of the monks, and it can be activated instantly, and it can be cast with a single thought, but unfortunately the specific defense effect is not satisfactory.

The whole process is complicated, in fact, it is just a momentary effort, just in a blink of an eye, the old man's situation is precarious, the woman on the side will naturally not stand idly by, she reminded the old man to be careful, immediately danced with both hands, and a series of spells rushed at the magic weapon in front of her.

With its movements, the lid of the wine jug opened, and a smell of wine filled the air, but Song Hao hurriedly held his breath, God knows if it is poisonous, this thought has not yet turned, the spilled wine has changed, accompanied by the sound of insects into the ears, dense centipedes come into view.

Of course, it is much longer than an ordinary centipede, and its size can catch up with that of an ordinary venomous snake, accompanied by a tooth-sore chirp, scrambling to pounce like Song Haofei.

Song Hao saw it clearly, but chose to ignore it, and injected more true qi into his fist, and a loud bang came into his ears, and the shield on the surface of the old man's body was smashed all over the place, but the speed of the fist was not affected, and it continued to smash into his face.

"Ahh

The old man screamed loudly, and the whole person was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and then crashed into the mountain wall, and the whole person was embedded in it like this, unable to move, and at the same time, there was more air in and less air out.

Then, Song Hao turned his head, and the dense centipede had come behind him.

In Song Hao's hand, a glittering ball appeared, and if he wanted to deal with this situation, Feng Jiaozhu was just right.

A white hurricane surged from the surface of the treasure.

This change is not an exaggeration, so all the centipedes were involved.

The crisis is over.

The woman's face was pale and bloodless.

"Impossible, where are you sacred, it is impossible for a casual cultivator to have such magical powers!"

You must know that the other party's realm is obviously different from his husband and wife, with one enemy and two, he actually divided his husband by two with three strikes, how could it be that he had a place to be a loose cultivator.

The woman couldn't help but regret it in her heart, she was blinded by greed, she knew that the other party was so good, even if she borrowed their courage, she would not trouble the other party.

However, it is too late to say this, whether it is in the immortal cultivation world or the world, there has never been a word of regret medicine, no matter who it is, as long as they make a choice, they will have to pay the price for their actions.

Of course, Song Hao will not answer the other party's questions, nonsense will only waste time, the top priority is to eliminate the other party as soon as possible, and then leave the right place.