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Chapter 357 Pick the soft persimmon first

Kill...them?
The moment these words rang out, Yi Daohong's figure suddenly pulled away a hundred feet away.
The other Xuanguangdong monks also dispersed one after another, assuming postures to defend themselves against the enemy.
Just when Miao Qinghui was still thinking about the authenticity of these words, a vast and majestic golden light passed in front of her eyes.
I saw that the dark golden statue did not hesitate at all.
Like an arrow leaving the string, the huge and muscular body suddenly shot out.
Shen Yi seems to be its seal.
After he left the shoulders of the golden body in the air, this existence of more than ten feet tall finally revealed its terror to the world.
The heavy pressure swept across violently, making the monks with lower cultivation levels unable to breathe at all.
Until it came to Yi Daohong's head.
The huge palm with clear lines swung downwards with an overwhelming force!
The confrontation between two late-stage god-transforming monks caused a complete riot in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
They quickly gathered together and condensed in the air into a magic sword glowing with silver light like a long river of snow. It was almost ten feet long, and the sword body was extremely thick.
Click! Click!
The prison-suppressing magician refused to evade, and his palm fell straight down, and the broad magic sword, which was about ten feet long, pointed directly at its palm and stabbed it.
With a crisp sound, the magic sword not only failed to pierce the dark golden palm, but instead shattered inch by inch under the huge force, dissipating into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again.
Yi Daohong took the palm forcefully and fell to the ground unexpectedly, hitting the wall of Longya Mountain with a bang!
Only one round, the decision will be made.
The Xuanguang Cave monks turned pale as they finally recalled the horror of these Yin Shen monks.
That incense body that is as powerful as a demon is no worse than a magic weapon.
Every punch and palm will be scratched and bruised, and you will die if you touch it.
"you……"
Miao Qinghui quickly turned around and looked at the young man not far away.
She thought it was just a dispute of words, but she didn't expect that not only did the Golden Shen Dharma Prime take action suddenly, but he was also so ruthless, obviously seeking his life.
"Are you serious?!"
This guy really plans to kill so many people in Xuanguang Cave.
What a joke.
No matter who of these two late-stage god-transformation monks dies here, they will only be happy in Thousand Monster Cave in the end.
The reason is actually for the inconspicuous Xu family?
Wutong Mountain seems to be aloof, but in fact it still keeps this covenant in its heart, otherwise it would not send disciples to mediate every time there is a problem, and try to prevent big problems from happening.
This time is no exception.
Miao Qinghui stopped talking and said directly: "Let him stop!"
In her opinion, the Xu family just had a personal vendetta against Xuanguangdong. Daqian had already proven that they had the ability to protect the Xu family. This was enough. There was really no need to cause too many casualties due to internal strife.
Some friction is normal between alliances.
If you use your strength as a bargaining chip, you can negotiate anything and make concessions.
The most important thing is not to affect the main business.
Every late-stage god-transformation monk is the main force in resisting the Thousand Monster Cave, and is an extremely precious existence.
"..."
After saying that, Miao Qinghui was stunned for a moment.
She felt a little weird.
Wutongshan, which has always been said to be one-of-a-kind, doesn't seem to be that effective this time.
The young man in gorgeous cassocks hung quietly in front of him, completely ignoring his own thoughts.
"What you mean now is that you want me to do it myself?"
Miao Qinghui narrowed her eyes and slowly frowned.
To put it harshly.
Nie Jun killed the Blood-Transforming Demon Emperor, would Thousand Monster Cave dare to go to Wutong Mountain to take revenge? They and their fellow sects were jumping up and down in Thousand Monster Cave, not to prevent those demons from coming out to retaliate against their allies.
At this moment, her words had no effect.
Miao Qinghui exhaled slightly, stretched out her palm, and a pagoda quietly fell into her palm.
The right to speak in Wutong Mountain is not won by words.
At this moment, Shen Yi finally moved.
He looked back for a moment.
Looking at those dark eyes, Miao Qinghui suddenly realized something.
The reason why Shen Yi has been standing here is not to watch a show.
But looking at myself.
Let the Dharma image in the late stage of divine transformation deal with Yi Daohong, and then let the other party stay and keep an eye on himself, a disciple of Wutong Mountain?
"Are you looking down on me a little too much?"
Miao Qinghui only felt angry and funny, and scolded: "Get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Shen Yi turned around slowly.
On the contrary, he had never underestimated the woman in front of him, and felt that Qinghua was no match for her, and there was even a huge gap between her.
So the only one left behind is Shen Yi herself.
Thinking of this, he stood with his hands down, a rich black evil filled his eyes, the aura filled the air, and he let the hem of his clothes flow freely: "Try it."
Seeing Shen Yi suddenly confronting Miao Qinghui again.
Led by Zhu Jue, the many golden figures who were about to kill all stopped in place.
Then without saying a word, they quietly gathered around.
"..."
Miao Qinghui held the pagoda in her hands, her expression becoming increasingly weird.
She had never felt so difficult.
Both sides are allies, and you have to choose one side to kill.
"Have you forgotten that I am also a late-stage god-transformation monk?"
She looked sideways into the distance.
I saw the dark golden dharma image passing through the air, attacking fiercely, and every move was a killing move.
Yi Daohong is known as the Master of Wanfa. He never relies on magic weapons. He has mastered hundreds of profound magic techniques. He should not be inferior to most monks in the same realm.
With the waving of hands, all kinds of exercises emerge in endlessly.
It caused turmoil in the world.
But the body shape of the golden body was astonishingly fast, and it released a dragon and a dragon.
As the three encircled him, Yi Daohong could only run for his life.
As soon as he saw it, he was entangled by the dragon, and he didn't know what kind of tricks were used to make the old man's face turn black.
I can no longer be merciful...
Miao Qinghui raised her palm fiercely, and the pagoda glowing with mysterious light rose up to the sky, and then suddenly increased in size a hundred times!
First, control the stubborn donkeys like Da Gan, and then bring them back to Wutong Mountain to educate them slowly.
"Little thing, come in and stay here!"
Miao Qinghui sneered, and as she moved the magic formula, the mysterious tower suddenly enveloped the young man in front of her.
At this moment, her expression changed slightly.
In the distance, a figure in a black robe was seen trying to attack.
Yi Daohong finally broke free from the siege of the dark golden Dharma. His body glowed with a vicious light, and he was obviously seriously injured.
Even the breath on his body was mostly weakened, but he didn't try to escape, but rushed towards Shen Yi with a ferocious face!
Just rely on the orders given by this kid just now.
It can be seen that his status in Daqian is extremely high.
To capture the thief, capture the king first!
You have to pick out the soft persimmons before pinching them. As long as you control this kid, you're afraid that Da Gan won't obey him.
"Avoid it!"
Miao Qinghui scolded angrily and hurriedly changed the magic formula, trying to put away the pagoda mysterious light.
At the same time, I felt quite dissatisfied.
The golden statue of Dharma stopped unexpectedly and didn't know how to come up to help.
Even if a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation is injured, a bunch of three-foot-long golden bodies cannot keep up with him.
Zhu Jue and others only saw a mysterious light passing by and had no time to react.
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Chapter completed!
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