Life Control Chart

"You're really stubborn. I've already warned you, but you still dare to explode your body and dismantle it. Then don't blame us for dismembering the body and taking out the belongings!"

A long whip suddenly shot out from the crowd and wrapped around Shi Benlin's cracked body like a dragon.

Shi Benlin's gushing light of Yuanli suddenly paused when encountering the long whip, and then obediently retreated back to his body.

But the long whip seemed slender, but when wrapped around Shi Benlin's body, it turned into a whole felt-like leather bag, wrapping him so tightly that he couldn't even move a finger.

"The dragon-binding rope is still useful. The dragon tendons left by the ancient dragon are something you ants can't resist." The monk holding the dragon-binding rope said proudly.

"Ao Jing, don't waste time. Kill him and take out the message jade." A stern monk waved his hand gently and said impatiently.

Ao Jing did not dare to neglect, she suppressed her smile and walked quickly to Shi Benlin, and stabbed his finger in the middle of his forehead.

Suddenly, a big hand like a cattail fan emerged from the void, firmly grasped Ao Jing's finger, and broke it with force.

"Pa"

A slender severed finger fell into the big hand.

Ao Jing groaned and retreated quickly, standing in front of the crowd.

The cold monk's expression remained unchanged, he pushed Ao Jing away and stepped forward slowly, saying sternly: "I thought it was just a small shrimp, but it turns out there is a big fish."

"Benlin, you are too careless. How could you take out the jade in a crowded place? How did Master teach you?"

The monk, whose complete figure has not yet appeared in the void, has a gentle tone, which is like a spring breeze.

"Senior Brother! How could you come out? Junior Brother knows your mistake. Go back quickly!" Shi Benlin was stunned for a long time. It was not until the owner of the arm spoke that he woke up as if from a dream.

"It's too late. There is only one battle today."

Ripples rippled in the void, and the hand seemed to have grasped an invisible pillar, slowly pulling out a strange and thin figure. The two most conspicuous big hands of cattail leaf fans actually took up half the size of the body.

"Hua Xu, Duankong Palm! It's you!" The expression of the stern monk finally changed, and he hurriedly waved his hand to tell the Dragon Palace followers to step back.

Hua Xu glanced at them lightly, then turned to Shi Benlin and said: "Benlin, senior brother was originally guarding the surroundings of the deep ravine to prevent outside monks from catching up with most of the Immortal Sect.

The time is almost up, they should be safe, so you don't have to feel guilty. "

"Senior brother, it's your turn to cut off the queen?" Shi Benlin's expression was a little surprised, as if he couldn't believe what his senior brother said.

"Yes! If you die today, it will be a relief. If you don't die, you will still have the opportunity to contribute to the Immortal Sect. You won't blame senior brother, right?"

Others were puzzled when they heard Hua Xu's words, but Shi Benlin smiled, nodded and said, "How can you blame senior brother? It's because junior brother did things poorly and this is what happened."

Hua Xu also smiled and nodded. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped Shi Benlin on the head.

This is obviously to destroy everything about Shi Benlin, so that Dragon Palace will not be able to get traces of the Moro Immortal Sect from him.

"Hmph! Don't you think it's too ridiculous to play such a little trick in front of me? I allow you to say a few words to show you the last mercy before you die."

The cold monk yanked at the dragon tendon floating beside him. Shi Benlin couldn't control himself at all, and he staggered and was pulled in front of him.

The giant palm came with the wind and clung to Shi Benlin's head, but there was never a chance to press down and claim his life.

"Even if you tell the truth, you can't take your junior brother's life. The monk who is bound by the dragon-binding rope can only

Can die in the hands of our Dragon Palace! "

Seeing that the giant palm was within one foot, the cold monk shouted low and raised his fist to meet it. Shi Benlin was thrown far into the middle of the Dragon Palace monks.

"Brother!"

Shi Benlin, who was thrown into the air, cried out in pain because he could not die smoothly under the hands of his senior brother.

Hua Xu's calm voice rang out, "Benlin, don't panic, senior brother will send your true soul to heaven today."

"That's not a small tone! Although you are powerful, you are only slightly better than me! Let me see how you can steal people from me.

The Moro Immortal Sect has even taken out masters like you to cut off the back and send it to death. It seems that it is only one step away from destruction!

If you have some sense, you should hand over the artifact as soon as possible and throw yourself under my Dragon Palace door to seek protection! "

The cold monk attacked Hua Xu's defense mercilessly.

Hua Xu said no more words. There was neither sadness nor happiness in his cold eyes. He turned over and jumped into the sky. His two big palm-leaf fans danced like windmills and slapped the stern monk on the ground.

Ninety-nine huge purple-red holes suddenly appeared behind Hua Xu. Every time he clapped a palm, a similar palm print shot out of the giant hole. A total of one hundred palms hit him, whizzing down and hitting the Dragon Palace. On top of everyone's heads.

The Dragon Palace monks simultaneously exclaimed that Hua Xu's famous stunt, the Sky-Breaking Palm, was actually used right away.

Although this strange method can instantly increase the combat power by a hundred times, it does not last long, and Hua Xu himself will lose his strength before long.

The cold monk looked disdainful. A dragon scale shield appeared in his hand at some point. He threw it casually in the sky. The dragon scale shield was as large as a hundred feet in diameter and turned into a spiral iron wall, blocking the heads of everyone in the Dragon Palace.

Hua Xu's every high-five was blocked by the giant shield. The shield's surface continued to vibrate with loud bangs, but there was no damage at all.

"Brother! Be careful!"

Shi Benlin in the crowd saw the cold monk sneaking out a dagger in his other hand and hurriedly warned him.

The other Dragon Palace monks around him were immediately furious. They stared at the two masters competing. They temporarily ignored Shi Benlin who was bundled into a ball and actually asked him to make a noise to disrupt the battle!

Ao Jing immediately rushed forward, punched Shi Benlin on the forehead and knocked him unconscious. He shook off the dragon-binding rope and stabbed his body orifice with his palm.

He was already furious when Hua Xu had his finger cut off, but now he couldn't stop laughing, and directed all his anger on Shi Benlin.

When Hua Xu saw this, he immediately gave up the long-range bombardment and rushed towards the Dragon Palace crowd like thunder. He would never allow the Dragon Palace to take away the signaling token that could be used to find traces.

Falling all the way, waving his palms all the way, the ninety-nine huge holes hanging behind him seemed to contain countless powerful powers, and they were also beating wildly like Hua Xu. Countless palm prints were stacked on top of each other, pressing towards the Dragon Palace like the sky was collapsing. Children.

"snort!"

The cold monk saw that Hua Xu was so confident that he dared to give up the advantage of long-distance attack. Of course, he would not waste this great opportunity.

With a sudden lift, the huge shield hanging in the air rushed forward and hit Hua Xu. The dagger in his hand was quickly thrown out, and it flew into the air and turned into a fang about a foot long, shining with a terrifying cold light. , stabbed directly into Hua Xu's chest.

And he himself was not idle either. He clenched his fists tightly, shouted angrily, and punched Hua Xu with hundreds of dragon head fist seals.

The dragon tooth dagger seemed to possess the secret skill of evading the air, and suddenly it flashed to Hua Xu's heart. With a "pop" sound, it pierced straight into Hua Xu's chest and was firmly nailed to Hua Xu's chest. A stream of blood flowed out from the stab hole.

The dragon-scale shield immediately came towards me, scattering all the palm prints and hitting them hard.

On Hua Xu's pair of giant cattail palms, flesh and blood suddenly flew out. The snow-white knuckles of Hua Xu's palms were immediately exposed, and then countless cracks and cracks opened.

Hua Xu grunted, swatted the giant shield away, and the momentum continued unabated. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to less than ten feet above the Dragon Palace monk's head, and swung his palm towards Shi Benlin.

However, the cold monk's Hundred-Ten Dragon Head Fist Seals were all condensed and formed at this time. There was a burst of banging noises, and they hit Hua Xu's thin chest and abdomen one after another, cracking several ribs again.

The surrounding Dragon Palace monks saw that he, a thin human race, dared to bully the dragon race, and they all shouted angrily. Although the dragon race was also good at magic, they preferred to use their strong bodies to scratch and crush their enemies.

In all the worlds, there are only a few monks who dare to get close and attack in front of the Dragon Clan.

Hua Xu was obviously not included in this group, but he actually jumped within ten feet without fear of death. The Dragon Clan monks' rage could no longer be suppressed. Everyone showed off their special skills and greeted Hua Xu. Countless powerful toes, claws, sharp angles, and spurts. As if rushing forward.

Although Hua Xu was a bit stronger than them, he would definitely suffer heavy damage or even die suddenly if he bore such a heavy blow without dodging.

But Hua Xu turned a blind eye to this, and a warm smile appeared on his face. He saw that his big handprint had been pressed on Shi Benlin's chest.

But Ao Jing didn't have time to throw out the dragon-binding rope and seize the man.

"Tsk, tsk, what a righteous sect, who is willing to sacrifice his life! I really admire you. It's a pity that he can't die yet, and neither can you."

A lighthearted mocking sound rang in Hua Xu's ears.

Hua Xu felt his eyes flicker, and a huge iron-like palm struck the air. He could not hold on to the falling force and rushed into the center of the Dragon Clan cultivator.

With no way out, Shi Benlin disappeared before his eyes as if melting into the void.

"Who are you! How dare you stop my Dragon Palace from doing things!" The cold monk shouted angrily.

Only then did Hua Xu have the opportunity to look around. None of the Dragon Palace monks around him were standing, and they were all lying at his feet.

Not far away, a black-armored monk was holding Shi Benlin in one hand and playing with the dragon-binding rope in the other hand, and said mockingly:

"What the hell is the Dragon Palace? A lot of them have been killed. It's really strange. Those are all green, why are you all white?"

When Shi Yu was about to release Benlin's explosive body, he noticed the weak fluctuations of heaven and earth in the deep ravine.

The self-destruction of hundreds of centuries of monks is enough to cause large-scale tremors in the world, not to mention that Shi Benlin could only run more than a thousand miles.

Shi Yu's spiritual thoughts spread out from a distance, and he was just casually looking to see who was doing it, but when he heard people from the Dragon Palace mention that Shi Benlin was a disciple of the Moro Immortal Sect, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"It was you who killed the people from the Bishui Dragon Palace! Okay! Very good! You actually delivered it to the door yourself!" The cold monk's face tightened, he quickly took a few steps back, took out a jade medal and crushed it hard.

"Blue Water Dragon Palace! What about you? White Water Dragon Palace? Hahahaha."

Shi Yu watched indifferently as the cold monk sent a letter asking for help. He put away the dragon-binding rope and waved to Hua Xu, signaling him to come over.

Hua Xu hesitated for a moment, and then his giant palm gradually shrank back to normal. At this time, he looked like a frail scholar.

Shi Yu's eyes flickered and he chuckled.

Hua Xu looked at Shi Benlin in Shi Yu's hand and slowly leaned over, but he didn't think Shi Yu meant well.

The monks from outside the world have been causing trouble in the Moro Realm for thousands of years, and they have also accumulated deep hatred against each other during the war. They are all here to compete for the artifacts, and they are definitely not here to help the Moro Immortal Sect.