Yun Pengzhang's long wingspan suddenly fanned, and the menacing earth-shattering hammer was blown away by the strong wind, and flew far away to Yun Peng's side. The black-bearded man seemed to have been mentally prepared, he saw that the magic hammer was deviated from the track by Yun Peng's huge fan, and immediately pinched the magic trick, controlling the magic hammer to smash down on Yun Peng again.

"Haunting the sky!"

The black-clothed middle-aged man among the three people in Ling Xumen, when he saw Yun Peng spread his wingspan again, the magic trick in his hand changed again and again, and he instantly threw out a green mana group. After all, Yun Peng was just a low-level demon bird, and he was more alert to danger than humans, but he couldn't warn him in time for non-harmful mana. In an instant, the green mana group hit Yun Peng. It was about to fan the Shocking Hammer again, but it was hit by a mana and instantly lost its mobility.

"Bang!"

The Heaven-shattering Hammer slammed into Yun Peng's body, instantly knocking it out of the distance.

"Poof!"

Yun Peng violently took out a mouthful of demon blood, but he was seriously injured again. As soon as he saw that Yun Peng was injured, the black-bearded man wanted to hit the earth-shattering hammer again and deal it a fatal blow.

"Senior Brother Liang, wait until I go and catch it and send it to the Rare Bird Pavilion!"

The young man surnamed Huang stretched out his hand to stop the movement of the black-bearded man, and then he waved his hand and took out a legal net. This net is a low-level high-grade magic weapon, and it is a rare control magic weapon in the immortal cultivation world. Yun Peng was injured and fled, and his speed was naturally not as good as before. The French Open was in the wind, instantly covering the ten zhang around Yun Peng.

Yun Peng saw that he was about to be trapped by the legal net, and the young man surnamed Huang was overjoyed, and his figure flew close in a flash. Bai Yitong, who was ten zhang away, sneered and threw out the black dragon magic cone in an instant. Where did the young man surnamed Huang expect that the little eighth-layer cultivator would dare to make a move against him. At that moment, he hurriedly released an inner armor, which instantly protected his body. Unexpectedly, the black dragon cone changed direction in an instant, and hit the French net with a "bang". The power of the black dragon cone was comparable to that of the Heaven-shattering Hammer, and it was immediately destroyed by a low-level high-grade law net. And Bai Yitong had already thrown out a few wound transformation techniques as soon as he hit the black dragon cone. As soon as the French Open was broken here, several injuries were hit on Yun Peng.

"Chirp!"

Yun Peng let out a long roar, his body flashed instantly, and a wing flapped towards the young man surnamed Huang.

The young man surnamed Huang was a human spirit gathering cultivator, even if he opened his inner armor to protect himself, he couldn't resist Yun Peng's innate divine power at all. With a "bang", his inner armor was smashed in an instant. Yun Peng's wings continued to be powerful, and he immediately slapped the young man surnamed Huang into a cloud of blood mist. Because Yun Peng's strength was so strong, even his storage bag was smashed to pieces. There were a lot of goods in the storage bag of the young man surnamed Huang, and as soon as the bag was broken, the contents of the bag also burst out in an instant.

Bai Yitong's divine sense swept over many goods, and a hint of joy instantly appeared in his eyes. Although he noticed the stunned looks of the other two people in Ling Xumen's eyes, and the magic weapons that were played at the same time, he didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Wind Flash!"

Bai Yitong instantly used the wind flash technique, and saw a magic umbrella that the young man surnamed Huang had been blown out, and rushed over.

The young man surnamed Huang was also wronged enough, obviously there was a middle-level magic umbrella in the storage bag, but he didn't have time to take it out and use it, so he was slapped down by Yun Peng. Bai Yitong stretched out his hand and scooped up the mid-level magic umbrella in his hand, and at the same time, the black dragon cone instantly met the Heaven-shattering Hammer. And Yun Peng's wings spread, but he slapped at a pair of magic rings thrown by the middle-aged man in black.

Bai Yitong could see clearly that this pair of magic rings was also the best of a set of low-level high-grade magic weapons. Looking at its power, I am afraid that it is not worse than the earth-shattering hammer and the black dragon cone. High-powered low-level magic weapons such as the Heaven-Shattering Hammer and the Black Dragon Cone are really the first choice for Spiritual Gathering Cultivators. Not only are these weapons far more powerful than ordinary low-level magic weapons, but their use conditions are the same as those of other low-level magic weapons. Unlike the mid-stage magic weapon, although the power is strong, if it is used by a spirit gathering monk, it must consume a certain amount of vitality. Yuan Qi can not be non-power, aura and the like, it is the essence that is closely related to cultivation. In other words, as long as the vitality accumulates to a certain extent, the cultivation will increase accordingly. Conversely, as long as the vitality is consumed, the cultivation will decline accordingly. Moreover, this consumption is permanent. In a sense, vitality can also be regarded as longevity. The monks fight for their lives with the heavens, and every minute of their hard cultivation will not be wasted. And consuming vitality is equivalent to consuming cultivation, which is also equivalent to consuming longevity. Therefore, whenever a Spiritual Gathering Monk obtains a mid-level magic weapon, he will generally not use it easily. Only when your life is at stake, you will not hesitate to consume your vitality to save your life.

"Boy, kill my Senior Brother Huang, I will definitely capture you today, crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

The black-bearded man roared angrily and threw out a mid-level talisman again.

Looking at the posture of the black-bearded man, I am afraid that he is really going to fight with Bai Yitong. These three are the best of the three generations of disciples of Lingxu Sect, and they are also the descendants of the high-level of Xianmen. The black-bearded man and the black-clothed middle-aged man are only the descendants of the elders of the Ning Dan period, while the young man surnamed Huang is the descendant of the infant ancestor. Although both of them are much older than the young man surnamed Huang, they dare not call themselves senior brothers. At this time, the young man surnamed Huang died unexpectedly, and when they returned to the Immortal Gate, they could not explain to the Infant Ancestor at all. The anger of the Infant Ancestor is not something that anyone dares to bear. If it was Na Yuan or Ning Dan who killed the monk surnamed Huang, the two of them could still be said to be powerless to resist. But Bai Yitong was only an eighth-layer cultivator who gathered spirits, and Yun Peng was only a third-order demon bird. In this way, the two of them must instead take down Bai Yitong and Yun Peng, and when the Infant Ancestor asks, they can also take advantage of this to relieve some responsibility.

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

"Boom!"

The black-clothed middle-aged man's Moon Ring and Yun Peng's wings, the black-bearded man's earth-shattering hammer and Bai Yitong's black dragon cone, four magic weapons and a pair of silver wings collided together, instantly erupting with a deafening loud sound and a powerful shockwave. And the last "bang" was also a solid stone made of the black-bearded Han magic talisman that hit the bronze bell of Bai Yitong.

A sound wave instantly struck back, and the black-bearded man was stunned for a moment by the sound of the bell. At this moment, Bai Yitong instantly issued three ice blades, instantly piercing his body. The three ice blades hit the black-bearded man's head, chest, and abdomen. These three positions are the three dantian places in the human body. The death of the monk ** is not really death. Only when the primordial god is destroyed can it be regarded as a real fall. Therefore, Bai Yitong's shot is the three residences of the primordial gods.

The black-bearded man had already fallen in his dizziness, saving him the pain of being killed. And the three of Ling Xumen, at this time, there was only the middle-aged man in black himself. When he saw that the two junior brothers had fallen one after another, he immediately had a retreat in his heart.

"Want to run?"

Bai Yitong snorted coldly, and a wind flash appeared within ten feet of the middle-aged man in black.