"How is this possible?"

The monk surnamed Huang and the monk surnamed Cheng were both taken aback, blurted out in surprise, their eyes widened, and they stared at the giant hand in the air, as if a mortal had seen a ghost, and was inexplicably surprised!

At the same time, a low sound of Sanskrit singing also poured out of Xu Jin's mouth, turning into tangible power and rushing forward.

The shadow of the ruler in the sky and the giant sword of Zhang Xu quickly collided with the pale golden giant hand. In an instant, the shadow of the ruler suddenly dissipated, and the giant sword also screamed, and was beaten back to its original form, and flew towards the monk surnamed Cheng quickly.

Immediately after that, the sound of Sanskrit singing suddenly hit the monk surnamed Huang and the monk surnamed Cheng, and the two of them were shocked by a heavy object, and they both screamed miserably, and they were knocked backwards seven or eight feet away, and their faces became extremely pale in an instant.

The pale golden giant hand suddenly stepped forward, reached the sky above the monk surnamed Huang, and grabbed the monk surnamed Huang on the head.

The monk surnamed Huang was horrified, and he desperately danced the iron ruler, turning into thousands of shadows, and enveloping his whole body. "Hulala" A series of sounds, more than ten crystalline white lights flew out of his body, but they were cone-shaped magic weapons with a strong icy aura, about a foot long, shooting straight towards the pale golden giant hand above his head.

More than ten ice picks passed through the palm of the pale golden giant hand like lightning, and the "swastika" character spirit talisman flashed violently, and with a soft sound of "snort", the pale golden giant hand disappeared into invisibility. And more than a dozen ice picks also seemed to have exhausted their spiritual power, became dim, and fell straight down from the sky.

The monk surnamed Huang was first overjoyed, and then felt heartache.

These ice picks are one of the magic weapons that he has been tempering for many years, and they can be regarded as life-saving treasures at the bottom of the box, although they have cracked the pale golden giant hand, but they have been erased in one move, and I don't know how long it will take to refine before they can recover their mana.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Huang didn't have time to think about it, and with a shake of his robe sleeves, he recovered all the more than ten ice picks in the air.

Xu Jin snorted coldly, and suddenly deceived him three feet in front of him. At this time, Xu Jin's body was as high as Zhang Yu, and his whole body was shining with golden light, like the reincarnation of King Kong of Buddhism, extremely powerful, singing in his mouth, raising his hand, and another pale golden giant hand emerged, and suddenly grabbed the monk surnamed Huang.

The monk surnamed Huang was full of heart and gall, and while desperately dancing the iron ruler to protect himself, he used his mana to dodge backwards. Unexpectedly, in the sound of Sanskrit singing, he only felt that the dantian was churning violently, and the mana in his body was unlucky in an instant.

This surprise is not trivial.

The monk surnamed Huang shouted in disgust, forcibly condensing the mana, and he was about to perform a life-saving trick.

However, it was too late.

In this moment, the pale golden hand had completely suppressed his ruler shadow, and his five fingers tightened, grabbing the monk surnamed Huang in his hand. The monk surnamed Huang only felt that the endless divine power of Buddhism was surging into his soul body, and the mana that he had finally condensed was scattered like a bamboo, and suddenly wrapped his dantian qi sea, and the monk surnamed Huang suddenly became soft and weak, and he could no longer raise the slightest strength. There are all kinds of magical powers, but they can't be used.

"Junior, Hugh is going to be rampant!"

The monk surnamed Cheng had just stabilized his mind from the Sanskrit singing, and the monk surnamed Huang had already been captured, and he was not afraid of anger, and shouted loudly. The long sword in his right hand disappeared, and he reached out and grabbed the leather bag of his left hand, as if he wanted to open it.

Xu Jin smiled and glanced up at the top of his head.

I saw a bright red treasure mirror, which was floating in the sky above the monk surnamed Cheng, and the mirror was brilliant and dazzling. A blazing fire-based aura shone on his head.

The monk surnamed Cheng was caught off guard and was burned by the flame crystal spiritual fire.

Whether it is the Vajra Demon Suppression Divine Power or the Flame Crystal Treasure Mirror, they are both the nemesis of the Yin Soul Monk and the Nether Demon Skill. The Yin Soul Cultivator lives in the Netherworld Mansion all the year round, and he has little resistance to the pure Yang Spiritual Fire.

The monk surnamed Cheng screamed loudly, and the black mist rolled all over his body, quickly evaporating and disappearing in the pure yang spiritual fire. If he cultivated the Water Surname Exercises, he might be able to condense the Xuan Ice Shield and fight against the Yan Jing Treasure Mirror. After all, his rank was two orders higher than Xu Jin. If it weren't for encountering a guy like Xu Jin who defended the sky, all he sacrificed would be restraint and magic weapons, and the outcome would be unknown. However, what he cultivated was not the Yin and Cold Exercises of the Water family, and under the direct cautery of the pure Yang Spiritual Fire, he was almost powerless to fight back.

While urging the Yanjing Treasure Mirror to attack the enemy, Xu Jin raised his hand with a move, and the pale golden giant hand grabbed the monk surnamed Huang back, and Xu Jin immediately took out several spirit runes and pasted them on the monk surnamed Huang.

The monk surnamed Huang trembled, his whole body suddenly shrank, and in an instant he became three inches tall, Xu Jin took out another jade bottle, took the monk surnamed Huang into it, stuffed the mouth of the bottle tightly, and added a talisman, and then took the jade bottle back into his arms.

Under the fierce scorching of the pure yang spiritual fire, in just a moment, most of the soul body of the monk surnamed Cheng disappeared, leaving a small half, which became very faint and still struggling.

Xu Jin smiled coldly, and was about to increase his mana and completely refine the monk surnamed Cheng. But I only heard a soft sound, as if something had been opened. Immediately, there was a furious roar from the pure yang spiritual fire, and a black shadow quickly expanded, and soon transformed into a monster with a body of two feet. The monster resembles a tiger, but its whole body is covered with gray and black stripes, and from head to toe, it is filled with a terrifying ferocity.

As soon as the pure yang spiritual fire shot into the monster's body, it immediately raised a thick black mist.

The monster was in pain, looked up to the sky and roared, its huge body jumped up, stretched out a sharp claw, and grabbed at the Flame Crystal Treasure Mirror above its head.

There was a loud "boom", and the beast's claws collided with the treasure mirror.

This monster has brute strength, it is really extraordinary, the Flame Crystal Treasure Mirror was hit by it and flew out diagonally, and the light of the mirror dimmed in an instant.

Xu Jin hurriedly raised his hand and took the Yanjing Treasure Mirror back.

The monk surnamed Cheng, who was seriously injured and only had half of the faint shadow left, endured the severe pain, the clouds rose under his feet, and he turned around and fled.

"Slash!"

Xu Jin drank coldly, and the "Soul Breaking Slash" slashed out, and in a blink of an eye, it slashed behind the monk surnamed Cheng.

The monk surnamed Cheng screamed miserably, and his already weak soul body was split in half by the dark red sword, and then it was swallowed up by the Yin Luo blade to trickle down, leaving only a long sword and a storage bracelet, which were swept into the sleeves of his robe by Xu Jin.

The tiger-like monster struck the Flame Crystal Treasure Mirror with one claw, roared twice again, turned its body violently, and stared at Xu Jin viciously.

Xu Jin's eyebrows frowned slightly.

This monster actually has the spiritual power fluctuations of the peak state in the late stage of soul training, and it is also ** strong, and it seems that the ability to resist pure yang spiritual fire is far above that of Yin Soul cultivators of the same level, but it is not to be underestimated.

"Roaring ......"

After a moment of confrontation, the monster seemed to lose patience, roared, and suddenly pounced on Xu Jin.

Xu Jin raised his big hand, and the pale golden giant hand appeared again, and grabbed the monster. The monster does not dodge or dodge, but also rushes head-on. The pale golden hand grabbed the monster with a hand. A flash of surprise flashed in Xu Jin's eyes. The monster looked very difficult to provoke, but it was restrained in a single move.

Xu Jin sang in his mouth, his right hand tightened, and the pale golden giant hand was also closed with five fingers.

A jet-black and shiny rune suddenly shone on the monster's body, and the demonic aura overflowed, and the pale golden giant hand suddenly shook, and the "swastika" spirit rune on the surface rippled like water waves.

The monster roared again, and the pale golden giant hand suddenly shattered inch by inch, and disappeared into invisibility in a blink of an eye.

Xu Jin's face froze, and the Sanskrit chanting in his mouth burst out, spurting towards the monster.

As if it had a physical substance, it slammed into the monster's huge head. This burst of Sanskrit chanting, just now caused the two monks who had been cultivated in the late stage of soul cultivation to withdraw seven or eight zhang away at the same time, which showed that the power was infinite. But when it hit the monster on the head, it only made the evil beast's body shake, and the momentum of the swoop did not decrease in the slightest.

"Evil beast, so vicious!"

Xu Jin didn't dodge or dodge, the body of jade and iron suddenly moved, his right hand flashed a metallic pale gold luster, his five fingers were closed, clenched into a fist, and slammed towards the monster with a punch.

Xu Jin wanted to try what kind of realm he had reached with his jade iron body that had been cultivated for many years.

The monster raised its claws and clashed at it.

There was a loud bang, Xu Jin shook all over his body, his body floated back four or five zhang away, and the monster was also beaten by this punch and turned over before he stood firm.

"It is said that the body of the Warcraft is extremely strong, and it really deserves its reputation!"

Xu Jin secretly praised, the sleeves of his robe flicked, and the nine array flags flew out in all directions, and they quickly disappeared into the void and disappeared.

The monster turned a blind eye to Xu Jin's action, and just stared at Xu Jin viciously, wheezing and gasping in his mouth, preparing to attack for the second time.

Seeing such a situation, Xu Jin's heart was even more relieved. It seems that although this monster is strong in the flesh, it seems to have some kind of magic power, which can resist the magic power of King Kong, but its spiritual intelligence is very low, and it is not unusually difficult to deal with.

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Jin's expression was even more relaxed.

This is the first time he has encountered a real demonic beast, the level is not high or low, just touch the bottom of this demonic beast, if he encounters other demonic beasts in the future, he will have a little bottom in his heart, so that his eyes will not be black.

The monster gasped for a moment, then yelled at Xu Jin and pounced.

Xu Jin smiled slightly, and in a flash, he moved two feet sideways, and the monster pounced. The monster's long tail stood up, lifted its crotch, and with a "whew" sound, the tail swept over like an iron whip.

The six pairs of translucent flesh wings on the Feiyun boots flickered, and Xu Jin dodged again.

The monster pounced twice in a row, and it was even more furious, the black and brown hair on its body stood upside down, and the blood-red eyes revealed a violent light.

After a while, the monster suddenly stood up, opened its big mouth, and spewed out a cloud of jet-black demonic qi from its mouth, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a black ball that was as big as a human head, and slammed into Xu Jin.

At this moment, the monster saw a flower in front of its eyes and lost its trace of Xu Jin. Around it, many green trees appeared out of thin air. The jet-black magic ball that spewed out violently was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no news.

(To be continued)