Xue Wenrui just pretended to throw out a few low-level spells, and his divine mind was always paying attention to everyone's every move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 It seems that this "Senior Brother Ying" also understands that as long as Pan Kaikang is still in the team, it will be difficult for them to escape smoothly. This blow should have been prepared by him earlier, probably originally to sneak attack Pan Kaikang, but now it was used to escape for his life.

Xue Wenrui's divine thoughts shrouded the large handful of talismans, and suddenly his expression moved, and there was a thumb-sized round grain in this talisman, which was obviously not a talisman, but it was mixed in, there must be some conspiracy, but I don't know if Pan Kaikang also noticed it.

The talisman of "Senior Brother Ying" was slower than his junior brothers, and it slammed directly on the magic shield. These talismans were all low-level talismans, which did not have any effect on the magic shield in the slightest, and even Pan Kaikang did not waste any mana.

Just as he sneered, his face suddenly froze, and he saw that the round grain, after touching the magic shield, instantly exploded, turning into a ball cage composed of golden silk threads, trapping Pan Kaikang in it.

"Senior Brother Ying" was happy on his face, this bead was a treasure at the bottom of his box, it was a very rare magic weapon to trap the enemy, and it was a high-grade magic weapon. The artifact has a very imposing name, called the "Prisoner Immortal Pearl", and it is said to be an imitation of a well-known magic weapon.

Previously, he asked his fellow disciples to make a move, and threw out a large handful of talismans, which were all disguises, and the ultimate goal was to use this magic weapon to sneak attack, but he didn't expect Pan Kaikang to be too conceited, and he was actually killed by him in one fell swoop.

"Trap him!" "Senior Brother Ying" shouted.

For a while, the disciples of the Blood Hand Sect all came to know each other, and the "Freezing Technique", "Gabion Technique", "Vine Technique", and "Iron Prison Technique" attacked one after another to trap the enemy, and there were also one after another trapping the enemy talismans, trapping Pan Kaikang in it layer by layer, and after a while, it became a round ball the size of ten zhang.

Xue Wenrui also threw out a few trapped enemy talismans, and they were also low-level high-grade talismans, and their power was equivalent to the spells of Spirit Crystal Realm cultivators. Now that he has no oil and water to fish, he naturally doesn't want Pan Kaikang to kill "Senior Brother Ying" casually.

Pan Kaikang's unwilling roar came from the huge ball. After the seizure, he had never encountered such an aggrieved thing, and he was trapped by a group of juniors without noticing it for a while, which was a great humiliation for him. The bead magic weapon that trapped him, as well as the layers of spells, it was estimated that it would take him more than an hour to break it.

Seeing that Pan Kaikang was trapped, "Senior Brother Ying" couldn't hide the joy in his heart, compared to his life, he didn't feel distressed at all when he gave up a magic weapon, not to mention that as long as he joined with the same door who came to help, the magic weapon would be able to get it back sooner or later, and even the storage bag on Pan Kaikang's body might be his own.

"Senior Brother Ying" waved his hand: "Go!"

The remaining nearly twenty Spirit Crystal Realm disciples of the Bloody Hand Gate quickly flew into the distance, and Xue Wenrui hid in the team, following unhurriedly.

Pan Kaikang had already put away the defensive shield on his body, and the spiritual power in his body was tumbling, and one spell after another smashed on the "Prisoner Immortal Bead".

The smoke in the "Prisoner Immortal Pearl" was billowing, Pan Kaikang's originally neat bun had been scattered, and the whole person was as if he had just come out of the coal hole, and he was depressed.

Half of the spiritual power in his body has been consumed, but this "Prisoner Immortal Pearl" is only crumbling, and there is still a long way to go before it is broken.

The anger in his heart was uncontrollable, and he vowed to kill the "Senior Brother Ying", those disciples of the Bloody Hand Sect, and the "Hou Xinghuai" who dared to attack him.

He hadn't experienced this kind of situation for decades, and since he came to this small country of South Vietnam, he had devoted himself to cultivation, hoping to break through the Jiedan Realm and even the Spirit Infant Realm as soon as possible, so that he could go back to take revenge as soon as possible.

He has always been smooth sailing, thousands of people singing, ten thousand people harmonizing, is the object of all the high-level attention of Tianlong Academy, is the focus of attention in the southern region of the entire Nanyue Kingdom, and his cultivation is even more progressive, making all disciples blush.

Faintly, he has regarded himself as the first person of the younger generation of Nanyue, and secretly even looks down on this remote Nanyue country, and even looks down on the southern region of Nanyue country in this remote corner.

But now, he was teased by a few reptiles in the southern region of Nanyue, how could he not be angry.

He did not hesitate to spend his spiritual power, and smashed it on the "Prisoner Immortal Pearl" with one move, and the spell shook back, making him feel as if he was standing in the raging wind, the spiritual power shield could not support it, and his clothes were shattered, turning into wisps.

After another half of tea, the "Prisoner Immortal Pearl" finally whimpered, turned into a bead again, and was received by Pan Kaikang in his hand. He put a few marks on the "Prisoner Immortal Pearl" and threw it into his storage bag.

At this moment, the "round ball" composed of various spells and talismans that trapped him also shook and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Pan Kaikang's heart tightened, his divine thoughts were released, and he randomly returned to his original state, and the disciples of Tianlong Academy arrived outside.

The spells and talismans outside were much worse than the "Prisoner Immortal Bead", and with the joint efforts of the inside and outside, it only took dozens of breaths for all the spells to be broken.

With a long roar of anger, Pan Kaikang rushed out of it, and the mask on his face was long gone, revealing a handsome but angry face.

"Senior Brother!" "Senior Brother!" The disciples of Tianlong Academy came up one by one to salute.

Although Pan Kaikang was cold and arrogant, he couldn't ignore these junior disciples who had helped him, and arched his hand to everyone, which was regarded as a return gift.

Those disciples already knew about Pan Kaikang's Qinggao character, but they didn't care about it.

Pan Kaikang looked at the place where Xue Wenrui and the others fled with anger on his face, changed his clothes and masks, and said to everyone: "The bloody hand gate has insulted me too much!

"Yes, big brother!"

A group of people flew into the magic weapon and galloped away.

Half a day later, nearly thousands of miles away, a huge valley spread for dozens of miles, and the mountains on both sides were like the armrests of the Taishi chair, encompassing the valley.

In the valley, the aura is rich, and pieces of thick fog rise, half-covering the mountains, like a shadow, quite a momentum of cultivating immortals.

Pan Kaikang and his party hurriedly flew towards the valley, approaching the valley, Pan Kaikang's footsteps immediately paused, and his arms were raised, so that the monk behind him stopped.

Xue Wenrui, who was hiding in the mountains, sighed, this Pan Kaikang's divine thoughts were too powerful, and the cultivators of the Bloody Hand Gate were uneven, although they had restrained their breath, how could they all avoid the detection of his divine thoughts.

If they had waited until they entered the valley, they would have fallen into the siege of the Bloody Hand Gate, and now this ambush plan had clearly failed.

"Kill!" Senior Brother Ying's words sounded in time.

One spell after another, a handle of magic weapons, rushed to the sky.

Dozens, dozens...... When nearly a hundred shadows smashed overwhelmingly towards the disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Academy, they who were still happy to catch up with the disciples of the Bloody Hand Sect suddenly did not have a trace of blood on their faces.

They couldn't figure out why so many Bloody Hand Sect disciples had suddenly come.