At this moment, a slightly familiar voice behind him scolded: "Which rabbit cub laughs there, Lao Tzu can't walk." ”

Yang Zhao took a look, isn't this person Zhenyu of the Qingcheng faction?

Zhenyu's tall and thin body struggled to move on the purgatory road, and beads of sweat flowed from his long face.

This son's mouth is indeed very unclean, last time because of his mouth, he was used as a bait by Zuo Lang, but he didn't expect to have a long memory.

"Skinny, shut up. "Although Taixumen has a good relationship with the Qingcheng faction, the Taixumen is also much stronger than the Qingcheng faction, so Yang Zhao doesn't mind scolding him angrily.

Zhenyu was shocked by Yang Zhao's identity, and then scolded: "Okay, you are too empty Yang Zhao, you have the ability to come over to me." ”

Zhenyu looked at Yang Zhao triumphantly, there was a certain distance between him and Yang Zhao, and he didn't believe that he would come.

"Okay, I'll come here!" In the next moment, Yang Zhao patted Xiaobai's hand, suddenly jumped over from a few feet away, and then stretched out a punch and gently struck Na Zhenyu's body.

With a "bang", Zhenyu's entire body lay on the ground, and his tall and thin body was suddenly stuck by the sticky red pavement.

After doing this, Yang Zhao also stepped on him to the ground with his foot.

Jinwoo screamed "Ahh

Yang Zhao snorted coldly, and then left this place on his own with Xiaobai, which was more relieving than killing him.

"Who's going to save me, pull me ......," Wang Yuan shouted as he lay on the red sticky ground.

Zhenyu held the long sword in one hand and flashed blue, and just held up a small half with difficulty. One of the monks ignored him and stepped over him as if he were stepping on the floor.

With a muffled snort, Zhenyu lay weakly on the red sticky ground.

"Let me save you. Just then, a slightly cold voice came.

Yang Zhao looked back, who is this Yu Wenyi of the Qingcheng faction?

An idiot like Zhenyu who likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and likes to mock others, even if he falls on this "purgatory road", not many people will pay attention to him, at most he will be stepped on as a floor.

But Yu Wenyi is different. Some of the "traces" left on his handsome face reveal the deep hatred between him and Zhenyu.

"Brother Yuwen Dao. You teach this kid a lesson for me. Nan Ming, who was standing not far away, said in a slightly deep voice.

Only then did Yang Zhao remember that when he was besieging Qinglong in the Chaos Star Temple, Zhenyu had also ridiculed Nanming in words, and Nanming didn't pay attention to him at that time.

But at the time of the crucifixion of Jinwoo this time. Nan Ming didn't want to get his hands dirty to teach such a bastard a lesson. But you can also borrow the hands of others to vent for yourself.

It can be seen that Zhenyu's stinky mouth has made him suffer a lot of losses.

"Brother Nanming Dao, please rest assured. Yu Wenyi glanced at Nanming not far away. Said in a slightly respectful tone.

Regardless of their respective sects, Yuqingshan is indeed much stronger than the Qingcheng faction, and Nanming's identity is naturally higher than Yuwenyi. Moreover, Nanming's current cultivation has reached the peak of Jindan, and his strength is one of the top among the monks present.

If necessary, Yu Wenyi will also curry favor with Nanming.

When Yu Wenyi walked to a distance of about ten meters from Zhenyu, he stopped, and said in a cold tone: "I don't believe that you can arrange a mechanism in advance on this purgatory road. ”

Zhenyu's body is firmly fixed by the red sticky ground, and if you want to break away, you will have to consume a lot of mana.

A dazzling blue light rose from the long sword in Zhenyu's hand, his body suddenly rose upward, and his upper body finally broke away from the red purgatory road, but the lower body itself was a little reluctant.

After all, he is a monk in the middle stage of Jindan, coupled with his thin body, it is already very good to be able to do such a step.

But how could Yu Wenyi do what he wanted, he shot a fireball with great skill, and hit it in the direction of Zhenyu.

Seeing this, Zhenyu simply lay on the ground again, and at the same time, he was still panting in his mouth.

"For the sake of the same Qingcheng faction, I'll give you a good time. ”

Yu Wenyi didn't want to be left behind, and planned to solve this thin man quickly, and then hurry up.

I saw that his fingers were tapped, and the long sword in his hand was sacrificed by him.

This long sword can also be regarded as a relatively good magic weapon, and it is enough to deal with a monk like Zhenyu who has not cultivated much.

Zhenyu will not just wait for death, he exerted all his strength, his hand flashed with blue light, he lifted it with difficulty, touched the storage ring, and took out a dozen marble-like things.

"Die!" Shinwoo threw a dozen marbles out.

I only heard a few "......booms", and before the marble landed, it exploded, and a large area of thunder and fire shone in this space.

Each of these marbles is equivalent to the power of a mid-level spell, and it is still terrifying for so many marbles to gather together, and its power even faintly surpasses that of ordinary high-level spells.

Yu Wenyi was still manipulating the flying sword in his hand, but in a hurry, he sacrificed a defensive magic weapon.

But before the light curtain on the defensive magic weapon lit up, the thunder and fire brought by the explosion had already covered him, and the defensive light curtain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the thunder fire, Yu Wenyi's flesh-and-blood body was already lying on the purgatory road.

The surrounding monks were also frightened by this movement, and the dozen marbles that Zhenyu casually smashed could have such power.

"Dan Yinzhu?" Nan Ming, who was not far away, frowned slightly, and reported such a term that made the monks present very jerky.

"Hehe, every time I think of you, you will know the storage of Dan Yinzhu. Zhenyu's tall and thin body shimmered with blue light and got up from the ground.

Nan Ming looked at Wang Yuan with a hint of pity and said, "No wonder your cultivation is so low and your body is so thin!"

"Fuck you! If Lao Tzu had a talent like you, how could he still cultivate this thing, let alone run to this ghost place......

Zhenyu roared a few words, gasping for air in his mouth. seems to be venting the unwillingness in my heart.

Nan Ming was silent, did not get angry, and walked forward with difficult steps.

"Senior Brother Nanming, what is Dan Yinzhu?" a monk next to him asked curiously.

"This is a skill that has almost been lost, and it is similar to the method of heart demon refinement, but it is not as fast as the cultivation of the heart demon method of refinement, and there are fewer hidden dangers. Zhang Chong took his own steps, raised his head and explained to everyone: "This kind of exercise is based on the dantian and combines the art of alchemy. Use the essence cultivated by the hard work in the body as the foundation. With external materials, it is made into a kind of bead that can be detonated at any time. Those who practice this skill may be able to increase their strength once at the beginning, but after the practice is first completed. Cultivation is difficult to gain an inch. ”

It really deserves to be too clear. Even this Dan Yinzhu is clear. Yang Zhao also heard Zhang Chong's explanation, and he also had a further understanding of this Zhenyu in his heart.

The owner of Yang Zhao's body is also an ordinary person with a spiritual root, if it weren't for the help of the "Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture" brought by Yang Zhao's crossing. At this moment, his cultivation may not even break through the foundation building period, let alone the Jindan period.

"Brother Nanming Dao...... Help me......" Yu Wenyi is not dead now, and he is still dying.

Nan Ming said in a cold tone: "Even if I save you, you won't be able to pass the Guò Temple Trial. ”

Dropping a word, Nan Ming walked forward without looking back.

Zhenyu's tall and thin body staggered towards Yu Wenyi, and said with a mocking expression on his face: "How about it? Go against Lao Tzu, you won't end well!"

Some of the remaining monks of the Qingcheng Sect couldn't help but glance at his corpse a few times.

Who would have known that one of the top Jindan monks of the Qingcheng Sect would die here like this.

Yang Zhao was silent in his heart, and he could also guess some of the beginning and end of the matter.

This is the infighting among the various sects, if it weren't for Yang Zhao's cultivation being high enough, maybe he would have been killed by the enemies in his own sect.

Yu Wenyi's death did not have much impact on the monks present, and the monks still walked forward slowly.

Looking at the red sticky road that seemed to have no end, Zhang Heng thought to himself: The Purgatory Road shouldn't be so simple, right?

Sure enough, in front of the Purgatory Road, everything turned into a gray patch, and there was a gray mist floating everywhere that could not be seen at a glance, and there were gusts of yin wind blowing in the fog, accompanied by the faint sound of ghosts crying and screaming, which made people feel chills in their hearts when they heard it.

And these ghost fogs also seem to be blocked by a layer of white light, and they can't be seen in an inch, otherwise everyone would not have time to walk slowly on the purgatory road, and they would have been entangled by this hazy ghost fog a long time ago.

When the gray-white ghostly mist saw a living person approaching, it boiled like a living thing, and rolled and pounced on everyone.

If an ordinary mortal is entangled in these gray mist, he will immediately suck out his essence and blood, turn into a dead corpse and die, and his soul will become a part of these ghost mist, and he will fall into the ghost path and never be able to get out.

But Yang Zhao and the others are immortal cultivators, so naturally they will not be afraid of this mere ghost fog.

I saw that after the light on the bodies of the monks flickered, each had its own way of protection.

Chiba just raised his hand and released the nepoten in his hand, slowly turning it on his head.

A golden Buddha light immediately enveloped all the monks in it, and as soon as the ghost mist touched these Buddha lights, it immediately made a "zizi" sound, and then a strange green smoke came out, and faintly let out the sound of ghosts crying wolves.

When the other ghosts saw it, they only dared to show their teeth and claws outside the Buddha's light, but they no longer pounced on it, as if they were wise.

When everyone saw this scene, they all nodded at Chiba to show their gratitude, but they didn't say anything too much, and they all walked quickly forward, so as to pass through this blood-colored road shrouded in fog earlier.

And Yang Zhao also released a powerful divine sense that far surpassed that of ordinary monks at this time, and since he walked into the ghost mist, he completely let go, in case he was attacked by some powerful ghost change without knowing it, after all, with their monk's spiritual eyes, they couldn't see far in this ghost mist.

I don't know how long I walked, nothing happened along the way, and everyone quickly walked out of this foggy road.

But the qiē in front of him also surprised the monks. (To be continued......)