Each spike shone with a metallic luster under the moonlight, and the sharp blades made people's scalps tingle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It was only a few breaths of time, and the ground was full of thick spikes, rising into the sky, and the incomparable edge permeated out, wanting to pierce the sky.

The dryad shot angrily, and it should not be underestimated.

The dense thick spikes rose to a height of dozens of zhang in an instant, growing wildly under the feet of the two of them, and the rolling demonic qi was surging in it, if it fell into it, there were no bones left, and there was no survival.

This move is quite terrifying, and it is difficult for ordinary earth warriors to resist. The tree spirit is a real demon immortal cultivator, although he has been imprisoned for thousands of years, but with the help of the power of the boundless moon, his cultivation has been restored. But are the old monk and Han Li ordinary monks? Han Li didn't say anything, he was in the Heavenly Chong Realm with proper combat power. Although the old monk is a little weaker, his profound cultivation cooperates with the secret methods of Buddhism, and he is proud of the gods, especially the suppression of demonic energy by Buddha's qi, which makes him like a fish in water.

Han Li looked at the sharp spikes that bulged under his feet and struck out blatantly.

Holding Tai Chi with both hands on his chest, his whole body was full of momentum, and a powerful ice power surged out of his body, turning into white dragons circling around him, and the huge dragon heads roared one after another, with all the scales and armor, exuding a terrifying cold air. The Heavenly Demon Immortal Body has been trained to become the first heavy, and the internal force in his body has skyrocketed several times, far surpassing the Earth Martial Artist, and now he is attacking with all his strength, and the wind and clouds will change color.

"Ang"

With a high-pitched dragon groan, the space trembled, and the spatial ripples like water waves spread out in all directions.

The essence of light flashed in his eyes, and the ice power in his body surged out wildly again, and the ice dragons soared, turning into dozens of zhang long, and the terrifying cold air froze everything, the temperature in a radius of dozens of miles from Lanruo Temple plummeted, the cold wind howled, and hexagonal snowflakes fell from above the sky, with a biting cold.

"Ice Hell!"

Four words gently spit out from his mouth, and his palms were violently pushed out, and dozens of huge ice dragons roared out, and wherever he passed, endless cold qi erupted, and even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was frozen.

"Ang"

"Ang"

"Ang"

Giant dragons spread their teeth and danced their claws, crisscrossing the space wantonly, and the cold air was endless.

"Boom, boom!"

The giant dragon slammed into the surging spikes, the rolling demonic energy and ice power exploded, the space trembled, the dragon body rolled, the spikes broke, and dense spikes broke out of the earth, endlessly.

A terrifying roar came out of the mouth of the thousand-year-old tree spirit, his face was hideous, and thousands of black tentacles danced wildly behind him, and his powerful power was undoubtedly revealed, and the rolling demonic qi was surging, and Wushuang Yuehua was sucked into his body by it.

The terrifying power has long turned the Lanruo Temple not far away into a ruin, the main hall collapsed, the courtyard wall was shattered by the overflowing energy, and the glorious Lanruo Temple was gone, leaving only a ruin shrouded in the moonlight.

"Give me death!" The tree spirit burst out with a loud shout, and the furious demonic aura surged towards Han Li, and the countless roots behind him were pulled out again, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Hahaha, you are all going to die, all of you are going to die!" its face showed madness, and it couldn't stop laughing, as if it had seen the scene of two people dying tragically at its hands, it was the pleasure of revenge, and he wanted to wash away the suffering of a thousand years with human blood.

The old monk looked at the ruined Lanruo Temple, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye, he turned his head to look at the thousand-year-old tree spirit who was laughing non-stop, and a killing intent suddenly rose in his heart, and the Buddha's heart that had been cultivated for decades appeared a little rippling, and even the Buddha had angry eyes under the throne, and he was a mortal.

"Snap"

The old monk's robe danced wildly, the wide monk's robe bulged, the rolling mana came out of the body, straight into the sky, the Buddha light around him skyrocketed, and the gentle Buddha power lingered around him, setting him off as if he were a living Buddha.

The old monk's decades of Buddhism cultivation can not be said to be profound, although the reputation of Lanruo Temple is not obvious, but almost every generation of abbots are high monks, people of great virtue, thousands of years of profound heritage, all kinds of Buddhist secret techniques are innumerable, the old monk is the secret of Lanruo Temple is not passed on "King Kong Demon Sutra", only the abbot can practice.

I saw that the old monk was covered in a layer of gold dust, flashing with golden light. Even his eyes are golden, and his body is filled with great power, which can shatter space with a single punch and kick.

On the other side, dozens of ice dragons and endless spikes shot out by Han Li were constantly entangled, and powerful forces broke cracks in the space from time to time. In the end, dozens of ice dragons suddenly exploded, turning into endless, terrifying power of the strongest cold air, a radius of hundreds of zhang was instantly frozen, and the sharp huge spikes all turned into huge icicles, standing on the ground, densely packed, each of which was dozens of zhang high.

The old monk's eyes widened, and two divine lights pierced the space.

"Click!"

He stepped out with one step, and the powerful force crushed the void under his feet, like a broken mirror. The two fists slammed out, the Buddha's light was sheng, and a golden fist the size of a hundred zhang blasted towards the demonic qi and roots, the space shattered, and the void shook, just like an ancient fierce beast, and the terrifying power was shocking.

"Boom boom"!

The golden fist and the pitch-black demonic qi, the huge tentacles dancing wildly collided together, and the powerful qi swept the heavens and the earth, within a radius of thousands of zhang, the boulder exploded, the ancient wood toppled down, and the rolling vitality storm turned into sharp blades, leaving deep ravines in the ground.

Gold and black were entangled, not giving in to each other, the old monk's face was flushed, and the mana in his body turned into a long dragon gushing out, which could be stopped.

In the distance, the face of the thousand-year-old tree spirit suddenly smiled strangely, and then an emerald green long sword appeared in its hand, the sword body did not contain a trace of impurities, like a blue spring, a little cold light crossed, the long sword turned into a layer of sword curtain, the figure of the tree spirit quietly disappeared, and an inconspicuous green streamer mixed with the rolling demonic aura rushed towards the old monk.

At this moment, neither of Han Li noticed this green ray, they were dealing with the rolling demonic energy.

"Poof!" The old monk smashed the tentacles he had drawn with one palm, but he suddenly saw a emerald sword light in his eyes, and he was shocked, and secretly said that it was not good. In an instant, the figure of the tree spirit appeared in front of the old monk, and the sword light in his hand exploded, rolling up a sharp sword qi and slashing towards the old monk.

Life and death are only in this moment.

At this moment, it is impossible to dodge, the speed of the tree spirit is so fast, the old monk can only try his best to turn his head over, avoid the vital point, the emerald green long sword slashed through his chest, a half-finger-deep sword mark almost split him in half, blood surged, the old monk endured the severe pain, the mana exploded all over his body, his body was deflected, and the long sword that was turned back passed by, and his body retreated rapidly. How could the tree spirit let go, the dry five fingers of his left hand slammed out, and the powerful demonic energy slapped on the back of the old monk.

"Whew"

The old monk was hit again, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

All of this happened between the lightning and flint, from the sneak attack of the tree spirit to the serious injury of the old monk was only a matter of moments, and by the time Han Li reacted, the old monk was still receiving a palm.

He flew up, took the old monk's rag-like body with both hands, and the blood stained the monk's robe and his official robe.

"Master, how is it?" Han Li said urgently, his hands constantly giving the old monk his internal strength, temporarily stopping the wound.

"Ahem!"