Use physical attack! This monster's physical defense should not be strong, Yue Fan shouted.

He knew that if the monster was allowed to attack like this, he was afraid that as long as the monster killed a few more people like this, the remaining monks would have no ability to resist because of fear, and sooner or later they would be defeated by this monster.

Listening to Yue Fan's shout, the monks present were not incompetent, they could cultivate to the middle level of immortal disciples, and all of them had not weak minds, but what happened today was too extraordinary, and the strength shown by the monster was too terrifying, so that they almost lost the ability to judge, but after hearing Yue Fan's words, when many aura weapons appeared in the hands of even monks, they were careful to guard against it.

Brush!

In a flash, the deer-legged monster appeared in front of another monk, smirking and raising his fingers like knives.

But a golden shield instantly rose in front of the monk, and with a bang, it was directly knocked out by the monster, and the golden shield was only dimmed, but it was not broken.

Vajra Talisman!

Someone in the crowd called out the items used by the monk.

The surviving monk's face was pale with fright, and there was a hint of joy on his face at this moment.

The monster saw that the blow was missed, and was about to pursue it, but as soon as it took a step, a long sword with cold light and glitter flew past the path it had to pass, causing the monster to stop in its tracks, and its bloody eyes showed a fierce light, and it glared viciously in the direction where the flying sword was shot.

What made him angry was that a sixth-grade immortal monk wearing a green shirt and looking like a teenager, with a small silver-white shield in front of him, was looking at it with a fierce look in his eyes as if he was smiling, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Roar!

An inhuman howl came out of the monster's mouth, two bloody rays shot out of its eyes, and its body flashed, turning into a bloody light, shooting in the direction of the green-shirted monk, its fingers like knives, glowing with dazzling cold light.

Hum!

But just as the monster's knife-like fingers were about to touch the small silver-white shield, as if it was about to remember the wailing of the monk who did not know whether to live or die, a cold snort suddenly sounded in its ears.

Immediately after, the sharp pain in the monster's mind caused it to stop moving, and it screamed in pain.

After the pinprick-like pain in his mind had passed in an instant, the monster with a human body and a deer's leg had just opened its eyes when it saw a dazzling purple light flashing in front of him.

Burst!

A three-zhang tall purple gold demon pestle brought a fierce wind sound, and smashed viciously on the head of the human deer-legged monster, and suddenly there was a sound like a watermelon shattering.

Then the monster was no longer conscious, and its huge body slammed into the dark yellow bridge deck, with a hint of disbelief on its face.

And the thirty or forty monks present at this moment all looked at the two people in front of the monster corpse in amazement.

Is this still a monster that made them have no power to resist, and a sense of unreality rose in the hearts of everyone present.

Just now, they really felt the breath of death, and in the face of the killing of monsters, they were all helpless, and that feeling of powerlessness was indeed very uncomfortable.

But right now, this monster that used to harvest everyone's lives at will is lying at the feet of the two of them.

The eyes of everyone present were focused on the two of them, and there was a hint of awe in their eyes.

A young man in a green shirt, a bald man with a beard holding a purple gold demon pestle in his hand.

An immortal disciple is a sixth-order cultivator, and an immortal disciple is an eighth-order cultivator.

But in the hearts of the cultivators at this moment, looking at the two figures in front of them who were not outstanding, a sense of awe rose in their hearts.

This is the awe of the strong!

Obviously, the two people in front of them had hidden their true cultivation, if it weren't for this, how could they seem to kill this monster effortlessly.

But at the same time, a sense of happiness rose in everyone's hearts.

Fortunately, there is still a strong man hidden in this team, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid that all the cultivators present today would not be able to escape the poison.

Everyone had different thoughts, and no one spoke for a while.

Haha, Yue Daoyou's supernatural powers are really extraordinary, I will say that my Zongzhengzi used to feel that there would be nothing wrong, Yue Daoyou really hid his strength, this time thanks to Yue Daoyou, if it weren't for this, I am afraid that all of us would be unable to escape death today, at this moment, the old slippery head Zongzhengzi rolled his eyes, separated everyone, squeezed forward, and said with a flattering look on his face.

Oh, yes!

Yue Daoyou is really powerful!

Thanks to Yue Daoyou's shot!

What a blessing for my life!

Thank you Yue Daoyou!

All the monks present praised Yue Fanlai, gossiping, so lively.

The monks present could clearly see that when the monster rushed towards Yue Fan with lightning speed, it suddenly showed a painful look in front of him, and he could no longer move, which made the powerful blow of the Evil Fire Head Tuo kill him, and it was obvious that Yue Fan had cultivated a powerful supernatural power.

At the same time, there was still a trace of jealousy in the hearts of the cultivators, that ignorant supernatural power would have such power against this extremely powerful monster, if it was against them, they were not sure that they would be able to recover in such an instant as a monster, and in the battle, any small mistake would make people lose their lives, let alone like Yue Fan.

The strong are respected, which is the eternal law of the immortal cultivation world.

And now, although Yue Fan is only the sixth order of the Immortal Disciple now, there is a faint intention among everyone to respect Yue Fan as the leader.

That's why Yue Fan was so sparing no effort to praise.

After smiling at the monks who had gathered around, Yue Fan did not speak, but a short knife appeared in his hand, squatted next to the monster's corpse, and began to divide it.

Everyone was a little surprised, but no one spoke, although everyone saw that the fur on the monster and the like might be very useful, but since it was killed by Yue Fan and the Evil Fire Leader, no one present offered to share such a stupid thing equally, and everyone waited quietly.

And the evil fire head Tuo also kept his eyes shining, looking at the purple gold demon pestle in his hand in disbelief, with a smirk on his face, he didn't speak.

When Yue Fan was dividing the monster's corpse, he was also silently recovering the power of the divine consciousness in the sea of divine consciousness, and the golden sea of divine consciousness seemed to be exhausted at this moment.

In fact, it was precisely like this, Fang Cai's blow was that Yue Fan barely froze that monster for less than a second after using almost all the power of his divine consciousness in his body, and now, the power of his divine sense was no longer one in ten, and he had a splitting headache, but he didn't show it on his face.