Poison Daoist Zhao Xi's poisonous cloud sword flew and swirled, covering the entire Baizhang range like piercing the clouds and the sun. Thousands of feet away, the woman in purple, Wei Ming, Li Tianhao and others watched the battle from afar. Tan Xiu was also among the monks, but she didn't know that it was Bai Yitong who was trapped in the center by the poisonous whirlwind.

"Who is this senior monk, why did he make a move against that fellow Daoist, and where is Senior Brother Meng?"

Tan Xiu gently leaned next to Li Tianhao and asked quietly.

"Of course, it's because that kid usually has no one in his eyes that he offended this senior. Today, people are chasing and killing here, and I think he is in a catastrophe......"

Before Li Tianhao could speak, a young man in yellow in the hunting team came up and sneered disdainfully.

"This fellow Daoist. How can you see that this friend of mine is usually a lonely and lonely person who has no one in his eyes? Could it be ...... Do you know him?"

The corners of Li Tianhao's mouth twitched, and he said coldly.

"Phew! How could I have met such a thing!"

The young man in yellow spat fiercely and didn't reply.

"Hmph! I don't allow you to insult him!"

Li Tianhao snorted coldly, and struck out with a palm, and immediately knocked the yellow-clothed young man away. He used a bit of mana in this palm, aiming to teach the other party that his mouth was not inferior.

Burst!

"You...... What for?!"

The young man in yellow was hit in the chest, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. He jumped up and yelled angrily at Li Tianhao.

After this change, the monks of the hunting team and the disciples of the Heavenly Medicine Valley suddenly became tense. For a while, the people on both sides released magic weapons one after another, and if they disagreed, they were about to start a war. Although there were only a few disciples in the Heavenly Medicine Valley, they had no fear in the face of the dozen or so cultivators in the hunting team. Although they had previously encountered the Demon Monk. The escape was more embarrassing. But in the face of the beast hunting team that has no intention of fighting, there is still some confidence. The battle between monks is not the same as that of hunting beasts. But any monk who has participated in a life-and-death battle. will more or less exude different fighting spirits. Walking in the realm of cultivating immortals, it is also a very important skill to be a person with a sense of battle. Of course. The fighting spirit will also condense or dissipate with the number of battles over the years. Wei Ming and the others have been hunting monks in Liuxian Town all the year round, and they have never participated in large-scale battles at all. In their breath, they naturally will not have the will to fight. In addition to this, there is another characteristic of war spirit. That is, only when there is a heart for life and death fighting, the fighting spirit will be emanated.

"Stop it all!"

At this moment, the woman in purple did not look back. Leng dropped a sentence, but suddenly flew towards the battlefield of the fighting method between the poisonous Taoist priest and Bai Yitong.

"Miss, don't risk yourself!"

Wei Ming hurriedly left the monks behind and chased after the woman in purple. In front of her was the Na Yuan Monk's fighting ground, and if she missed the slightest, she and everyone present would be wiped out.

......

Bai Yitong divided half of his mind and focused on the recovery of mana. The Yuan Shen Light Ball was constantly moving, and a trace of mana was transformed from the aura. At the same time, he controlled the ice barrier, released some poisonous mist in an appropriate amount, and transformed it by the mysterious lotus seed. In this way, the inner system of the body. This completes a transformation cycle. It's just that every time he looks at the mysterious lotus seed, he always feels different from before. But he couldn't feel the difference. In addition, the aura transformed by the mysterious lotus seed. There will always be a more or less partial disappearance. It was inexplicably disappeared under the supervision of his divine sense, and it was impossible to detect the specific cause at all.

The poisonous Taoist priest and Bai Yitong were so deadlocked in tea time. Through the feedback of the poisonous mist storm, his divine sense finally sensed that something was wrong. In his anger, he was not only secretly frightened in his heart. The other party is just a little monk in the Gathering Spirit Period, and he can survive under his hands for so long, teach him how he can not be surprised.

"Stop, old fellow!"

The woman in purple approached the poisonous Taoist priest and suddenly gave him a deep shout.

"Hmph! I advise you not to meddle in your business, lest you have a pretty face and be separated from your body. ”

A mere low-level Shade outfit. In the eyes of Brother Nayuan, it was like a fictitious thing. The poison Taoist stared. Immediately, he saw the gorgeous face of the woman in purple behind the gauze.

"Old fellow. Do you know who I am? If you kill him today, my Demon Spirit Saintess will teach you to die without a place to be buried!"

The woman in purple snorted coldly, and instantly released the demon blade beside her.

The words "Demon Spirit Holy Maiden" reached the ears of all the monks present like a loud drum in the sky. Wei Ming and several other monks who knew the identity of the woman in purple were relatively calm. The people who had no idea before were shocked beyond words. This scene was caused by the fact that the fame of the Demon Spirit Saintess was too shocking.

Speaking of which, the name of this Demon Spirit Saintess is famous in the rivers and lakes of Junzhou monks and rivers and lakes is only a matter of the last year. It is rumored that this Demon Spirit Saintess herself is not very high, but her demon cultivation qualifications are peerless. A year ago, Demon Venerable Jinghou, who secretly manipulated the three major demon gates in Junzhou, stumbled upon her demon cultivation potential. At that time, she was in the agony of losing her father, and the Demon Venerable Jinghou immediately accepted her as a righteous daughter and awarded her the title of Demon Spirit Holy Maiden. Since then, she has become the pearl of Jinghou's palm, the saint of the entire Junzhou Demon Dao.

"Magic ...... The little girl is full of nonsense! What is the identity of the Demon Spirit Saintess? How could she come to such a place!"

The poison Taoist rolled his eyes and snorted coldly. At the same time, he instantly released a circle of air waves, and immediately pushed the woman in purple backwards by a distance of more than twenty zhang. The air wave he unleashed didn't hurt, so it just shook her back.

The poisonous Taoist priest shook back the purple-clothed woman, and before she could approach again, he immediately picked up the magic trick and pointed at the swirling poisonous cloud sword. As the soaring green mist flew, the Poison Cloud Sword suddenly turned into a spinning drill, and with pieces of poisonous clouds, it instantly drilled into the soil and rocks under his feet.

The ground shook faintly, instigating through the rows, and it had already drilled under the ground where Bai Yitong was. A moment later, the Poison Cloud Sword came out from the bottom up like a drill-bit poisonous dragon.

Bai Yitong sensed the movement, and his divine sense immediately poked out. At this moment, the poisonous dragon burrowed out of the ground. Bai Yitong didn't have time to think about it, and his body suddenly jumped into the air, and at the same time, the queen bee's wings spread out. The scene was too thrilling, if he reacted a moment too late. At this point, he had probably been killed on the spot. The divine consciousness he had just released had only time to retract at this moment.

The Poison Dragon Drill is based on the Poison Cloud Sword, and its speed tends to be even faster than the Poison Cloud Sword. At the speed of a queen bee's wings, it is simply difficult to get rid of. Yes, Bai Yitong decided to use the wind flash to break away from the divine consciousness lock of the magic weapon. It's just that at this time, the surroundings are shrouded in a poisonous fog storm, and the wind flash can't break through the air at all.

"Go!"

Bai Yitong frowned slightly, and casually threw out a low-level high-grade magic knife. After the magic knife penetrated the poisonous mist, he softly said "Break".

With the words, the magic knife exploded with a "bang" and shattered into pieces. The mana impact generated by the self-explosion instantly spread out in all directions. The poisonous mist, which was originally inseparable, was washed open with a tiny crack in an instant. The poisonous fog storm is spinning, and the cracks that have been swept open are slowly converging. After a few moments, it will be closed again. (To be continued)