Within the tribe, there is a sudden conflict!

Many monks in the open space stood up in amazement to watch, even if some of the monks who were cultivating in the house all ran out, when they saw the more than ten people flying in the air, they were all silent.

When you see that the monks who are surrounded and suppressed, like humanoid demon beasts, they cannot help them encircle and suppress or help the monks who look like humanoid demon beasts.

They knew who the ten monks in the air were attacking, and they also knew the monks who were surrounded and suppressed like humanoid monsters. Why there was a conflict, few people went to investigate, and they all felt a chill in their backs.

It is not often that the core monks of the tribe besiege and kill one person, and every time it happens, it is a warning to the onlookers, telling them who is the real master in the tribe, and dare to disobey, this is the end, and no one escaped under the siege of the core disciples.

All the monks on the lookers felt that they were a herd of antelopes, and they were looking at a strong persimmon, pounceing on their kind, as if the sound of a strong lion tearing at the organs of the antelope rang in their ears.

No one talked about it, just watched blankly, they had already accepted this situation, and they wanted to break it, but they were powerless!

Among these people, there were five men of different ages who were at a distance from the many monks who watched the fight, looking at each other with surprise and cold killing intent in their eyes, and one of them was slightly older, and under the cover of the other four, he took out an ordinary talisman paper.

During Zhenyuan's agitation, his lips moved, and the rune paper turned into ashes, and the sound and light produced were very faint, attracting the attention of others.

The man clapped his hands casually, slapped the ashes away, nodded slightly with the other four people, and whispered to himself, "I didn't expect to use the son-mother transmission note so soon, it's really trouble-free!"

"It's over......"

The fire butterfly looked at this scene in a daze, and when he saw the cultivators attacking with the imperial weapon in the air, he said abruptly. Ten Purple Mansion Realm, one monk in the early stage of Spiritual Fixation, even a monk in the middle stage of Spiritual Determination will die of hatred.

Moreover, she knew that the strength of the old man in the ink robe was not comparable to that of the monk in the early stage of spiritual concentration, and the methods were strange and more refining.

No matter how strong Yang Qing is, it is difficult to have vitality.

"What to do!"

Fire Butterfly felt that her heart hurt as if she had been pricked by a needle, making it difficult for her to breathe, and she clenched her fists tightly and didn't know what to do, and her heart was extremely entangled.

"I'm sorry ......"

Firebutterfly's footsteps retreated towards the house, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

"I dare not save you, nor can I save you...... I'm sorry."

The fire butterfly retreated into the corner of the house, and cried bitterly with her hands over her face under the cover of darkness.

"Groaning ......"

There was a little despair in the violence in his heart, and in order not to regret his death in the abyss, he jumped off when he didn't know what a great evil place the abyss was, but he didn't expect to come to purgatory for less than a year, and he fell into a near-death situation.

The danger this time is far from being comparable to Yude!

I couldn't help but feel remorse, such emotions were fleeting, and then they turned into violence and murderous intent in my heart.

The strange red pupils seem to be about to drip blood!

"Zheng!"

Ignoring the two wooden thorns more than 150 zhang away, Yang Qing opened his bow and released the arrows again with a roar, and with a 'boom', the stainless steel arrows avoided the wooden thorns, and then attacked the old man in the ink robe, even if it was a very short time, he had to grasp it, in order to survive, there was no gap!

Steel arrows and two wooden spikes are approaching at the same time!

The shriveled face of the old man in the ink robe twitched slightly, and he calmly responded to the arrows that came from nearly two hundred zhang away, and quickly felt out a magic weapon that looked like a tree root, and shot at the arrows, while the speed of the other two wooden thorns did not slow down much.

"Whew!"

Start with the black shield of the lower grade magic weapon, and at this time it is too late to take out the long stick and then smash the spiritual root wood thorn, so you can only use the shield to resist!

I only heard two 'clangs, clangs', and two wooden thorns nailed to the shield.

Yang Qing's speed plummeted, and his shield was half-pierced by two wooden thorns!

The attack of the ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators who attacked with the imperial weapon in the air caught this change, and the flying magic weapon recognized the direction, and the speed increased again, and in the blink of an eye, it was already within ten zhang of Yang Qing.

"Whew!"

Without waiting for the two wooden thorns to pull out and attack again, Yang Qing, with a hideous face, took the black shield in his hand and slashed it out towards the sky, making a sound like flying stones falling on the earth from outside the sky.

The direction in which the shield was drawn was the place where several Purple Mansion Realm cultivators' magic weapons attacked!

At a distance of two hundred zhang, limited by his divine sense, the imperial weapon attack of the Purple Mansion Realm monk was also weakened, and the shield that was drawn out of it slammed into three attacking magic weapons in a row in a loud sound like a 'clang'.

"Boom!"

The other magic weapons were already close to him, and Yang Qing's divine sense observed them meticulously, not checking the results of the shield, and using the power method of 'swimming dragon out of the water' on his legs, his speed skyrocketed.

At the same time, a light gray long stick appeared in his hand!

The speed skyrocketed, and he jumped out a foot away, only to hear the sound of 'whooshing' breaking the air behind him ringing in his ears, like a sharp knife cutting through the skin, and the four magic weapons that burst out of light fell into the air.

At this time, the attack of the last three magic weapons had already reached the top of the head. These three magic weapons were far away from Yang Qing before, so they could change their direction in time when his speed skyrocketed.

Three magic weapons, three directions, if they cross, there are six blood holes!

"Groaning ......"

Yang Qing groaned angrily, no matter which of the four outer styles was used, he couldn't knock down the magic weapon attacks in these three directions. The speed has been increased to the limit, and it is too late to dodge.

'Whew!' with a long stick Shijun with a light gray light curtain. Don't split, don't point, don't sweep, don't fall, but stir in the air!

The long stick churning in the air brought a gust of wind, and the wind spun around the three magic weapons at an extremely high speed.

Where the wind passes, the stick has passed!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sound of dense gold and iron clashing sounded, and the light on the three magic weapons all dissipated, cracks appeared on the body of the weapons, and they flew out in three directions!

The owner of these three magic weapons hugged his head suddenly, screamed miserably in his mouth, his body swayed, and the magic weapons under his feet seemed to be unable to be manipulated, and he almost wanted to fall from the air!

If Yang Qing shot three arrows in a row at this time, he would definitely be able to shoot down these three monks of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Timing does not allow!

There's no room for wasting time!

"Groaning ......"

Maintain the speed to the extreme, carry the long stick and attack the old man in the ink robe, and do not distract himself from the four magic weapons that will be attacked again after the air is struck.

The old man in the ink robe had already shattered the steel arrows with the root-like magic weapon, and after pausing in the air, it was coming!

"Hoo ......"

When the old man in the ink robe manipulated the root magic weapon, the thorn vine in his hand glowed with black and cyan light!

When he intercepted with the root magic weapon, he was even more preparing for a big killing move!

"You must fight him in close quarters before you get ready!"

Thinking quickly, making a decision in an instant.

The distance between the two was close to one hundred and fifty zhang, and there were five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators behind Yang Qing, the distance was two hundred and fifty zhang away, and three of them had broken magic weapons, and these five people were not a threat for the time being.

The other five Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, each with their own earth magic weapons, staggered and pursued behind Yang Qing, and after a while, they would approach at the same time as the tree root magic weapons!

"No closer!"

The six magic weapons that brought a threat were all shrouded in divine consciousness, seizing the opportunity, and only hearing 'boom!' in the rush!

"Whoosh!"

Several magic weapons didn't have time to stop or turn around, and from Yang Qing's feet, they crashed into the root magic weapons!

Whether it is a magic weapon or Yang Qing, they are speeding in the air!

The difference is that the magic weapon is faster!

"Boom!"

The old man in the ink robe gave up control of the tree roots, he could manipulate the magic weapon to stop, but he knew that it was useless, and it was inevitable that he would be hit by his own monk's magic weapon. In this way, two streamers collided with the root-like artifact.

The true element is stirring and scattering!

"Buzz!"

Yang Qing's violence rose again, and the demonic red pupils stared at several magic weapons that hit one place, and the long stick in his hand was raised high, trembling!

Turned into nine light gray stick shadows!

The stick shadow made a curtain of light and slashed down!

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Several magic weapons were shrouded in the shadow of the stick, and with a loud bang, they were smashed on the ground by the long stick Shijun, and cracks were everywhere!

Seeing that the attack failed, it was okay for the monks who gave up the manipulation of the magic weapon in time, and the rest cried out one after another, and their combat effectiveness was temporarily lost!

"Boom!"

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately rushed out, and the power of 'swimming dragon out of the water' made Yang Qing's speed rise to the limit in an instant!

Of the ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, seven were pale and needed to pause for a while before they could continue fighting, while the other three cringed slightly, and the 'Elder Xie' among them scolded angrily, but the attack in his hand was much slower.

The monks who were walking opposite Yang Qing did not dare to approach within a hundred zhang.

"Zheng!"

The long stick and the bow of the moon were switched, and the stainless steel arrow was pulled away for seven minutes as soon as it was placed on the string!

If they don't look at the magic weapon that was smashed on the ground, they lose control, they have no power to resist, if they are included in the Purple Mansion, the owner of the magic weapon will not be able to manipulate it, and they can temporarily avoid the interference of the monks, but they will not have time to do it!

Compared to the ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators manipulating the magic weapons that were not seriously damaged from the ground and still had remnants of the True Yuan to attack him, the thorn vines in the hands of the ink-robed old man on the opposite side were even more deadly, "Can't give him a chance to use it!"

"Whew!"

Shoot arrows, shoot arrows again, open the bow!

"Quack!"

The gray eyes of the old man in the ink robe were even more cloudy, and his voice was hoarse and sharp, as if he was scraping a rock with the tip of a sword, and the listener's cold hairs stood up and only shivered!

From the fight to this point, he hasn't made much of a move, and the fight between Yang Qing and the ten Purple Mansion Realm monks who fled and chased after each other was just a foreplay for this siege, and the real fight had not yet begun.

"Whew!"

A large amount of black and cyan true yuan overflowed from the dry palm of the old man in the ink robe, and quickly condensed into black and cyan eagle claws, grabbing towards the gray streamer turned by the steel arrows!

The black and cyan eagle claws are medium-level spells, and the old man in the ink robe has been immersed in it for many years, and he has long been extremely proficient!

He had studied very few spells, but he was extremely proficient in each one.

"Quack!"

The old man in the ink robe didn't expect to kill Yang Qing at such a distance, just to grab the arrows and prepare for the next spell!

With a 'click', the arrow shattered, and the black-blue claws became thinner, but they did not disperse, and continued to fly at extreme speed!

"Whew!"

The speed of the black-cyan true yuan erupting from the dry palm was even faster, and in the blink of an eye, just as the black-cyan claws shattered the second attacking arrow and collapsed, the black-cyan true yuan had already turned into a thick mist that enveloped the shriveled body!

"This true yuan is too evil!"

Just when the black-cyan True Yuan wrapped the body of the black-robed old man, Yang Qing's mind was dizzy and withdrew his divine sense, and the other party's true yuan had a violent toxicity, and it could also damage the divine sense.

If it hadn't been taken back in time, Yang Qing would have been so dizzy that he didn't have much power to resist at this time!

"His divine sense can lock on to me!"

Frightened in his heart, this is undoubtedly equivalent to losing the opportunity to observe the other party's every move, while he is under the close surveillance of the other party.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Facing a black and cyan mist, shoot with a bow!

They all passed through the mist, and the bright gray arrow shafts were infected by the true element and changed color!

But he failed to hurt the old man in the ink robe, and I don't know where he was in the fog at this time!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Shoot with a bow and shoot continuously, ineffective!

"Boom!"

Yang Qing roared violently in his throat, knowing that he had lost the opportunity to fight with him in close quarters, and the other party was even more preparing to attack with thorn vines.

I guessed in my heart that the person in front of me was so weird, it must be caused by the thorn vine in his hand, and the thorn vine was even more poisonous, and the true yuan alone was so evil, so I could know how terrible the poison ivy was, and I couldn't fight hard, I had to bypass him, and I thought about it and immediately deviated from the direction of running.

In this way, the distance to the outside of the tribe has almost doubled, but it is better than fighting with poison!

Poison ivy is a spiritual thing, a true grade of the upper grade, born of absorbing the poison of the underworld, feeding on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is polluted by the spiritual energy, after a long period of sacrifice and cultivation, its power is stronger than that of the spiritual things of the lower grade of the spiritual level, and the monks who refine the poison ivy get more than the strength of the same monks when they suffer deeply!

Those three wooden thorns came from poison ivy!

"Huh!"

As soon as Yang Qing changed direction, a black and cyan mist moved, all blocking the direction he was heading!

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