"I'm going to fight with the demon beast!" someone sacrificed a giant hammer and fought it with a desolate baby demon, and the long tongue of the baby demon instantly wrapped the man and swallowed it into his belly, and then stared at Sanxiu with greedy eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Fellow Daoists, don't panic, these demon beasts are powerful, and they must be destroyed together by everyone's strength. We have to form a team and cooperate with each other, so that we can't be broken by the monsters one by one. Please join us as soon as possible!" the people of the Eight Great Sects roared, and immediately lined up the battle.

Eight teams stand up layer by layer. The people of Wanjian Mountain each had a fairy sword in their hands, and each pinched the sword trick, and the fairy sword glowed with a white light, fighting with various demon beasts.

The rest of the scattered cultivators fixed their bodies slightly, and they also quickly converged with the eight major sects, and some of the injured people, those female cultivators who were hanging the pot view immediately waved their Qianqian jade hands, and the silver needle waved, and the secret method of the hanging pot view was still cast, and the injured scattered cultivators were treated. Mei Luo took out a jade bottle and distributed it to the people of the same door, and those who were more seriously injured immediately fed one pill, this pill is the Great Returning Pill!

The Sun Sect's Sun Sword Technique was extremely ruthless, and Xiao Hui had also seen it, and these twenty Sun Sect disciples also rushed into the demon beast group and fought wantonly.

"Xiao Hui, what should we do?" asked Xilin uneasily.

"We, we are doctors, and we will not participate in this fight, killing, and killing. If we need help, we're here to help. But I always feel a little strange, why can those demon beasts sense our existence, and those ancient monks act as if they didn't see us?" Xiao Hui's gaze never moved away from the battlefield, and the three of them were standing in the back row of the scattered cultivators at this time, naturally safer.

However, Xiao also divided the time and carefully looked at the characteristics of the eight major sects. The people of the Void Refining Sect all had a gourd hanging above their heads, and from the gourd summoned a rather peculiar demon beast. These demon beasts were all under the command of the summoned person, and cooperated with the disciples of the Refining Void Sect to attack.

The people of Qingxia Valley held a staff in their hands, and by waving the staff, they activated the spell, and one spell after another was sent out from the end of the staff. The staff of the Yin Ghost Gate is quite peculiar, it is two ghost claws. When Xiao Hui saw this ghost claw, his eyes were stunned, the magic weapon used by the person who attacked him that day was the ghost claw.

The people of the Eight Great Sects were all fighting nervously at this time.

"Xiao Daoyou!" Mei Luo ran over with a anxious face and called: "The strength of these demon beasts is too strong, and many scattered cultivators have been injured. We have limited manpower in the Hanging Pot Watch, so we can't be busy, Xiao Daoyou is also a medical practitioner, can you come to help?"

Xiao Hui nodded, and then took Xilin and He Anxun to help. On top of the scattered cultivation that was sent, they were all deeply scarred, or their bones were broken, and even worse, their entire arms were bitten off, which was indescribably miserable. The twenty healers in the Hanging Pot Viewing had obviously never seen such a situation, and their faces turned pale with horror.

"These demon beasts are too hateful!" Xilin said fiercely.

"Yes!" Mei Luo sighed and continued with a sad face: "This desolate ancient ruin has been controlled by the Eight Great Sects for a long time, and I think I know everything about it, so I don't have too many pills. Now the strength of these demon beasts is extremely strong, and there are many injured monks, which is really difficult to do. ”

This Mei Luo is already a two-leaf silver needle doctor, and her cultivation is higher than Xiao Hui's, and Xiao Hui is now revealing that she is a two-leaf white needle doctor's cultivation. So Meiluo was really helpless to seek Xiao Hui's help. However, Xiao Hui will not show his strength, because he feels that things are far from so simple.

The mental power in the body can be controlled in the realm of the second white doctor, and these injured people can be treated in the most common way, but the treatment speed is extremely slow. In this way, Xiao Hui also distracted himself and carefully watched the performance of those monks in ancient times.

The Terran monks who participated in the battle were losing and retreating, even the eight major sects also retracted their formations, and those demon beasts seemed to have recognized them as normal, pressing forward step by step. Everyone's face was written with a heavy sink.

A Flying Tiger was hidden in the air, its two long fangs were extremely sharp, and its greedy gaze kept staring at the retreating Sanxiu, and then its figure flashed, and it had found a gap to burrow into the crowd, tearing apart the body of a martial cultivator, and returning to the air again. The fangs still hung the flesh and blood of that martial cultivator.

The surrounding Sanxiu bodies trembled more and more, they knew too little about the demon beasts, and they didn't know how to guard against them.

With a successful blow, those demon beasts surrounded again, and when they were about to attack, their expressions suddenly changed greatly, and they quickly retreated. A person wearing golden armor and holding a cyan sword suddenly appeared, this person's aura was extremely strong, and those demon beasts knew that they were not low, and quickly retreated.

The cyan sword shone brightly, the golden armor was like an iron-blooded battle robe, as soon as this person's figure moved, he rushed into the demon beast crowd, the sword light flew, each sword was extremely fast, and every time the sword fell, there must be a demon beast's head cut off. It immediately caused the wails of countless demon beasts.

The besieged Sanxiu let out a cheer, and the people of Wanjian Mountain were even more excited, because this person was using a sword, and they watched the performance of this sword technique with fascination, hoping to learn a thing or two from it. The rest of the people followed closely behind the golden-armored man, picking up the fish that had been caught in the net.

The demon beasts retreated to the edge of the canyon, wailing towards the sky, and the howl was terrible, but humans and demon beasts were mortal enemies, and the hatred of these demon beasts devouring human monks broke out violently at this time, and a group of scattered cultivators went straight to the monks who had no power to resist.

The figure in the golden armor suddenly stopped, which made people surprised. Just when everyone was puzzled, an extremely dangerous aura came from the cliff behind the demon beast. The people in the golden armor didn't seem to dare to be careless, and above the armor, the golden light was bright, obviously raising the effect of the magic weapon to the extreme.

Before the scattered cultivators on the side rushed to the demon beast's side, they felt a breath coming from behind the demon beast, this breath was obviously very slow, but they had no way to avoid it, they could only watch themselves being overwhelmed by this breath, and they didn't even let out a wail, and turned into flying ashes.

"Hurry up!" someone shouted, and the monks immediately retreated behind the golden-armored monks. With a solemn expression, he looked at the phantom that was about to break free from the stone wall.

This aura is too strong! This must be born as a peerless demon, faintly, the golden armored monk has become the head of the monks, and he has started a duel to the death with the big demon.

And when the phantom appeared, everyone's faces were full of shock, and it seemed that they couldn't even speak. A cyan dragon head sticks out of the wall.

Two eyes the size of a bucket are full of nobility and disregard. The two dragon horns shone brightly, and the dragon's whiskers were three feet long. (To be continued.) )