Liangbi, who had turned into the body of the frog, sensed the changes in the array, and was amazed by the tacit cooperation of the human monks.

In his idea, dividing the Terran monks into two parts and surrounding them, as long as they took the lead in killing half of the people who maintained the stone spear formation, then the rest of the part would be much easier to solve.

In order to achieve this goal, he, who had already led the team to complete the ambush and encirclement, even watched the Terran monks open the formation of the Underworld Thunder Island.

In his mind, as long as the monks who maintained the formation experienced three days of mana consumption, and then the low-level disciples from the island dragged them down, they could be easily wiped out.

Unexpectedly, the seamless ambush was discovered.

Looking at the appearance of that sword cultivator, it seems that he found it very early, but I don't know why, he has not spoken out to remind everyone.

When Jian Xiu arrived, Liang Bi clearly sensed a feeling of being targeted by Kunpeng as food.

Although it was only a momentary palpitation, he just thought it was an illusion at the time, but now after seeing Jian Xiu's performance, he understands that he has done something stupid.

I didn't notice the abnormality earlier, and three days had passed, which was enough for the little squint-eyed sword cultivator to notify the helper to come and respond.

Liangbi, who was stupidly crying by himself, wanted to hammer his head.

Seeing that the Terran monks who maintained the formation were rescued, with the sharp attack of the Terran warboat, the formation could not stop them at all.

As long as the two gangs converge, even if he has the means to reach the sky, he will not be able to kill each other before the Terran reinforcements arrive.

When the other party comes to reinforcements, it may not be who will die at that time.

Knowing that the mission had failed, Liangbi did not dare to delay it for a long time, so he had to order a retreat under the pressure of going back and being punished.

Fight if you want, and leave if you want.

Where in this world is there so much cheapness for him to take advantage of?

Xiao Shui Zhenjun immediately discovered the change in the demon cultivation formation, left the Zhenjun who was still in a defensive state, and turned into a silver thread and appeared beside Liangbi.

This is the formation from the Great Sage!

You come and go so freely, do you really think I'm a dead man? I'm not a pig demon!

Liangbi was furious at Xiao Shui Zhenjun's style of coming and going freely in the formation, and whipped his tail fiercely at Xiao Shui Zhenjun, who had just appeared.

In front of the fan-shaped tail the size of a zhang, his figure was like a child facing a giant man.

This lazy-looking man was glaring in the face of the roaring Jiaowei, and rushed towards Jiaowei with one sword.

It seems that he wants to shake the tail hard.

Liangbi was overjoyed when he saw Xiao Shui Zhenjun who was crazy, Jiaowei had been refined by him for thousands of years, and its hardness was second only to Jiaojiao.

Waiting for Xian Lingbao to let him smoke like this, it will definitely burst.

Terran monks are notoriously physically weak, even if they are known for their physical strength, they are no different from papier-mâché lanterns in front of the demon cultivators' physique.

Since this annoying sword cultivator in front of him sent himself to death, Liangbi happily added another strength, so that he could shoot this guy into a meatloaf, and he didn't have to look at it to annoy himself.

The sharp pain in his heart told him that he was thinking too much!

Liangbi, who had not yet recovered from his senses, had no chance to think about it again.

The huge Jiao head was drilled out of a transparent hole a few feet thick by a transparent flying sword that came out of nowhere, and it was bubbling with blood.

As the huge frog corpse was put away by Xiao Shui Zhenjun, the soul dementor array that the demon cultivators relied on instantly dispersed, and the big demons who were executing the retreat order suddenly revealed their hiding and looked a little flustered.

The great array of yin wind suddenly disappeared, and the Terran monks also felt inexplicable.

However, seeing that the demon cultivator was also flustered, how could he let go of such an opportunity to take advantage.

These demon cultivators are all walking spirit stones, and the more they leave, the more they earn.

The highest-level demon beast materials on the market are all produced by third-order demon beasts.

Once the demon beasts transform into demon cultivators, most of them choose to live in groups, and there is no longer any possibility of being hunted.

The various materials and inner pills on the body of the Transformation Demon Cultivator are all very valuable to the Yuanying True Monarch, and every time they appear sporadically, they will provoke the Yuanying True Monarchs of the various sects to compete endlessly.

Now that there is an opportunity to blatantly hunt demon cultivators, the true monarchs of the various sects suddenly pounced on them with red eyes, and rushed towards the demon cultivators who were still standing in place in a daze.

Qingping Zhenjun seemed even more excited, and directly ordered: "Yun'er, you help me control the battle boat and harass the slowest Wang Ba." ”

Qingping Peak's war boats are like fast grass filled with dense anti-aircraft guns, but the central part is a grass hut in a random manner, and the appearance is very ugly.

If people who are not familiar with the details see this bird-like warship, they will definitely not associate it with the resounding name of the Evil Destroying Warboat.

If you want to break your head, you wouldn't have thought that Qingping Zhenjun relied on this war boat to hunt a shape-shifting demon in the early days of Yuanying, and at the same time defeated the four Yuanying Zhenjun who came to pick up the bargain.

Hao Yun knew that the reason why Zhenjun chose to control the battle boat by himself must have valued his familiarity with anti-aircraft guns.

After all, as long as Ma Jinlong makes something good, the first person to enjoy it is himself.

The big king eight in Qingping Zhenjun's mouth is a huge turtle with a shell of ten zhang square. is supporting the little short legs and looking left and right, as if looking for a good way to preside over the formation.

Only a distance of more than twenty zhang, the giant head of the turtle appeared in Hao Yun's eyes.

"Bang", Hao Yun politely fired a shot at the unicorn on the sea **, so that the other party knew that it was he who attacked.

The warhead that was enough to punch the third-order demon beast into a transparent hole did not bring any damage to the turtle, not even a single white mark was left, and the warhead did not know where it was bounced.

The giant turtle felt the attack from behind and did not turn around, but stretched its neck and turned its head directly.

Seeing that the warship attacking him was so simple, he suddenly cracked his mouth and revealed a terrifying smile.

A hockey ball the size of a foot spewed out of his mouth, swaying towards the Evil Breaker Warboat.

For the warboat and this giant turtle, the distance of more than 20 zhang is tantamount to hand-to-hand combat.

Hao Yun naturally didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly mobilized intensive firepower to dismember the ice hockey, and took advantage of the situation to operate nearly half of the anti-aircraft guns to concentrate on the turtles.

The giant turtle thought that the war boat behind him could not cause damage to him, so he spit out an ice ball and turned around to defend against Qingping Zhenjun in front of him.

There was a tickling attack from the turtle's shell, and it ignored it.

This level of harassment has already made Qingping Zhenjun very satisfied, anyway, with the speed of this big stupid turtle, he shouldn't be able to run out of his palm.

In order to control the Qingping Sword with a good time, Qingping Zhenjun concentrated his strength to release the attack on the turtle's limbs and head.

Although the Terran monks were flanked back and forth, the turtle did not show any panic.

With a clear eye, he waved his thick limbs and barbed tail, and flew the attacks from Qingping's sword one by one.

Hao Yun was a little annoyed when he saw that his attack did not cause any damage, and he didn't even arouse the interest of the other party's defense.

He had a lot of experience with wild hands when he was trained as a teenager as a young killer, and knew that the tail played a pivotal role in the balance of these beasts.

The tail of the giant turtle in front of me seems to play a bigger role.

Although it looks a little harder than Qingping's sword, if it can cause a little damage, it should play a lot of harassing role.

Thinking of this, Hao Yun stopped the attack, closed his eyes and restarted the attack mode after a little calculation in his mind.

The big turtle felt the tickling attack behind him stop, and was also a little surprised, and hurriedly looked back to see what was going on.

He couldn't calm down anymore when he saw the silver bullet forming a spear and stabbing straight at the base of his tail.