Between a dozen breaths, the fierce ape died in the hands of Bai Slash, if this was spread out, Fulong Mountain would definitely cause a lot of shock!

In fact, the fierce ape still has a chance to win, if he didn't conceit to dig out Bai Slash's heart when he appeared behind Bai Slash, but directly used his killer weapon [Whirling Demon Slash], even if he couldn't kill Bai Slash, it would be enough to seriously injure him, and he would not be taken advantage of by Bai Slash, and the situation would be reversed in an instant.

When the break continues, this is the biggest taboo when the immortal cultivators fight, in the case of the difference in strength between the two sides is not very large, giving the other party a chance to breathe, is to push themselves into danger.

But this can't be blamed on the fierce ape, the monk in the Qi cultivation period is still not dead when his heart is taken out, where has he seen such a strange thing, it is simply unheard of.

Bai Slash flew in front of the fierce ape, put away the storage bag on his body, and then floated away.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhongyang and Falling Tooth were fighting fiercely, and the two corpse puppets were fluctuating like two phantoms, spewing out clusters of cyan fire from their mouths from time to time.

The fire ball is extremely weird, fluttering, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, extremely strange, ordinary magic weapons not only can't resist this cyan fire ball, but will also be corroded by it, and the objects it touches will immediately turn into flying ashes, even spells are difficult to resist one or two.

The eight bronze mirrors around the Lost Tooth have been destroyed on three sides, and their power has been greatly reduced, and the situation is precarious for the Lost Tooth.

Bai Shu had already discussed with Yuwen Zhongyang before, whoever wins first will immediately assist the other party, their purpose is not these people, so preserving strength is the right thing to do.

Seeing that Bai Chop had divided the victory and defeat, Yuwen Zhongyang's face showed a trace of joy that could not be concealed, not because the two of them could quickly end this fight, but after seeing Bai Chop's strength, he added a little confidence in killing Tianxian.

The falling tooth, who was already at a disadvantage, was under the attack of the two of them, and the decline became more and more obvious, the magic weapon in his hand had been almost destroyed by the nameless green flame, and the remaining five bronze mirrors were left with two sides, and the spiritual power in his body was even more exhausted, and the defeat was decided!

"The two Taoist friends, please be merciful, there is a great benefit that I am willing to share with the two!"

Bai Shu and Yuwen Zhongyang smiled contemptuously at the same time, and their subordinates did not make any pause, and in an instant, the toothless body died on the spot.

However, before he died, he showed a strange smile, this smile did not seem to be intentional, and it was somewhat intriguing!

Although Bai Chu had a total in his heart, he didn't think deeply, turned his head and rushed towards the other people.

Outside the magic circle, more than a dozen monks are still sitting around the magic circle, although the function of the phantom circle has been removed, and the power has been greatly reduced, but this improved magic circle still has no problem trapping the monks in the array.

Therefore, this magic circle still needs to be maintained.

The four black-robed monks of the eleventh layer of Qi cultivation were Yuwen Zhongyang's cronies, and these four people stood in the four directions of the magic circle to prevent anyone from coming to disturb them.

Almost all of the monks above the tenth level in this Fulong Mountain were trapped in the magic circle, so it was more than enough to have these four people guarding outside the magic circle.

In the Huang Chao Alliance, there are more and more monks gathered at this time, although most of them are monks in the later period, but the highest cultivation is only nine layers, in the face of these four eleventh layer monks, no one dares to act rashly, and they all retreat outside the hundred zhang.

At this time, the formation had been open for an hour, and hundreds of monks from various forces were watching here, discussing and looking different, although they didn't know what the situation in the formation was, but it did not affect everyone's rich imagination at all.

The reason why so many monks came here was because Yuwen Zhongyang had already planned to send all the low-level monks in the alliance to spread the news, which attracted many monks here.

Although the content of the news was very brief, it was enough to cause an uproar in this Fulong Mountain.

"I heard that the Seven Great Alliances will be merged into one alliance, is this true or false?"

"Looking at this formation, it's really hard to say. ”

"I only heard that the Six Great Alliances are going to work together to eradicate the Fulong Society, could it be that the Six Forces will be annexed by the Fulong Society?!"

"Daoyou Mo is not joking, how is this possible? You must know that this news is sent by the Yin Feng Dao People Association, what does it have to do with the Fulong Society? Daoyou's imagination is too rich, right?"

The two of them are so random conjectures, and no one can say what the situation is.

"Brother Wen, what do you think?" asked Xiang Wenzhu quietly.

"I've seen the methods of the Yin Wind Dao people, if we really join forces with the dragon head, maybe this matter can really succeed. Wen Zhu replied expectantly.

"If that's the case, this Fulong Mountain will become a pure land paradise for us and others, and the forces of the party are about to rise. Donggong Yun said excitedly in his heart.

There are many monks who have this kind of thought, and the years of fighting have exhausted them, as an immortal cultivator, cultivation resources are important, but compared to their own net worth and life, which is more important, it is obvious, who does not want to cultivate in peace and stability, and go further on the road of cultivating immortals.

If the Seven Directions Alliance merges into one, the days of killing people when they met in the past will be gone forever, which is undoubtedly great news for all the scattered cultivators.

But there are also people who scoff at this, thinking that this is impossible to achieve at all, not to mention that the grievances between the monks for many years are difficult to resolve, even if they can be resolved, who can have such a great ability to unite the seven alliances.

If the seven had been merged into one, the monks would not have been fighting each other for decades.

"Ignorance!" a ninth-layer blue-robed man snorted with disdain.

"Why did Daoyou say this?"

The man was standing next to Donggong Yun, and as soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted everyone's side eyes, and Donggong Yun was very dissatisfied with this person's attitude, so he couldn't hold back for a while, and blurted out.

The blue-robed man sneered and said, "Haven't you thought that once there is no fighting among the cultivators, the resources in this Fulong Mountain can last for a few years?"

Even if the seven are combined into one, in the end, because the resources are getting less and less, there will be more and more contradictions, and when the contradictions intensify to a certain extent, it will not be a matter of time before they fall apart?

At that time, the fight will be even more tragic!

So in my humble opinion, it is better to be like this. The world of cultivating immortals is originally a world where the weak eat the strong, and the capable are the greatest, and the so-called survival of the fittest is like this. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a heated discussion, and the monk, who originally thought it was a good thing, also began to waver at this time, and sighed.

"According to what Daoist friends say, are those immortal cultivation sects all standing for hundreds or even thousands of years through internal fighting?

At this time, an eighth-story monk said that this person was not very old, about twenty-seven or eighteen, but he gave people an extremely stable feeling, and the words he said were also very infectious.

The monks who had just lamented were now in high spirits, and they were like grass on the wall, falling back and forth.

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