The entire plant, along with the silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit, disappeared, and I don't know if it was included in the Purple Mansion or in an item similar to the 'Sumeru Gourd'.

It is impossible to determine who received it, but it is clear who received it.

Among the four groups of monks, the weakest side had not been attacked too much, and when he had grabbed a flaw, he had already rushed forward and grabbed the treasure.

At this time, this group of monks became the spearhead and attacked one after another.

"Click, click, click!"

During the attack of the imperial weapon, the rocks are shattered, and the slower dodge is the difference in the body.

In the blink of an eye, two of the four monks who snatched the Golden Scale Fruit were seriously injured and were dying.

And the monk who put away the golden scale fruit changed his expression greatly, and he wanted to flee with the imperial weapon.

But now, how can I escape?

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Rao is he resisted with all his might, and he was only able to stop three attacks.

"Poof!"

A bloody hole appeared in his chest, and blood, hot and still trembling viscera flowed out with a fishy smell.

"Poof......!

A long sword of True Yuan sliced off its lazy waist, and the items stored in the Purple Mansion were scattered, and in the still dark sky, the golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit that no longer emitted a glimmer could be faintly seen.

Items were scattered all over the place, but no one picked them up.

The fight is suspended!

"Huh!"

In the group, the monk of the Sea Realm who came at the end of the day, the true yuan light burst out, and his body pulled a light and shadow in the darkness, and went straight to the golden scale fruit, risking his life to seize the treasure!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

When the body shook, several attacks came at once.

"Poof, poof, poof!"

The monk who rushed towards the Golden Scale Fruit couldn't dodge, his body was thrown away, and he almost turned into several pieces, and died before he could hit the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The attack is staggered, and the monk who attacks others with the imperial weapon, at this time, encounters the attack of others, and the magic weapon in his hand, at such a close distance, all he can do is to force him to the vital point, and turn his death into serious injury.

"Poof!"

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh and bones made a tooth-aching, creepy sound.

In such a situation, whoever moves first will die first, and if you don't move, you will also die!

Yang Qing has been shocked by the scene at this time, no matter how tragic the scene was in the past, he was in it, how could he have the spare strength to see the scene of flesh and blood splattering and fragmentation, but now he is outside the battle circle, and the feeling is different.

How dare you get involved in the war circle, what you have to do is not to arouse anyone's vigilance.

"Withdraw!"

The group of monks who were the first to get the Golden Scale Fruit was the only one left with combat strength, and they pulled up the two monks who were seriously injured and were waiting to die, and slowly withdrew.

"Withdraw!"

The group of four people who forced the monk who was seriously injured also slowly withdrew.

All the monks who knew they were hopeless were slowly leaving, retreating to a distance that everyone in the rubble pile thought was safe.

At this time, there were two sides in the confrontation, one side was seven people sitting on the rock, and the other side was five monks.

The strength of the two sides was about the same, and the injuries they received were not serious, and several of the stronger monks did not suffer any damage.

The true yuan of the two sides wantonly agitated, but they confronted each other but did not make a move, their divine sense and afterglow swept away from the battle circle, and observed Yang Qing, who had not done anything so far, for the longest time, and they all knew that he was waiting for the scene to be chaotic and waiting for an opportunity to snatch it.

I don't know who made the first move, but this move caused the two groups of monks to collide in one place.

"Boom!"

Where the two sides collided, Zhenyuan roared.

At this moment, Yang Qing, who had been watching, couldn't hold back any longer, and the earthy yellow Inviting Moon Bow was in his hands, and three black-gray stainless steel arrows were sandwiched between his four fingers and buckled on the bowstring of chopsticks.

The muscles of the whole body trembled, the feet kicked violently, the dirt flew, and the body rushed out at great speed.

The distance of 100 zhang and the flashing of the figures of the twelve people made him have no confidence to guarantee the hit rate, so he could only fire arrows in unison to shorten the distance.

"Zheng!"

The Moon Bow opened for six minutes, and the strength accumulated.

Yang Qing's figure was in a row, and everyone in the battle circle naturally noticed that they didn't care too much, but when they saw the earthy yellow bow and arrow, their faces changed, and they didn't wait for the other party to raise their bows to aim, and their bodies flashed even faster.

Bows and arrows have the disadvantages of narrow attack range and lack of flexibility, which is not as easy as the attack of the imperial weapon, but its attack speed makes up for this shortcoming.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

In the darkness of the night, the three black-gray rays of light could not be seen, but the sharp sound of tearing through the air showed the astonishing speed.

Three arrows, each containing a power of 10,000 catties.

Yang Qing's original intention was to shoot the middle-aged man among the seven, and the point where the arrow pointed was his chest, if the other party didn't dodge, he would definitely die!

However, everyone had been paying attention to Yang Qing, and when they saw him take out the longbow, they already knew what to do.

"Ding, ding, poof!"

All the monks relied on their own abilities, their bodies dodged, and their magic weapons swayed slightly, and the speed of Rao is arrows was extremely fast, but it was the key to winning the surprise attack.

The three arrows left only one monk lightly wounded, missing a piece of meat.

I didn't have time to be disappointed, because once I made a move, there was no place to take a detour.

"Huh!"

Blurred tiger stripes appeared, followed by a red glow in the eyes.

"Whew!"

The tiger stripes changed from blurry to clear, and the eyes glowing red turned into strange red pupils.

Use the 'anger' of "Soul Control" to attract evil qi and turn into a beast!

The blood of the enlightened beast was filling all parts of the body, and the muscles of the whole body shook violently, and the strength doubled!

"Zheng!"

The muscles of the whole body were pulled by the arms, and the bow of the moon was opened for seven minutes, and three steel arrows were placed on the string.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air was like a whistle, and it hurt my ears.

The power of the three arrows is 20,000 catties, and its speed is beyond the reach of even a monk in the early stage of Spiritual Determination.

If it weren't for the fact that the Stygian Qi in the Stygian Stone was almost exhausted, if the arrow was attached to the Stygian Qi, even if it could be intercepted, it would be infected by the Stygian Qi.

"Poof, poof, click!"

At such a speed, the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm were only aware of it, and it was difficult to dodge or intercept it.

One had a broken leg bone, one was shot in the abdomen, and one was shot into the rock wall.

If it weren't for everyone scattering, it would not be difficult to string two people with one arrow.

The middle-aged man's dodging figure didn't stop at all, and a few swayed and rushed to the side of the plant with the golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit, and entered the purple mansion.

The other party's shaking figure, Yang Qing could hardly judge its rules, let alone shoot it.

"Zheng!"

The bow of the moon was opened again, and the bow arm swinged, bringing up a curtain of light to the middle-aged man.

Except for luck, with his archery skills it was a miss.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, several attacks attacked Yang Qing.

The distance is short, and Yang Qing uses his strength on both arms, and the movement of his feet is slightly slower.

The arms withdrew, the bow arm couldn't help but tremble, and the arrow was unstable.

"Tear up!"

The dodge was hindered, and the black samurai suit couldn't help but tear, blood oozed out, and he suffered skin wounds.

Everyone chose to attack Yang Qing in order to survive, but the middle-aged man seized this opportunity, and in less than a breath, he had already rushed out a few zhang away, with trees to block it, and the true yuan rose again, and the speed was raised again, and the magic weapon was summoned, and his body kept jumping up.

"Golden Scale!" was the cry of all the monks, but their emotions were different.

"Where to run!"

The angry shouts began, and the magic weapon had already left his hand and attacked the figure in the air.

Yang Qingguan must not be slightly injured, take the arrow and pull the bow, and the arrow will leave the string!

Tall trees, though, can't stop them from arrows.

Despite the shattering of the trees, the direction and force of the weapons and arrows changed.

There was only a long sword, which grazed the middle-aged monk's side, and flashed.

The middle-aged monk didn't look back at all, and kept rising as his body flew at full speed.

Although when the Imperial Weapon is flying, it is necessary to make the true element in the body and the true element in the magic weapon flow and mellow each other to ensure that the body is stable and flexible, which will make the speed of the Imperial Weapon's flight much lower than the speed of the Imperial Weapon's attack, but the speed is still not to be underestimated.

The monks on the ground rose up one after another, more than a dozen, including four people with the middle-aged monk.

The four of them were only able to intercept for a moment, and then they had to flee with them towards the place where there was a sword light yesterday.

Among the people, only Yang Qing couldn't fly, only ran all the way.

Yang Qing's leg strength far exceeds the strength of his arms, but due to the direction of the force, the shape and weight of the body, etc., the strength used for running is very small.

The most basic speed lies in the strength, weight, shape and other factors, the footwork and secret techniques containing the peculiar rhythm are not counted, the power of the strongest blow in the Purple Mansion Realm is about 10,000 catties, and the power of the simple imperial weapon attack is lower than 10,000 catties.

And Yang Qing, whose legs are far more than 10,000 catties, in addition to the loss of strength, and his own weight, etc., his running speed is faster than that of the Purple Mansion Realm monk's imperial weapon flight, and there are road obstacles, which also makes him equal to the speed of the Purple Mansion Realm monk.

Pick up the arrows that shoot into the ground and chase them at full speed!

"Kill!"

Everyone chased and killed with imperial weapons, and at this time, in order to intercept the middle-aged monk, they attacked one after another, and the magic weapons, spells, and magic runes were all played!

"Boom!"

A few people in the group of middle-aged monks fought hard to intercept the attack, but how could they withstand such a fierce attack.

For a while, he could only flee in embarrassment, and the middle-aged man was so hard to resist the attack, or slow down and dodge the attack!

"Wait for the arrow!"

I don't know who shouted to warn Yang Qing who was running on the ground.

Everyone knows that the reason why the middle-aged monk chose this direction to escape was because there was his rescuer on that side!

Everyone chased and killed, and they would definitely kill him, but the monk on that side, let them have to do it as soon as possible, once the middle-aged monk's rescue arrived, not to mention the golden scale fruit, it was unpredictable whether they could save their lives.

The monks raised their bodies and pressed down condescendingly, so that the middle-aged monks had to keep descending and slowing down!

"Whew!"

The black-gray arrows flashed in the faintly lit air, with unparalleled might, but they shot into the air.

The monks in the air had already started to prepare, but they were scrambling for the Golden Scale Fruit, but they didn't know that they didn't need the middle-aged monks to dodge, and they couldn't shoot!

When the cultivators were disdainful in their hearts, the attacks in their hands were even sharper!

"Whew!"

An arrow misses again!

"Whew!"

The defeat of the two arrows made the heart full of violence rise with anxiety.

The speed skyrocketed, and soon, it surpassed the middle-aged monk.

Stop sharply under your feet, stand still, and shoot with your bow.

At this distance, such a move dodged, and the arrow missed again, almost hitting the cultivators who were chasing behind.

"Whew!"

The violence was raging, and the killing intent in his heart was already boiling.

The middle-aged monk flew overhead, not glancing down.

For a while, it is difficult to improve archery, and it is even more difficult to hit the luck.

The only remaining reason was a little sluggish in thought.

"The speed is consistent!" "The heart is sluggish, and the feet are already moving.

Constantly adjusting.,Haven't attacked.。

"Shoot the arrows!"

The cultivators shouted angrily, angry at why he was so useless, but they didn't think about it, but they didn't think about whether he could do it.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry"

The cultivators hurriedly urged, but they didn't get a response.

"Look how you're still chasing!" the middle-aged monk was overjoyed when he saw the situation not far away. The direction of the escape has been changed slightly.

When the cultivators saw the white miasma not far away, the hope in their hearts had diminished, and the monks of the Sea Realm had fallen behind, and only a few Purple Mansion Realm monks were constantly filling the middle-aged monks with minor or serious injuries.

"Hmph!" the middle-aged monk snorted coldly in his heart, the wounds of her flesh had distorted her face, and at this time he was close to the sky above the [***] swamp.

"Fuck it!" ......

The cultivators scolded angrily!

The softness under his feet, Yang Qing didn't seem to feel it, he was in a violent mood, and he just wanted to shoot the people in the air down!

"Whoosh!"

The monks who were chasing after him intended to make a final attack.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly dodged, and with a 'tearing' sound, his muscles were slit, and blood was surging.

This is the time!

Yang Qing kept running, shouting angrily in his heart, opening his bow and arrows!

"Whew!"

The sharp sound of the tea cup did not sound, and this sound was surprisingly amazing.

"Poof!"

The arrow pierced through his chest, and it was not so much a shot as it was a collision of his own.

"Uh......"

The middle-aged man's consciousness was stripped away, and he only felt that his body was uncontrollable, and his heart was filled with a strong unwillingness, and if he held on for a while, he would be safe, and the Golden Scale Fruit and Silver Scale Fruit were also in his pocket, but he didn't expect to fall short in the end.

The body is still flying, and at the same time it is falling at breakneck speed.

The blurry eyes were full of white mist, and the stench of rotting corpses did not bring much discomfort, only felt weaker, the wind whistling in my ears disappeared, and everything disappeared, plunging into endless darkness.

"Peng!"

The mist rolled as it was driven by the rapidly falling figure, and the sound came as if it had fallen into the mud.

The monks stopped suddenly, their eyes flashing with fear as they looked at the mist, and they knew that this was the infamous [***] swamp in the Zhenlong Mountains, a swamp that breeds spiritual energy, and none of the monks dared to set foot in it.

The body retreated violently, not wanting to be contaminated with the white miasma.

The corpse of the middle-aged monk fell into the [***] swamp, and no one could get the golden scale fruit or the silver scale fruit.

"It's all you!" ......

Everyone blamed Yang Qing with a tiger stripe standing on the edge of the [***] swamp.

"Come inside, the Golden Scale Fruit is in the mist......

The cultivators couldn't help but instigate, and secretly cursed in their hearts, "One monster, one waste!"

"Whew!"

The violent roar was mixed with excitement, and being able to shoot it down made the anxiety in his heart disappear, and the violence was even stronger.

He didn't hear the words of the cultivators, and didn't answer, and the demonic red pupils stared straight at the miasma that was still tumbling.

Throwing off the big stride, he rushed into the [***] swamp with his feet full of mud!