"Wang Yicheng!" Seeing Wang Yicheng, the faces of all the monks of the Southern Heaven Sect changed slightly.

"He has a powerful magic weapon on his body, which can carry my cousin Peng Jian's second-level spell, and with this magic weapon, he will definitely be able to resist the attack of this dryad and enter the exit. Peng Xing suddenly shouted.

He had a broken arm, and although it had been bandaged, it was soaked with blood, and his face was pale. Heard Peng Xing say this. Several immortal masters of the Southern Heaven Sect showed a trace of greed in their eyes. In such a dangerous world, if you can have a magic weapon to save your life, the chances of survival will be greatly increased.

"Wang Yicheng, you are a monster lurking in the sect, and the master is now looking for you, hum, take your life!" The immortal master who had built a perfect foundation made a gesture, and seven or eight immortal masters came over together to surround Wang Yicheng in the middle.

Wang Yicheng sneered, he knew all these immortal masters, but some of them couldn't be named. Now it's an adventure in the nightmare space, and I don't even know if I can survive, who cares about the wanted order of the master. These people are just trying to rob him of his magic weapon.

"Hmph! There is only one magic weapon, how can you divide it if you grab it?" Wang Yicheng said with a sneer.

There were really a few people among the immortal masters who showed hesitation, they were all in the early stage of foundation building, and it was not their turn to grab the magic weapon. Wang Yicheng has insight into human psychology, and one sentence provokes their discord.

"Let's take down this kid together, and then use the magic weapon to defeat the dryad, clear the customs together, and let's go together!" shouted the monk who had built a perfect foundation. On weekdays, because of his high cultivation, he is very powerful in the mountain gate, at this time, under a call, all the immortal masters whether they want to or not, they all attack together, only to see dozens of shining flying sword magic weapons flying out together, attacking Wang Yicheng.

Wang Yicheng rose from the ground and rushed towards the giant dryad, he was not arrogant enough to challenge a group of immortal masters by himself. These immortal masters harnessed magic weapons and pursued him closely.

"Whew!" a branch the thickness of an arm struck like a swirling soft whip. Wang Yicheng made a beautiful abrupt stop and dodged the attack. The end of the branch rolled upside down, and the green human head that grew at the end of the branch bared its teeth and bit down on Wang Yicheng's foot. Wang Yicheng raised his feet upward, and his whole body stood upside down in the air. Flying upside down, such a flying technique is far inferior to ordinary Edgeworth's flight.

I saw Wang Yicheng turning freely in the dense branch attack, interspersing in the gaps of the branches, light and swift like a swallow, like a milk swallow, shuttling freely among the willow branches in the spring light.

Other monks don't have such skills, their attack power and defense are much stronger than Wang Yicheng's, but this dodge skill is far behind. In an instant, not to mention the loss of Wang Yicheng's trace, he was also entangled by the branches of the tree demon. The branches of this giant dryad were much stronger than ordinary dryads, and the flying sword slashed at it, and the sparks flew out, harder than steel. If you are drawn, the shield on your body will immediately dim.

A monk in the early stage of foundation building had just been struck by the branch of the dryad, and was about to retreat in panic, when suddenly Wang Yicheng passed by him, and several talismans were still on his body, or auxiliary talismans, wind entanglements, vine talismans and the like. In an instant, the disciple's speed in the air was greatly reduced, and he was continuously hit by the rattan whip, the shield was broken, and his body was directly whipped in half by a branch, and the blood and flesh fell to the ground like rain.

Wang Yicheng used this method to kill two foundation building immortal masters in a row. This method is the way to kill the Peng brothers in the woods, although it is simple, only Wang Yicheng can do it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the monks who had built the foundation shouted loudly, and everyone withdrew from the range of the dryad. Seeing Wang Yicheng in the dense green whip attack, these monks could only stare dryly, envious. I never thought that wind spells would be so powerful in such an environment. I already knew that I also practiced wind spells.

The leading foundation building consummation monk sneered, "Does this kid think he can hide within the Dryad's range for the rest of his life? ”

"Meteor Shower!"

Briefly changed a few mudras, spat out a mantra, and then reached out to the dryad. I heard a whistling sound in the sky, and countless fireballs fell on the giant dryad like meteors. In an instant, the huge dryad seemed to be engulfed in flames and turned into a sea of fire.

This is a second-level spell meteor fire shower, and the monks who built the foundation of the Great Perfection used it, it was really earth-shattering, and I didn't know how many thousands of fireballs fell, and it really rained down with fire.

This is a large-scale fire attack spell, although the momentum is large, the single attack is not strong, and these flames fall on the giant dryad, but they only leave some charred marks on its branches. But the intense flames angered the dryad. The dryad let out a low roar, and then the entire canopy of the tree swayed violently, like a tree swaying in a storm.

Countless branches were pumping around at a fast frequency, and although Wang Yicheng's flying skills were high, he couldn't stay in the branches.

The black shadow flashed, and Wang Yicheng flew out of the range controlled by the giant dryad. The monks rejoiced.

"Where are you still fleeing?" The monk who had built the foundation showed a cruel smile on his face, his handprint changed, and he prepared an extremely powerful spell, a spell that would definitely kill Wang Yicheng.

But seeing Wang Yicheng staying in the air, with a ruthless expression on his face, he said slowly: "You don't want to live anymore, let's die together!"

I saw a thick golden light shooting straight out from Wang Yicheng's hand. In an instant, a powerful energy that destroyed the world shot out in his face. The first to bear the brunt of the foundation, the Monk of the Foundation Perfection, had a shocked expression on his face. This energy is terrifying, and it is not at all a spell that can be unleashed by a foundation building monk. His defensive magic weapon had just opened, and it shattered in an instant, like a bursting bubble, vulnerable to attack.

All the magic weapons and spells were vulnerable in front of the golden light, and they were instantly shattered by the golden light. The three monks who were shot by Wang Yicheng in the front, including the monk who had built a perfect foundation, instantly turned into ashes. Leaving only a cloud of blood in the air. Although the rest of the monks were not directly shot, they were more or less affected by the golden light, or their limbs and feet were broken, or their mouths were spurted with blood and fell from the air.

Those who watched the battle from a distance, whether it was a demon or a disciple, were all dumbfounded, and then a deep fear appeared on their faces. What kind of weapon is this, the power is so terrifying!

Wang Yicheng slowly fell from the sky, looking at the half-dead monks on the ground, and he was also amazed by the power of the molten gold mirror in his heart. Although he had already tried it once, he couldn't help but feel a palpitation when he saw the damage of this power to the monk.

Wang Yicheng slowly walked in front of Peng Xing, only to see that he was even worse this time, his hands and feet were gone, and only one ** was left, but he was still alive.

Wang Yicheng sneered, "It's okay for others to pay it back, the people of the Peng family must die!"

After speaking, one foot stepped on Peng Xing's head, slowly forced, and with a "click", Peng Xing's head was like a watermelon that had been trampled on, and in an instant, red blood and white brains splashed together. The surrounding disciples retreated one after another, expressions of extreme fear on their faces. I don't know who made a pop and knelt on the ground first, and the rest of the disciples also knelt on the ground and trembled, not even daring to say words begging for mercy.

Wang Yicheng's heart was full of tyrannical pleasure, and a strong beast-like blood-devouring feeling filled his entire mind, kill them! Kill them all. After all, Wang Yicheng is a demon and has a natural thirst for blood. However, it used to be relatively weak, and it had human sanity, so it could be easily controlled. Now that the foundation has been successfully built, the demonic nature in the body has also increased greatly, and there are gradually signs of losing control.

Suddenly, the slate in his mind flickered slightly, Wang Yicheng was conscious, and he was secretly frightened, he had always been the calmest person, how could he lose his mind so easily now. Fortunately, there is a slate, which seems to have the effect of suppressing all kinds of negative emotions.

Wang Yicheng also ignored others, turned around and flew into the air. At this time, the giant dryad had calmed down, and Wang Yicheng could easily enter its interior with his flying skills.

Watching Wang Yicheng disappear into the dense canopy of the tree demons, the big demons by the lake could only envy. They have a strong physique, but they are far inferior to the dryads. It is impossible to force it through, this level, only monks in the foundation building period can pass through it with super flying ability, and the others can only be trapped here. As soon as the dream disappears, these people will die together. Now they probably regret it a little, rather than come here to die, it is better to stay in their dreams.

Wang Yicheng found the entrance deep in the canopy, got in, and disappeared in an instant.

After a feeling of confusion, Wang Yicheng woke up again, and he was already in a black hole.

(Thanks to the encouragement of the Shanhan brothers, although it was only one sentence, it cheered me up all day.) As long as there is one person reading my book, I will continue to finish it and try my best to write it well. ）