Above the head of the Qinglong Flying Boat, Liu Changsheng, Yinya, and Liu Xuanyue each hold a long bow, hold a bow and arrow, and the arrow points to the rolls and chases the sun.

Two silver and one black, and three long bows are all at the level of the spiritual treasure, and the sharp arrows in the hands of the three are also at the level of the spiritual treasure.

The twenty-seven spiritual treasure-level arrows in Liu Changsheng's hand were divided into three groups, with nine branches in his hand.

Outside Chuiyun City, Liu Changsheng, Zhong Wushuang, Tushan, and one bow with one hand, joined forces to attack and kill a powerful demon emperor in an instant. Inspired by this, after leaving the barbarians, Liu Changsheng deliberately separated the three treasure bows in his hand, Yinya and Liu Xuanyue each got one.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten sharp arrows shot at Peng Zhuri like a rainstorm. Even though Peng Zhuri's body was like lightning, he was still shot three arrows. After one arrow was penetrated through his right leg, his skin became numb. After a moment, the skin near Jianchuang turned into purple-green color, and his blood flowed was not smooth. Peng Zhuri was so scared that he was scattered.

"You have been poisoned, so it's unnecessary to escape. You'd better die obediently!"

Liu Changsheng's voice transmission sounded in Peng Zhuri's ears, and behind him, sharp arrows roared, as if the sharp arrows were endless, with a muffled sound, and another arrow was shot on the left shoulder.

The pain of the poisonous body suddenly came to my heart. Peng Zhuri's anger and fear were mixed. For a moment, his heart was ashamed. He wanted to rush towards Liu Changsheng and revealed his intention to die together, but he was very unwilling to accept it. With the magic power, the three sharp arrows nailed to his body left in three dimensions, and blood was like a spring. Then, while all his magical powers came out, he fled far away, and quickly took out jade bottles, poured out pills and threw them into his mouth.

After falling into the same pit twice in a row, he was so angry that he couldn't figure out why he had been in the hands of Liu Changsheng one after another. The last time he was poisoned not only fell into the realm, but was also cheated by Zen Master Zhiguang and forced to be a spirit beast. This time, once he fell into Liu Changsheng's hands, the fate would be even worse and he dare not imagine it.

Fortunately, when the twenty-seven sharp arrows were finally used up, Peng Zhuri's escape speed was as fast as light and lightning, and he actually escaped from the attack range of sharp arrows. If it were the slightly slower Demon King's powerful man who had been shot and killed on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Liu Changsheng frowned and thought to himself, it was a pity. The sharp arrows in his hand were originally non-toxic. After getting a large amount of poison from Ying Chongxiao, he became careful and deliberately applied the sharp arrows transformed by the three armor-breaking cones. Unexpectedly, they would come in handy so quickly.

Just now, he accidentally noticed that someone was secretly peeping at the void. In case of precaution, he specially put Nalan Chuchu, Wangyue Bird, and Golden Teeth into the spirit beast ring, but quietly released Liu Xuanyue. At this moment, he joined forces to attack, and it was indeed a good effect, but he chose the wrong target. If he attacked the other four people, he would definitely be able to shoot one of them directly.

It was a long story, and all this was just a few breaths. The other four had just left the broken void and stood firm, but found that Peng Zhuri had already escaped.

These four people were all monks wearing cassocks. They had different appearances and ages, but their four bald heads were bright and bright, and their faces were filled with shock and anger.

Hiding in the clouds, waiting for Liu Changsheng to step into the depths of the Burial Immortal Slope, far away from Tushan, and other cultivators, he suddenly launched an attack silently. Unexpectedly, Liu Changsheng would have seen through the journey, and he would not have thought that Liu Changsheng's magical power was so powerful, far beyond his imagination.

One of the thin monks with strong faces did not say anything, shook his hand and sacrificed a golden Zen stick. In the blink of an eye, the Zen stick turned into dozens of feet long and short, rolled up a strong wind in the sky, and smashed it hard towards the Qinglong Flying Boat.

On the other side, a middle-aged monk about meter tall, with his back and waist swung his fists together, smashing out a dense fist shadow. Each fist shadow turned into a golden tiger in the air, pounced on the flying boat with his teeth and claws. For a moment, golden light flashed all over the sky.

"Amitabha, the donor has taken the action and has entered the path of demons. Today I want to practice the way of heaven and kill demons and eliminate demons!"

Another old monk, Gao Xuan, who was both white, raised the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light slashed the void in half. It was aimed directly at the head of the flying boat at a distance of ten thousand feet.

The fourth young monk with a handsome appearance sacrificed a demon-subduing pestle, which turned into a hundred feet in size, bursting out thousands of golden lights. The three Buddha heads on the pestle seemed to have turned around, their eyes were like lightning, their lips were squirming, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the void.

“Ommani Bame Hum…”

The sound of the Sanskrit was not very loud, but it was like a yellow bell that shocked people. Even though it was hundreds of miles away, the three god-transforming cultivators, Xu Sanping, and the three god-transforming cultivators, were still trembling in their souls. The minds of the Yuanying cultivators roared in the minds, while the golden elixir cultivators were in a trance, their whole body was soft, and the spiritual power in their bodies seemed to collapse instantly.

"The heaven sings the Sanskrit sound, it's broken!"

Zhenren Dongming murmured, his face so gloomy that it could drip into the water. His figure swayed, soared into the air, pounced in the direction where Liu Changsheng was, and quickly sacrificed a talisman and slapped it on his body.

"Senior brother, wait, don't help me. We can't resist these four bald thieves!"

Bai Qing shouted anxiously.

The four monks in the distance were clearly Zen Master Zhiguang, the four disciples of Daxin, Da Yong, Dade, and Daren, all had supernatural powers equivalent to those of the god-transforming monk. Not to mention four people, even one person could easily kill the Nascent Soul monk, Dongming Zhenren. What's more, the Heavenly Singing Sanskrit is not something that Nascent Soul monk can resist, unless the six consciousnesses are closed and the soul is close, it will be severely damaged.

Lu Fang's silver teeth were clattering. He was thinking about how to help Liu Changsheng and get back the affection of the estranged brothers. In a blink of an eye, Liu Changsheng encountered danger, but the danger was too great. He rushed forward rashly, not only could he not help, but he would lose his life.

But the true man Dongming rushed out like a madman. If he didn't follow, once Liu Changsheng could escape this danger, he would be even more despised by him after knowing this matter, and he would probably be completely ruthless.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his footsteps and soared into the air. A silver light flashed in his hand and a silver halberd appeared. This silver halberd was given by Liu Changsheng back then.

"Junior Brother Lu, you..."

Bai Qing opened his mouth, but didn't know how to persuade him. He made up his mind and rushed out. The light and shadow in his body flashed, and he transformed into a colorful tiger. The spiritual pressure in his body rose step by step. He actually directly inspired the secret technique of the Beast God Art.

"They're all crazy!"

He cursed indignantly.

"Uncle Master, aren't these three people afraid of death?"

An elder of the Nascent Soul Sect, who was standing behind Tushan, asked in surprise.

Tu Shan seemed to have not heard his words, looking into the distance, looking confused, but whether to help or not, this clearly posed a big problem for him!

He came here to invite Liu Changsheng to join the Divine Sect and made a promise to share the same hatred for the enemy when encountering a strong enemy. In a blink of an eye, the test came. If you help Liu Changsheng, maybe Liu Changsheng might have the possibility of joining the Divine Sect. If you don’t help, you might anger Liu Changsheng to become an enemy, but you can’t help. There are five strong men on the other side, and each of them seems to be not inferior to him, especially Peng Zhuri. Although he was fleeing in the panic, the spiritual pressure exposed in his body was too strong than himself.

The man in the dome opened his mouth wide, smiling but not smiling, and looked weird.

He had just cursed Liu Changsheng, and Liu Changsheng's enemy came to the door. When he encountered such a situation, he wanted to hide further and further away. He would not have tried to help Liu Changsheng. But if he didn't help, wouldn't he fart what he promised to Liu Changsheng?

Xu Sanping's face was as deep as water, and he was also confused. He wanted to make friends with Liu Changsheng, but the strength of the five other people was here. Moreover, the Buddhist forces strongly invaded the Beiju Continent, and it was obvious that someone was behind the scenes. If he offended Pudu Temple, he would offend the entire Buddhist sect, and he would not dare.

"Let you be crazy, is that okay?"

Yan Ling'er was in a daze, and the sound of Sanskrit was heard. She was soft and drowsy, but she still didn't forget to curse Liu Changsheng.

Yan Zhen's face turned pale. He grabbed Yan Ling'er and lifted her into the cave. He opened the cave ban to prevent the sound of Sanskrit from entering his ears.

Although Liu Changsheng rejected him, he was embarrassed, but he instinctively hated the monks of Pudu Temple. These Buddhist disciples were cleansing up their behavior under the banner of killing demons and eliminating demons. They did not kill a few monsters, but instead expanded their strength by taking advantage of the beast calamity, and robbed them behind their backs and did countless evil things.

The Yan Emperor's lineage was able to manage the Great Yan Dynasty for two thousand years, and there were countless eyeliners set up within the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty, and the informative knowledge was far more than the Tianshi Mansion. Of course, this is also because everyone's attention targets were different. The Tianshi Mansion was concerned about the large and small sects within the Great Yan Dynasty, while the Yan Emperor's lineage was concerned about all the turbulent movements within the entire territory.

The monks of other sects were lucky enough to gloat, and some secretly thought of Liu Changsheng as a pity. Some were cursing the monks of Pudu Temple to be despicable. There were no blind fools here, so no one could see clearly that these five people clearly wanted to attack Liu Changsheng in the depths of the Burial Fairy Slope, but they exposed Xingzang in advance.

No matter what I think, everyone has the same understanding. If Liu Changsheng is in trouble, he may be in danger of losing his life.

A loud noise came from afar, the earth was shaking, and a series of suffocating terrifying pressures fell from the sky.

At this moment, a long roar suddenly sounded, like a dragon's roar, like a monkey's cry. In the blink of an eye, the sound was heard for thousands of miles, and the roar came into my ears. All the monks' hearts were clear and bright, and the qi and blood in their bodies were inexplicably boiling. The discomfort caused by the singing of the Buddhist chant in heaven instantly disappeared and was overwhelmed by the roar.

Hundreds of miles away, the Qinglong Flying Boat was divided into pieces, but the three figures in the boat had already left the flying boat and rushed in two directions.

The four monks who were surrounded by the Qinglong Flying Boat and were at a high place, but only three were left. The monk Dayong, who was with a tiger back and a bear waist, was shot five arrows one after another, and his head was even exploded by Liu Changsheng's arrow, and his burly body like a bear fell on the ground.

"Do you go to death!"

The thin and dry monk Daxin's eyes were red. The Zen staff that had just broken the Qinglong Flying Boat was shining with golden light, flying high, and smashing it hard towards Liu Changsheng with the strong wind.

The ring knife in the hand of the Great Master slashed out dozens of sharp sword lights, which were also approaching Liu Changsheng.
Chapter completed!