There were nine monks in front of Zheng Dong, in addition to the one headed by the Silver Horn Clan, there were six mid-stage foundation building, and there were even two third-order foundation building monks, seeing that among the monks who robbed and killed him, there were actually early foundation building monks, Zheng Dong not only frowned, not for anything else, just for the monks at this level, there may not be treasures on his body that make him look at.

The seventh-order cultivator who was the leader looked at Zheng Dong with a contemptuous smile, and opened his mouth to say something to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect Zheng Dong to suddenly stretch out a pair of wings from his back, and he just approached them within ten zhang of them as soon as he floated, and then Zheng Dong's divine sense swept out violently.

The seventh-order foundation building monk led by him suddenly felt a shock in his mind, and the whole person fell into a short period of dizziness, and at this time, Zheng Dong had already arrived at his side, did not use the Tiger Spirit Demon Knife, and directly punched the foundation building monk's lower abdomen, directly blowing up the opponent's body protection true yuan, and the punch drilled into the opponent's lower abdomen like a spiral, causing the monk to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and Zheng Dong hit him directly on the back of the neck with an elbow blow, and the late foundation building monk suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zheng Dong's divine sense strength was already comparable to the peak of the eighth order of foundation building, and even the seventh-order foundation building monk was dizzy, not to mention those mid-foundation building monks, one by one, their minds were as if they had been continuously hit by a heavy hammer, not only did their bald heads ache and crack, but they also flowed out of dirty blood along the seven orifices, and the two third-order foundation building monks simply fainted directly.

Taking advantage of the fact that those monks in the middle stage of foundation building were in a dizziness, Zheng Dong knocked them down with three punches and two kicks at close range, and from beginning to end, Zheng Dong only used his fists and feet, that is, he did not use treasure weapons or powerful spells. He is not a cool murderer, this time he robbed the other party in order to seek wealth, and the monks who passed out fell from the sky like dumplings, and did not wait for them to fall. The three blood-dripping eagles, who had already recovered to their combat form, caught them one by one under Zheng Dong's instructions, and Hao Yuntong was responsible for searching for the storage ornaments on their bodies.

Just as Zheng Dong had just finished cleaning up these monks, Hao Yuntong was there to loot the loot, and another wave of monks came, and this time there were twice as many monks as before, and there were twenty foundation building monks pressing towards the two, and among those monks, there were five in the later stage of foundation building, one of which was the ninth order of foundation building. The remaining fifteen are all in the middle stage of foundation building.

Finding that the original nine monks were captured alive, these monks who came later were surprised by the combat strength of Zheng Dong and the others. This kind of surprise was only instantaneous, because the combined strength of these people was ten times that of the previous batch, and in their opinion, as long as the two people on the other side were not Jindan monks, even if they had reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. The odds are also their big.

It's a pity that these monks didn't calculate Zheng Dong's divine consciousness attack technique, and the strength of his divine consciousness is comparable to the peak of the eighth order of Zhuji, in the face of a large number of monks, Zheng Dong not only did not retreat but rushed towards everyone with a shock of wings, although I don't know why Zheng Dong has such courage, but everyone clearly remembers the night when Zheng Dong advanced, and knew that he was a physical cultivator who had reached the double level of the law body, and what happened to the law cultivator being close to the body cultivation, these native alien monks in Yingzhou were still very clear.

The strange-looking Inhuman Monk retreated as he prepared a spell. They planned to launch an attack on Zheng Dong, but they underestimated the speed of Zheng Dong's purple wind and thunder wings, but in an instant, Zheng Dong had already deceived them. Once again, the divine consciousness turned into a shockwave and forced towards the many monks.

After those mid-stage foundation building monks were attacked by Zheng Dong's divine sense, they immediately had a splitting headache and even couldn't control their flight, and they fell downward, while Hao Yuntong had already been excitedly preparing to ride on Xiao San's body, waving a bundle of immortal ropes to catch one by one the mid-foundation building monks, facing a group of monks whose brains were injured and the true yuan was difficult to use. The bundle of immortal ropes is naturally grasped accurately.

Zheng Dong didn't care about Hao Yuntong at all, but pulled out the Tiger Demon Knife from the storage space. Directly towards the five late-stage foundation building monks, because the difference in divine consciousness was not much, these late-stage foundation building monks were only slightly shocked, and the ninth-order monk led by him was only stunned and quickly recovered.

The leader of the Tsukiji Ninth Order Inhuman is about one zhang tall, and his bulging muscles are even a giant who would sigh to himself, but such a domineering figure has a childish face.

The reason why he pulled out the Tiger Spirit Demon Sword was because Zheng Dong knew that the remaining five monks were not easy to mess with, and he couldn't care about keeping his hands anymore, and he wanted to have a good fight with an enemy equivalent to Qihu now, in order to vent the resentment that had accumulated in his heart during these days.

Zheng Dong's entire body was shrouded in endless sword light, and the five late-stage foundation building monks were completely swept up by his sword light, and in an instant, Zheng Dong disappeared, and in the divine consciousness perception of those aliens, they could only feel a cloud of wind blocking in front of them, making it difficult and hurried for them to make every step of the way.

In addition to dealing with the pervasive sword light, Zheng Dong's divine sense also launched attacks on them again and again like thunder, and in just a moment, the two seventh-order cultivators with the lowest cultivation were thrown out of the sword net covered in blood, and were captured by Hao Yuntong, who had been waiting worryingly outside the sword light.

It had just passed seven or eight breaths since the two foundation-building seventh-order monks were captured, and the two foundation-building eighth-order monks were also covered in swords, and their breath was weakly squeezed out of the battle group and became Hao Yuntong's captive.

In the knife group, Zheng Dong was left to fight with the ninth-order inhuman who built the foundation, and during the battle, Zheng Dong found that the other party was the same as him, and he was also a dual cultivation of the law body, but compared to the qi cultivation of the ninth order, his power of the law body realm was the same as Zheng Dong's double level of the law body realm.

During the continuous battle of incense, more than two dozen monks came one after another, but they did not attack Zheng Dong, but the people who led the team continued to examine the three blood-dripping eagles and the bound captives on the eagle's back with their eyes, and then a deep fear appeared in their eyes.

The ninth-order aliens who fought with Zheng Dong came from a race called Fierce Blade, and their ethnic group was born with a very strong body, and the clan king was even more physically cultivated to reach the spiritual body realm, and only one out of every thousand clansmen in this tribe had the talent of casting spells, and he practiced spells for thousands of miles a day.

This ninth-order fierce blade clan monk has always been full of pride in his cultivation, but unfortunately this beauty has been broken today, in Zheng Dong's stormy attack, he didn't have time to cast the spell at all, if it weren't for the * natural promotion to the second level of the law body realm, he would have been ambushed under Zheng Dong's knife, and it was also the first time in his life that he regretted cultivating the law, if he went on the road of physical cultivation, it was estimated that he would have reached the ninth level with his qualifications, and there was still room for this kid to be arrogant, and he could be solved with a wave of his hand. (To be continued)