Seeing that Huo Wushuang on the side was full of nervousness, Niu Er said in a low voice: "Don't worry, eldest sister, my three brothers haven't done their best yet, and this battle will be won." ”

Before the words fell, I heard Yuan Kong laugh and said, "Fatty, Uncle Yuan has accepted these magic weapons for you, baby, come to the bowl." ”

In the vast sky, suddenly an immeasurable golden light erupted, as bright as the scorching sun, I saw Yuan Kong holding a big black bowl with one hand, the golden light poured down like a river of nine heavens, overwhelmingly flowing down, all the magic weapons around him, as if like smoke returning to the nest, all the brains were thrown into it.

"Oh my God, what kind of treasure is this?"

The demon cultivators of the mountains were all shocked, and looked at the monkey with a dumbfounded bag, pinching his waist with one hand, holding the bowl with the other, looking up to the sky and laughing, and constantly shouting: "Baby, come to the bowl." ”

"I'm dreaming, right?" A little demon pinched himself hard, grinning in pain, and then stared blankly at the scene happening in front of him, unbelievable.

In an instant, hundreds of brilliant and dazzling divine lights disappeared into the black bowl, and only a yellow-haired monkey squeezed his eyebrows and shouted at the fat white monk: "Boy, what other treasures, just use them, grandpa will not refuse." ”

"You ......"

The white and fat monk was stunned, and immediately reacted, angry, his eyes were red, almost dripping blood, his true qi was out of control, and a lot of blood spewed out from one mouth, straight into the air, poof, smashed on the hill, smoke and dust everywhere.

Hiss -

Everyone gasped, and their eyes immediately became hot when they looked at Yuan Kong, especially the big black bowl, which seemed to be an ordinary farmer's dinner late. Now it has condensed tens of thousands of eyes, staring at them all.

For thousands of years in ancient and modern times, the magic weapons and treasures refined in each era have emerged in endlessly, but no one has ever seen a single thing that can restrain many treasures. There are all kinds of magic weapons in the world.

"Could this be the legendary cornucopia?" Huo Wuyi's eyes lit up, the flames around him jumped, and he couldn't help but pounce on him, grab it in his hand, and take a serious look.

"I'm afraid this is an immortal treasure, right?" Niu Yixian was also taken aback and looked excited. I feel my throat play dry and swallow my saliva constantly.

Niu Er was a little speechless, no wonder Yuan Kong deliberately fought for this person before the battle, and Xiong Yue and Huo Wuyi stretched out their fingers to compare, obviously wanting to share the spoils.

Come to think of it. Niu Er's intestines were repentant, and his eyes were indignant, why didn't he stretch out two fingers at that time?

"Well, what a vicious method. ”

At this time, a sudden burst of shouts came, and everyone looked at it, only to see that in the hurricane, Xiong Yue glared angrily. A three-inch-sized hole was cut in the cloak behind his back, and a thin black needle was pinched in his palm.

The faint luster shone brightly, and the black needles writhed back and forth like poisonous snakes. There is a strange layer of turquoise color attached to it, and there is a light smell coming from it, which makes people feel sick, dizzy, and a little unstable.

It was such a powerful poisonous gas, and the faces of many demon cultivators changed greatly. They covered their mouths and noses one after another, and they were really angry and protected their bodies. Protect against toxic gases.

Unexpectedly, the two of them officially fought the method, and this monk who looked like a scholar actually hinted at a hot hand. If you are pierced by this needle, don't say that it is a Yuanying monk, but I am afraid that the realm of transforming gods will not be able to stop it, and you will end up with a dead body, and there will be no bones.

This move is a loss of morality of the demon clan, and is despised by all the demons in the world, if it weren't for the subordinates of the prince of the fox, I am afraid that he would have been attacked by the crowd long ago, and the soul of the killing was scattered.

The monk was also a little embarrassed, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his true qi suddenly swelled a few chips, urging the hurricane sand and stones with all his strength, and suppressed it towards the center, trying to take the opportunity to crush Xiong Yue to death.

"Hmph, look at your grandfather's magic weapon. ”

Without waiting for everyone to think about it, Xiong Yue threw out a stone seal in his hand, which rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a stone tablet of more than fifty zhang in size, flashing with a dark luster, and an ancient and vicissitudes of terror coerced and overwhelming. ...

The boundless pressure rolled in, time seemed to stand still in an instant, the wind stopped, the sand and stones fell, and the scholar monk's whole body was imprisoned, still agitated with his true qi, his eyes were red with urgency, and he was powerless to break through the heavy pressure like a mountain.

Poof――

The Great Seal landed with a bang, and the monk was directly crushed into a puddle of flesh, and the blood splattered several feet away, gurgling down the cracks in the rocks.

"The little monk also dares to play tricks with your grandfather Xiong, it's really beyond his strength. ”

Xiong Yue raised his head with his chest straight, looking like a master outside the world, he stepped to that place, and with a wave of his hand, the big seal shrank rapidly, and was taken into his hand, and he glanced at the trembling and frightened Yuan Ying, and turned back to Niu Er.

At this moment, many people couldn't believe their eyes, especially the demons of Cangmu Mountain, who were familiar with Xiong Yue, widened their eyes and carefully looked at the imposing and unfathomable black bear, was that their own second young master?

There was silence for a while, everyone was stunned, and they opened their mouths wide to look at the scene in front of them, the five guards of the prince of the fox, three of them were seriously injured, one of their bodies was broken into pulp, and only the last one was still holding on.

These people are really cultivators in the Border Wilderness, why are the magic weapons in their hands so rebellious? They are three points more powerful than the guards cultivated by the Prince of Foxy.

At this time, although Huo Wuyi was fighting, he had already sensed the situation here, and his hidden supernatural power was exerted to the extreme, as if a line of fire was shuttling through the air, and the red fire feathers were shining with a little golden light, extremely sharp, and constantly killing towards the man in feather.

However, that person is also experienced, not anxious at all, and defends with all his might, and a layer of invisible blades is wrapped around his body, allowing him to attack as fiercely as a storm, but it is always difficult to cross half an inch.

Huo Wuyi frowned slightly, his body was stunned, the sea of fire in the sky contracted, and three thousand fire feathers flew back upside down, blending into his back, taking a deep look at the man, turning his hand and taking out a strange weapon.

It was a claw, the baby's arm was thick, three feet long, the whole body was jet black and shiny, smooth and scaleless, and the front end was divided into three toes, and each toe stretched out about an inch of silver blade, and the breath was extremely cold.

An ancient and noble aura permeated, and all the monks felt a shock in their hearts, and felt a sense of urgency in their blood, as if facing a powerful existence like an ancient immortal king, and the terrifying aura made people feel creepy.

What kind of beast's claws are that?

The hearts of the demons were shocked, with just one claw, there was the power of the combined demon, which shocked the demon cultivation of the mountain, so how high is the cultivation of its body, is it the remnants left by the ancient divine beasts?

The feather-clad monk on the other side was also shocked, and his spirit was in full swing, if it weren't for the fact that he was competing at this moment, I am afraid that he would turn around and run away, and he would not be against him at all.

"Be careful. Huo Wuyi said lightly.

With a flick of the beast's claws, the three toes silently cut through the void, and the black void crack spread rapidly, like an arrow from the string, flying out quickly, cutting through three black lines in the air, whistling.

The feather-robed monk frowned, his expression was extremely solemn, his hands drew all kinds of complicated trajectories, and the layers of void turbulence in front of him seemed to be superimposed layer after layer of invisible true qi.

Click――

With a crisp sound, the Feathered Monk's face changed suddenly, his eyes were panicked, and he hurriedly dodged, but he didn't have time to completely avoid it, a black line crossed his shoulder, scarlet dots, and an arm that was still stretched and retracted was three-dimensional.

"I admit defeat—"

The Feathered Monk's face turned pale, and he shouted, and hurriedly grabbed the fallen arm, pressed it to his shoulder, and shot his body backwards, looking at Huo Wuyi's eyes full of fear.

Thousands of miles of mountains, vast and lush, the breeze blows, and the leaves move.

On the nameless hill, there was a deathly silence, no one spoke, and everyone remained silent.

Five battles and five victories, this is the pride of the Bianhuang Demon Cultivator, but no one dares to cheer, because the one who lost was the Prince of the Fierce Spirit, a descendant of the immortal demon fairy who ruled over hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains and was extremely noble.

These five battles are equivalent to a cruel slap in the face, which made the prince who originally came violently and crushed Wushan with the Demon Domain Tianjiao lose face.

Although there was silence for thousands of miles, anyone could feel that the suppressed anger of the prince in the luxury car was like a volcano about to erupt, extremely violent and uneasy.

"Hey, the car that was said to be run over is ours, you can't talk and don't talk. A hearty voice came out from afar, making thousands of demon cultivators stunned. (To be continued)