Outside Xishan Village, Venerable Lingtong, a monk of the Shi clan, turned a piece of talisman paper with the list in his hand into ashes with a look of disdain.

"It seems that the Venerable still needs to go and try it himself!"

Venerable Lingtong rose up, and the white lotus flowers under his feet condensed, and fell straight to the outside of the entrance of Xishan Village.

At the moment when the Spirit Child Venerable rose into the air, Su Baozhang and Yang Junping had already discovered each other's traces, and saw the lotus under the other party's feet, as well as the clothes and special hairstyles on their bodies, both of them knew that the person who came should be a monk of the Shi clan, and it should be a monk of the Shi clan equivalent to the real human realm!

Outside the village, at the moment when the Spirit Child Venerable stood still, there was a thunder rolling in the air above the West Mountain, and then a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the fog on the top of the West Mountain towards the direction of the Spirit Child Venerable.

Lingtong Venerable snorted coldly in his mouth, but his expression was a little solemn, he pronounced a Buddha horn in his mouth, and pushed it in front of him with one hand, and a golden Buddha Gang began to condense in front of him, forming a golden glazed barrier with a strange light.

With a crisp "crackle", dense cracks appeared in the position where the glazed barrier was split by the thunderbolt, and then extended outward a few regular lines, but this thunderbolt was really resisted.

"It really deserves to be the most domineering thunder light supernatural power of the human race, and the way of this human race formation is also wonderful, but that's all, if you want to break the Buddha Light Glass of the Venerable, there is still a fire short!"

Venerable Spirit Child smiled confidently, and walked through the shield of the large array with a single step, heading towards the village.

At the moment when the figure of the Spirit Child Venerable entered Xishan Village, the fog that had been shrouded in the top of the West Mountain for many years suddenly surged, and began to spread in all directions, finally enveloping the entire area covered by the Five Elements Thunder Light Treasure Array, and from a distance, it looked like a labyrinth completely covered by the fog.

In a wilderness more than 100 miles outside the county seat of Mengyu, the barbarian monk Shan Li looked at the burly monk of the Shi tribe in front of him, who was dressed in coarse cloth clothes and had a few patches on it, and asked, "Monk, why are you blocking our way?"

The monk of the Shi clan held the Buddha salute in his hand, bowed slightly and said: "Poor monk Jiahui, I have long heard that the cultivation of the tribal totem of the barbarian mountain is far beyond that of the monks of the same level, and I am here to ask for advice today!"

That Shanli "haha" smiled, and said: "We originally liked the fight or something, but there are still some things in our bodies today, you wait for a while, wait for us to settle a village over there, and then come back to compete with you, look at you like you are a penance, I heard that although there are few people in your line, but you are also the most able to fight, unlike the Qimiao line, which has always been oily, we have long wanted to compete with you." ”

Jiahui smiled slightly, and said: "Since Daoyou also have the idea of competing, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, wouldn't it be good for us to have a fight on this, why bother coming and going, waiting for people to be anxious." ”

Shan Li sneered and said, "Don't bully us old man with no brains, you ascetic guy appeared here to block our way, how could it be so coincidental? Could it be that there is some trap waiting for that spirit boy in the village in front of us? Although we don't like that spirit boy arrogant, we also know that your penance cultivation has always been at odds with the Seven Wonders line!"

Jiahui was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't explain, just whispered a Buddha name, still standing in front of Shan Li.

"But," at this time, he listened to the tone of the mountain range, and said: "Since it is a trap, then our old man will not follow the past to make do, in case he traps himself, it is not good, come and come, so we have done a game, since you are a monk who wants to harm the Qimiao One Bloodline, then our old man and you can be regarded as an ally!"

Before Jiahui could react, he saw that Shan Li on the opposite side had already made a move, raised his hand and spilled four bone teeth, but saw a giant beast suddenly appear, opened his bloody mouth and bit Jiahui's head.

In the swamp, the Taize Demon King was still fighting with the three of them, and the demon array shrouded in the demon nest was weakened by Yang Junshan. Yan Dazhi and other monks of the two factions are also getting weaker and weaker under the repeated attacks, but the Taize Demon King doesn't seem to take this to heart at all, and is still fighting with the three real people, and the entire swamp is stirred up by the changes in the wind and clouds, especially after the demon king turns into the original form of the body, the three people who could still have the upper hand can only fight with the demon king at most, and they are barely entangled.

At this time, Yang Junshan, under the leadership of Bao Yu'er, had already entered the cave of the Tize Demon King.

However, at the moment when the two of them stepped into the cave, Yang Junshan suddenly felt something, smiled slightly, and said, "Xiao Yu'er, your opponent is here!"

There was no voice from behind Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan knew that Bao Yu'er had also discovered the traces of the other party, and the battle between the two ghost clan monks was about to be staged.

Yang Junshan's gaze suddenly looked behind a stone pillar in front of him, and then a flickering cold light suddenly burst there, fighting dozens of times in an instant, and two black shadows appeared behind the stone pillar one after another, followed by disappearing.

After a while, Yang Junshan suddenly turned around and looked behind him, two eyes stared at the corner of the entrance of the cave as if they were substance, a sharp whistle hit the place where his gaze was fixed, and an exclamation came from there, a figure just rose from there, and a mountain rock had been chiseled through, followed by Bao Yu'er also flashed his figure, chasing towards the hidden figure, and instantly out of Yang Junshan's perception range.

Yang Junshan did not catch up, but continued to walk towards the cave, and at the same time observed the qiē around the cave, but found that this place was extremely simple, and there were many traces of movement on the ground, obviously, the original furnishings in the cave had been moved, which further confirmed Yang Junshan's previous speculation, the Taize Demon King had already gained insight into the news of the two factions joining forces to besiege, and had already begun to talk about the transfer of a qiē in the demon nest to other places, and there must be a secret passage to the outside world in this demon nest.

At this moment, Bao Yu'er suddenly came back from a passage in the cave, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Come on, I have found a treasure of the Taize Demon King!"

Yang Junshan's eyes flashed with frost, and without saying a word, he slashed towards the oncoming Bao Yu'er with one palm.

"Ahh

Bao Yu'er screamed, her figure was more than ten zhang away, but the ground where she was standing before was cut by an invisible cold light, and a crack several zhang deep was swayed, and the entire cave shook with it.

"What are you doing, are you crazy, it's me!" Bao Yu'er asked angrily.

Yang Junshan smiled: "Phantom Clan, it's a pity that the ability is still lower, you can't fool me!"

Yang Junshan's wrist flicked, and a rope wrapped around the body of "Bao Yu'er" like a swimming snake.

But I saw a strange smile on the corner of "Bao Yuer's" mouth, and at the moment when he was entangled by the "snake twist", the whole person collapsed like a bubble, and the snake was entangled.

"Magical powers?"

Yang Junshan sneered: "It's not as good as the hidden talent of the ghost clan!"

But he saw that there was suddenly a bronze mirror in his hand, and he shook it in front of him, and the range of more than ten zhang of the cave in front of him was covered by the light of the bronze mirror.

However, Yang Junshan was faster, a longbow in his hand did not know when it had been opened, with the sound of the bowstring, an arrow had already disappeared into the stone ridge and exploded, a cry of pain came, the original stone ridge had disappeared, and when Yang Junshan approached, he saw a pool of blood left on the ground, but the phantom monk had already lost his trace, obviously knowing that the enemy had fled.

Yang Junshan continued to walk forward, and at this time, he suddenly heard a sound of gold and iron resonating next to him, this sound was very strange, often like a firecracker exploded, and then it stopped abruptly, and then exploded again.

This is a typical fighting method between the monks of the ghost clan, the moment it shines on the face, it is a short burst, after a blow, it quickly retreats and waits for the opportunity to move, and then there is a short burst in an instant!

When Yang Junshan arrived, the life-and-death struggle between the two ghost clan monks had reached the last moment, but it was Bao Yu'er who completely fell into disadvantage!

This made Yang Junshan slightly stunned, as far as he knew, once the ghost clan monk fell into the downwind, he would turn around and run away, and he would not be stalking at all, Yang Junshan heard the movement before, and thought that Bao Yu'er and the other party's fighting method did not fall into the disadvantage, so he rushed to help.

And in front of him, Bao Yuer clearly fell into the downwind, but he was never forced to die by the opponent, but not only did he not retreat, but he also took the initiative to entangle, stalking and fighting, could it be said that Bao Yuer was captured by him since he was a child, and then he was accepted as a ghost by the tiger girl, has he forgotten the instinct of the ghost clan?

"What are you doing in a daze, come over and help!" Bao Yu'er said urgently.

Yang Junshan patted his head, what kind of ghost instinct, Bao Yu'er is clearly because she still has a helper by her side, so she is unscrupulous!

Before Yang Junshan could make a move, the ghost clan monk retreated, but he reacted very quickly, and immediately carried forward the ghost clan style, and when he saw that there were many people on the other side, he wanted to retreat.

It's a pity that Bao Yu'er had already expected him to be like this, and under the shroud of Yang Junshan's spiritual sense, he couldn't hide his whereabouts at all.

Yang Junshan stepped on the ground, and a figure staggered out of the void more than ten zhang away, and the whole person looked as if he was drunk.

At this moment, a short dagger chased after him like a tarsal bone, and went straight to the back of the figure, and the man's body stiffened violently, and then he fell to the ground and convulsed, and the blood under his body flowed out like a waterfall.

The dagger leaped in mid-air like a nimble fish, and the blade had already slashed through the throat of the demon monk.

Bao Yu'er's figure was revealed not far away, but at this time, Bao Yu'er's face was full of joy, and he took three steps and two steps to the corpse of the ghost monk, broke his fingers, and took down a ghost weapon like a brush.