The runes on the teleportation array lit up one by one, and everyone looked at Lu Ming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Don't look at me like that. I'll only be the last to go. Otherwise, which of you will maintain the formation?" Lu Ming shrugged.

"I'll come!" Qin Yanxue was the first to speak. "I'm the team leader, after all. The claims she gave are irrefutable.

The teleportation array lit up. Qin Yanxue's figure disappeared. Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. This action made everyone's eyes full of suspicion.

"Ahem, you have to trust my abilities!" Lu Ming explained awkwardly.

Zhou Xingyun didn't say a word, and stepped on it directly.

Obviously, his behavior gave Lu Ming a lot of encouragement. Even the hand duel was a little faster. Zhou Xingyun only felt a flash of white light in front of him, followed by a sense of imbalance, and it wasn't until his footsteps touched the ground that he felt a sense of security.

Lu Ming's formation is still very reliable, but when he opened his eyes, he didn't even have the mood to scold his mother.

It took a sharp kick of his legs to dodge a stone spear.

Standing in front of him was a group of stout men in unclothed clothes. Everyone's skin was gray and looked very different from that of the monks. Their hair was either in braids that rose to the sky or scattered around their shoulders, and with their fierce expressions, a tyrannical aura came to their faces.

And the most important thing is that they have all kinds of patterns tattooed on their bodies, needless to say, these people are barbarians!

The hatred between the barbarians and the monks can no longer be described in words. If I had to describe it, it would be in one word, kill! This situation is even more extreme in the wild. If you are unfortunate enough to be surrounded by barbarians, dying in battle will be the best outcome.

Looking at the black head in front of him, Zhou Xingyun's mouth was bitter. Are you so unlucky? Lu Ming, you must look good when you go back!

Terran monks suddenly appeared beside him, and these barbarian warriors only felt that their eyes were red. For them, fighting is instinct.

"Kill!" Standing in the front row, a guy with a scar on his left eye suddenly raised the stone axe in his hand and roared angrily.

The atmosphere was suddenly detonated, and all the barbarian warriors rushed towards Zhou Xingyun like a tide.

"Kill!" there was no room for relaxation at this time. Zhou Xingyun summoned his own big kitchen knife, and the dark iron pot greeted him.

Although there are many monks of the barbarian race, fortunately, most of them are blood condensation and heavenly dust realm cultivation, which also gives Zhou Xingyun a chance.

There is a big difference in the realm between barbarian monks and immortal cultivators. This difference lies in the fact that the barbarians cultivate the soul. Don't look at their tattoos, they have all shapes, that's their soul!

Before the awakening of the ancestral soul, they cultivated themselves, and after the awakening of the ancestral soul, they cultivated their lives. To oppose oneself against heaven is for God. And the immortal cultivator relies on the communication between heaven and earth to go against the sky, so he is an immortal.

There are four realms of barbarian self-cultivation, blood condensation, heavenly dust, sacrificial bones, and ancestral souls. Blood coagulation is equivalent to the Qi refining period, Tianchen is equivalent to the foundation building period, sacrificial bones are equivalent to the Dan period, and the ancestral soul is equivalent to the Yuan Infant stage of the monk.

And now, Zhou Xingyun is besieged by a group of barbarian monks who are comparable to his own cultivation, and the danger must be not small.

Most of the barbarian monks' magic weapons were made of stone. But this should not be underestimated. The stone used to make magic weapons has a great name in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is called the Breaking Stone. The high-quality Spell-Breaking Stone can cut through the Spiritual Guardian Shield!

This is also the reason why Zhou Xingyun was embarrassed and abnormal at this time.

There were too many people, and a stone axe had just been dodged on the left, and another stone knife came on the right.

Zhou Xingyun took advantage of the gap between dodging to watch the situation around him. That's when the taxi got into his eyeliner.

It's clear that this guy is the leader of the group. Although it looks fierce, it is only the early stage of sacrificing bones. This can be seen in the bones of his hands.

The monk's hand bones at the beginning of the sacrificial bone will protrude extraordinarily. In the middle stage, the foot bones will protrude. In the later stage, the frontal bone protrudes, and finally the whole body bone sacrifice is considered to be completed after the sacrifice of the bones, and that time is the time to summon the ancestral soul.

Zhou Xingyun thought about it for a while, but decided to make a risky move. Just break out from this guy!

The strongest place of the enemy is also the weakest! Thinking of this, Zhou Xingyun made a mistake, and the kitchen knife slashed horizontally, cutting through a barbarian monk who was blocking in front of him. Only through the blood mist that it rushed in front of the barbarian monk.

He is the leader of the Qingfeng tribe and is fifty years old this year. There was no way, the Qingfeng tribe was just a small tribe and couldn't provide him with more cultivation resources. And now there is a great opportunity in front of him, war, plunder!

Under the leadership of the Twelve Witches, the barbarians once again set off a war. Where there is war, there are resources, and there is a chance to upgrade to a medium-sized tribe. No tribal leader would resist the temptation.

I cherished this opportunity very much, but I didn't expect that there would be a big opportunity in front of me just after coming here. Terran monk, this is a cultivation resource that can go! According to the distribution of military merits, a complete monk's body is worth the essence blood of three demon beasts!

Demon beast essence blood is the essence extracted from high-level demon beasts, and it is a necessary cultivation item for barbarian monks. The value is about 300 high-grade spars of Terran monks. In other words, Zhou Xingyun, an immortal chef with infinite scenery, is only worth three hundred high-grade spars!

The corners of the mouth raised a dangerous arc, this guy who doesn't measure himself, obediently give you Uncle Fan as a cultivation material!

"Bloody hair!" he roared violently to the sky, and the strange bird tattooed on his body glowed red. Immediately after that, he slashed at Zhou Xingyun who rushed over!

"Dang!" the stone axe was stopped by the black iron cauldron.

Zhou Xingyun under the dark iron pot was not having a good time. The strong shock caused blood to spill from the corners of his mouth. At this time, when your life is at stake, you can't retreat, and if you retreat, you will die!

"Ahh The Xuantie Cauldron suddenly raised an inch upward, and then his body became shorter, and he attacked the lower path of the tree.

A hint of disdainful sneer rose on his face, and lo and behold, this guy would do this kind of indiscriminate move. Just thinking about it, he quickly pulled back the stone axe, quickly returned to the defense, and slashed at the kitchen knife.

The stone axe was just halfway there, but Zhou Xingyun turned his body suddenly. This posture was practiced under the pursuit of the python. Although the movements are all anti-joint movements, Zhou Xingyun uses them like a cloud.

Even more brilliant is his kitchen knife. Gently swiping the neck of the tree, it seems that there is no strength, no fireworks. It even gives the feeling that it should be there.

In his mind, he was still surprised how Zhou Xingyun made this action, followed by a black eye.

Zhou Xingyun naturally didn't stay long, and before everyone could react, he paused and slammed past the woods and into the woods. It was just a few dodges and then it disappeared.

The remaining group of barbarian warriors who were at a loss seemed to be still thinking, why did their patriarch let him go so easily?