[The update time is relatively late in the past two days, and it will gradually recover tomorrow, so please forgive me]

The solemnity of Teng's desire is not entirely because he can't get out, but because he doesn't want to be passive and doesn't want to get an accident.

I didn't want to be passive, because this Great Dragon Temple didn't dare to kill him at all, and imprisoned him in the Nine Shadows Death Prison just to wait for the appearance of the Hunting Pavilion. Naturally, the Hunting Pavilion will take him out, but he will still die, but not outside.

So he didn't want to continue to wait like this, which was no different from waiting for death.

The second is that he is here for the short sword, although the short sword is in the body of the foreign girl, but he can't get it, and he can't even get close.

He is ninety percent sure of the strength of this sword, if it falls into his hands, supplemented by the blessing of immortal power, he will not be afraid of the hunting pavilion, and it will be easier to get out.

After all, he still remembered the scene when an arrow penetrated the Fuhu Pagoda and seriously injured the evil monk before. That time, he just wiped it casually, using a few traces of immortal power, if it was replaced by a wisp at that time, even if it was half a wisp, he would have twelve points of certainty to shoot the evil monk with an arrow!

Including the well moon technique that trapped the crow master, but whenever immortal power is added, the power of these spells is exponentially increased.

The more blessings, the sharper the surge!

The short sword is extremely sharp and indestructible, even if it is thrown at the top of a mountain at will, it can be directly pierced to the foot of the mountain, if it is not too small, if it is thrown down, it is to cut a mountain in half, it is estimated that it is more than enough.

This kind of ordinary inertia, the sharpness shown, has surpassed countless flying swords and even supreme treasures, even the stone arrows of the hunting gate are not as good as one ten-thousandth!

If it was coupled with immortal power, Teng Desire couldn't imagine how terrifying the sharpness of this sword would be.

Short sword, he is bound to win!

The moment he thought of the dagger he almost forgot that there was a horizontal in the storage bag, and this time he was also imprisoned with him.

Thinking of Yiheng, he thought of the strange power of the five tigers in one, and looked at the indestructible iron pillars, as if he had some countermeasures.

When Teng wanted to touch the storage bag from Yiheng, he looked at the endless suction of this lump of meat, and temporarily dispelled his thoughts. He couldn't let the other party just appear and be sucked up by this mass of flesh and die.

He was about to go back, but he hesitated a little, as if returning to it like this seemed empty-handed, not cost-effective.

He glanced at the meat ball, thinking of the power of water control contained in it, although it was not of much use to him, but the meat ball itself was full of mystery, so this power of water control must be extraordinary.

Thinking like this, Teng wanted to raise his left hand without thinking, and with a flash, he snorted, and plunged into this meat ball, grabbing it fiercely, and he wanted to extract the power inside.

But the whole lump of meat shook violently, and it squirmed even more violently, as if it really woke up. The suction power increased in an instant, turning into a whirlpool and rolling up his left hand, making his expression change dramatically in an instant.

The change in his expression was not because of the sudden strong suction, but because the suction actually began to suck his immortal power!

The speed is getting faster and faster, the intensity is getting bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, almost half a wisp of immortal power was actually sucked away, which made Teng Desire's heart jump in shock, his eyes were decisive, and he snorted coldly: "It's really troublesome." ”

His words did not fall, but seeing that the white light in his left hand was even stronger, he did not absorb it again, but tore it fiercely, directly tearing off a large piece of flesh and rolling it into his sleeve. The white light of his feet flashed, and with a buzzing sound, he flew towards it as fast as lightning.

The suction force followed like a hurricane, whistling, Teng Xuan frowned, and immediately drew several circles with a wave of his hand. The void in each circle fluctuated, like layers of water curtains, resisting the impact of this suction again and again.

As the soaring force got higher and higher, after about a hundred feet, the suction finally gradually dissipated and returned to the meat ball below. Above, the ugly woman and Pang Dan saw him galloping back unscathed, and they couldn't help but roar.

But at this moment, I saw that the surface at the top of the cage where Teng Desire was located suddenly bulged, and a human face appeared, which was the face of the evil monk.

"Stinky little ghost, this monk won't let you die, and he won't let you jump around like this!" The evil monk opened his mouth viciously, his body seemed to penetrate the surface, and the moment he appeared, he clasped his hands together and slapped it fiercely.

"Sleepy!"

The words are like nine ghosts, the sound does not stop, and the shape is moving, but when I saw this cage like a long dragon, it suddenly twisted into a twisted shape, blocking the front and back of Teng's desire. At a distance of dozens of feet from the top, the cage twisted to form an oval birdcage, trapping him directly, and completely sealing off his advance and retreat.

The evil monk smiled fiercely, raised his hand and pulled it hard, but saw that these iron pillars that looked extremely hard were like cow tendons, which could be long or short.

Twisted into a twist and turned into a birdcage, a section of iron that trapped Teng's desire was violently pulled by the evil monk, and he clenched his fists with five fingers and hit the front of the birdcage fiercely. Immediately, there was a clanging sound, and the iron pillars shook together, and the tengs in the shock were split, and they suddenly screamed.

"Hey, hey, how?" said the evil monk and slammed his fist repeatedly, the birdcage swayed and rattled, and these concussive forces continued to impact back and forth on the iron pillars, forming a criss-crossing shock.

"Ahh

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the predicament of the ancestor who was shocked by the Sixth Hunting Gate with the stone bow and couldn't move his body and couldn't get close.

Although the vertical and horizontal shock force formed by the twisted birdcage of these many iron pillars is not as strong as the shock force of the stone bow, it is pervasive and comes from all directions, making Teng Desire unable to parry at all.

It was as if I had fallen into the water, and my body was soaked with water from all directions.

The corners of Teng Desire's mouth overflowed with blood, and his bright eyes stared at the evil monk who only had the transcendent seven grades, and sneered: "You only have this degree? ”

"Itchy, you are really as arrogant as ever, and you are still hard-mouthed when you are dying!" The evil monk snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped it again, and yelled: "Press!"

With a bang, the many iron pillars like cow tendons moved again, and the section that trapped Teng like a birdcage squeezed up in an instant.

It was squeezed into a large cake from an oval shape, sandwiching the teng into it, and it seemed that if it continued, it could crush him into minced meat. The intense pressure made him suddenly vomit blood, his face was pale, and his body was completely clamped by the iron pillars in front and back, and it was difficult to move.

"What about this? or itching?" the evil monk laughed out loud and hated, and slapped his palm, and the cage like a big cake buzzed, and the shock made him bleed, and his nose and face were swollen.

"Won't you be a big drop in cultivation, why is your shot so light, can't you make a lot of energy, hahahaha. Teng wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed.

This scene made the hearts of these monks around them tremble and unbelievable. They don't understand, they don't understand, they don't know why Teng Xu has not made a move, and they have been beaten.

"Stinky little ghost... If it weren't for the Hunting Pavilion asking for your life, this monk would have slashed you with a thousand knives and tortured you to death!" the evil monk roared, seeing that these shocks could not hurt the root of Teng's desire, he couldn't help but stretch out his left hand through the gap between the iron pillars, wanting to hit the other party's body.

But he saw Teng want suddenly stretched out his right hand, galloped like lightning, grabbed the evil monk's left hand, and showed a look of satisfaction.

"Little ghost, if you don't let go, this monk will immediately cut off your right hand!"

"I just wanted to give you a gift, and please smile. Teng wanted to grin and smile very purely.

With his left hand, he turned over a piece of white flesh that had just been torn off the huge lump of flesh below, and pressed it the evil monk's left hand.