Beast

Conflict broke out within the tribe!

Many monks in the open space stood up and watched in astonishment. Even some of the monks who were practicing in the house all ran out. When they saw more than ten people flying with their weapons in the air, they all fell silent.

When you see the monks being surrounded and suppressed, they look like humanoid monsters, and you are helpless to suppress or help the monks who look like humanoid monsters.

They knew who the ten monks in the air were attacking with their weapons, and they also knew the monks who were surrounded and suppressed by humanoid monsters. Why the conflict broke out, few people went to find out, and they all felt chills running down their backs.

It does not happen often that the core monks of the tribe surround and kill one person. Every time it happens, it is a warning to the onlookers, telling them who is the real master in the tribe. If they dare to disobey, this is the end. No one in the core disciples

Escaped from the siege.

The monks who were watching all felt that they were a group of antelopes, looking at a strong persimmon biting their kind. It seemed that the sound of a strong lion tearing the internal organs of an antelope could be heard in their ears.

No one discussed it, they just watched blankly. They had all accepted this situation and 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 watching the fight. They looked at each other with surprise and cold killing intent in their eyes. One of them was slightly older, and the other four were older.

Under the cover of someone, he took out an ordinary piece of talisman paper.

During the instigation of the true essence, the lips moved, and the talisman paper turned into ashes. The sound and light produced were very weak, and did not attract the attention of others.

The man clapped his hands casually, shook off the ashes, nodded slightly with the other four, and said softly to himself, "I didn't expect to use the mother-in-law transmission notes so soon. It saves trouble!"

"It's over..."

Huo Die stared at this scene blankly, and saw the cultivators in the air attacking with their weapons, and said calmly. Ten Zifu realms, a monk in the early stage of Dingling, even a monk in the middle stage of Dingling will die of hatred.

end.

Moreover, she knew that the strength of the old man in black robes could not be compared to that of the monks in the early stage of Dingling. His methods were weird and he had the ability to refine and comprehend the attributes.

No matter how powerful Yang Qing is, it will be difficult for him to survive.

"what to do!"

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

"sorry……"

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

"I don't dare to save you, and I can't save you... I'm sorry."

Huodie retreated to a corner of the room, covering her face with her hands and crying bitterly under the cover of darkness.

"Ouch..."

A little despair arose in the rage in his heart. In order not to regret having to die in the abyss, he jumped down without knowing what an evil place the abyss was. Unexpectedly, he had been in purgatory for less than a year.

Once again, he was in a near-dead situation.

This crisis is far beyond what Yude and the others can match!

I couldn't help but feel regret. This emotion was fleeting, and then turned into violence and murderous intent that filled my heart.

The strange red eyes seem to be bleeding!

"Zheng!"

Ignoring the two wooden thorns more than 150 feet away, Yang Qing roared angrily and opened his bow again to fire arrows. With a 'shoo' sound, the fine steel arrows avoided the wooden thorns and hit the old man in black robe again.

It is a very short period of time and must be grasped. In order to survive, no gap can be left!

The stainless steel arrow and two wooden thorns approached at the same time!

The withered face of the old man in black robes twitched slightly. He calmly responded to the arrows that were nearly two hundred feet away. He quickly took out a magic weapon that looked like a tree root and fired it at the arrows. The other two wooden thorns were not very fast.

Slow down.

"Woo!"

I acquired the black shield, a low-grade magical weapon. Now it was too late to take out the long stick and hit the spiritual root wooden thorns. I could only use the shield to resist!

Just two sounds of "clang, clang" were heard, and two wooden spikes hit the shield.

Yang Qing's speed dropped sharply, and his shield was half penetrated by two wooden thorns!

The attacks of the ten Purple Mansion Realm cultivators who were attacking with weapons in the air caught this change. The flying magic weapon found its direction and increased its speed. In the blink of an eye, it was within ten feet of Yang Qing.

"Woo!"

Before he could pull out the two wooden thorns and attack again, the ferocious-looking Yang Qing, with the black shield in his hand all over his body, swung it towards the sky, making a sound like flying rocks falling from the sky to the earth.

The direction in which the shield was swung was exactly where several Purple Mansion Realm monks were attacking with their magical weapons!

At a distance of two hundred feet, due to the limitations of his spiritual consciousness, the weapons attacks of the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm were also weakened. The shield he swung out, with a loud sound like a bell, knocked away three attacks in succession.

The magic weapon that came from.

"boom!"

Other magical weapons were already close by, and Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness observed them meticulously. Without checking the results of the shield, he used the "dragon swimming out of water" force method with his legs, and his speed increased sharply.

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

The speed increased sharply, and he suddenly jumped ten feet away. The sound of "whooshing" through the air behind him sounded in his ears, like a sharp knife cutting through his skin, and the four magical weapons that burst out with light fell into the air.

At this time, the attacks of the last three magical weapons had already reached about ten feet above the head. These three magical weapons were far away from Yang Qing before, so they could change direction in time when his speed suddenly increased.

If three magic weapons cross each other in three directions, there will be six blood holes!

"Ouch..."

Yang Qing groaned angrily, no matter which of the four foreign styles he used, he could not knock down the magic weapon attacks from these three directions. The speed had increased to the limit, and it was already too late to hide.

With a sound of ‘Hoo!’, the long stick brought with it a light gray light curtain. It did not chop, point, sweep, or throw, but stirred it in the air!

The long stick stirring in the air brought up a gust of wind, which rotated around the three magic weapons at high speed.

Wherever the strong wind passes, the stick has passed!

"Ding ding ding!"

There was a dense clash of gold and iron, and the light on the three magic weapons was all scattered. Cracks appeared on the bodies of the weapons, and they flew out in three directions!

The owner of these three magical artifacts suddenly grabbed his head, screamed, and swayed. The magical artifacts under his feet seemed to be unable to control themselves, and almost fell from the air!

If Yang Qing shoots three arrows in a row at this time, he will definitely shoot down these three monks in the Purple Mansion Realm.

The timing doesn’t allow!

There is no room for wasting a breath of time!

"Ouch..."

Maintaining the highest speed, he held up the long stick and attacked the old man in black robes without being distracted by the four magic weapons behind him that he was going to attack again after the attack was empty.

The tree-root-shaped magic weapon of the old man in black robe has shattered the fine steel arrow, and after stopping in the air, it is now attacking!

"call……"

When the old man in the black robe manipulated the root of the tree, the thorn vine in his hand glowed with a black and blue light!

When he was intercepting with the tree root weapon, he was even preparing for a killing move!

"We must fight him in close quarters before we are ready!"

Think quickly and make a decision in an instant.

The distance between the two is close to 150 feet. Behind Yang Qing are five Zifu Realm monks. The distance is 250 feet away. Three of the magic weapons are damaged. These five people are not a threat for the time being.

The other five monks in the Purple Mansion Realm, each with their own magical weapons, were chasing behind Yang Qing. If they didn't pass a moment, they would approach with the tree root magical weapons at the same time!

"It won't work any closer!"

The six magical weapons that posed a threat were all shrouded in spiritual consciousness. Seizing the opportunity, they jumped up when they heard "Boom!" while running!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several magical artifacts had no time to stop or change direction, and they crashed into the root of the magical artifact at Yang Qing's feet!

Both the magical weapon and Yang Qing are flying through the sky!

The difference is that the magic weapon is faster!

"boom!"

The old man in black robes gave up his control over the roots of the tree. He could manipulate the magic weapon to stop, but he knew that it was useless. He was bound to be hit by the magic weapon of his own monks. Just like that, two magic weapons that flowed freely collided with the tree.

On top of the root-shaped magic weapon.

The true energy surges and scatters in all directions!

"Buzz!"

Yang Qing's violence increased again, his strange red eyes stared at the several magic weapons that collided in one place, and he held up the long stick in his hand, trembling!

Turned into nine light gray stick shadows!

The stick shadows formed a curtain of light and chopped down brazenly!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

"Bang!"

Several magic weapons were shrouded in the shadow of the stick, and with a loud bang, they were hit on the ground by the long stick, causing cracks all over!

Seeing that the attack failed, the monks who gave up manipulating the magic weapon in time were lucky, but the others cried out in pain, their combat effectiveness temporarily lost!

"boom!"

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately jumped out. The "Wandering Dragon Leaping Water" method of exerting force made Yang Qing's speed increase to the limit in an instant!

Seven of the ten monks in the Purple Mansion Realm were pale and needed to wait for a while before they could continue fighting. The other three were slightly cowered. Among them, 'Elder Xie' cursed angrily, but his attacks were much slower.

The monks walking opposite Yang Qing did not dare to come within a hundred feet.

"Zheng!"

Switching between the long stick Shijun and Yaoyue Bow, the stainless steel arrow was pulled apart by about seven minutes as soon as it was placed on the string!

Don't look at the magic weapon that was smashed on the ground. If they lose control, they will have no power to resist. If they put it into the Zi Mansion, the owner of the magic weapon will not be able to control it. They can temporarily avoid the interference of the monks, but

No time to do it!

Compared to the ten Purple Mansion Realm monks who jumped off the ground and were not seriously damaged, and there were still remaining magic weapons to attack him, the thorn vines in the hands of the old man in black robes on the opposite side were more deadly. "Don't let him have the chance to use it!"

"

"call out!"

The arrow shoots, nock the arrow again, and fire the bow!

"quack!"

The gray eyes of the old man in black robes were even more cloudy, and his voice was hoarse and sharp, as if he was scraping a rock with the tip of a sword. The listeners' hairs stood up one after another and they could only shiver!

From the beginning of the fight to this point, he had not taken any action. The fight between Yang Qing and the ten Zifu Realm monks as they escaped and chased them was just the foreplay of the siege, and the real fight had not yet begun.

"call!"

A large amount of black and blue true energy overflowed from the dry palm of the ink-robed old man, and quickly condensed into black and blue eagle claws, grabbing towards the gray stream of light turned into by the fine steel arrow!

The black and blue eagle claws are mid-level spells. The old man in the black robe has been soaked in silver for many years and has become extremely proficient!

He has studied very few spells, but he is extremely proficient in each one.

"quack!"

The old man in the black robe did not expect to kill Yang Qing from such a long distance, he just wanted to crush the arrow and prepare for the next spell!

With a 'click' sound, the arrow shattered, and the black and blue claws became thinner, but did not disperse and continued flying at a high speed!

"call!"

The black and blue true energy erupted from the withered palm was faster. In the blink of an eye, just as the black and blue claws smashed the second incoming arrow and then collapsed, the black and blue true energy had turned into a thick mist.

Shrouded in shriveled body!

"This true essence is too evil!"

Just when the black-blue primeval energy enveloped the body of the old man in black robes, Yang Qing was dizzy and took back his consciousness. The opponent's true energy contained a fierce poison and could also damage his consciousness.

If he hadn't taken it back in time, Yang Qing would have been so dizzy that he wouldn't have much strength to resist!

"His consciousness can lock onto me!"

I was shocked. This was undoubtedly equivalent to losing the opportunity to observe the other party's every move, while I was under the close surveillance of the other party.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Facing the black and blue mist, open your bow and shoot continuously!

One after another passed through the mist, and the bright gray arrow shaft changed color after being infected by the true energy!

But it failed to hurt the old man in black robes, let alone where he was in the mist at this time!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Opening the bow and firing continuously is ineffective!

"boom!"

Yang Qing roared violently in his throat, knowing that he had lost the opportunity to fight at close range, and the opponent was 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 thorny vine in my hand. The thorny vine is more poisonous than the poisonous ivy. The real energy alone can make him so evil. It shows how terrifying the poisonous ivy is. You can't fight head-on. You must.

Go around him, thinking about this, and immediately deviate from the running direction.

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

Poison ivy is a spiritual creature, a top-grade true-level creature. It is born by absorbing the poison of the underworld. It feeds on the aura of heaven and earth polluted by the underworld. After long-term sacrifice and cultivation, its power is greater than that of a lower-grade spiritual creature.

To be tyrannical, the monks who refine poison ivy, when they suffer deeply from it, gain strength that exceeds that of the same monks!

Those three wooden thorns came from poison ivy!

"Whoa!"

As soon as Yang Qing changed direction, a black and blue mist moved with it, blocking his way forward!