"Get up!" The four monks in the Jiedan stage who did not rush over shouted. More than eighty blue flags surrounded the surroundings, emitting a stream of strong water spiritual power.

More than eighty blue flags flew close to the front three or four miles, and landed in one after another, inserted straight into the ground, each emitting a water-blue light of inspiration, blending together, and entering the light curtain that blocked my finger insect before.

This water-attribute magic circle requires four cultivators in the Killing Physical Stage to activate at the same time. It can be seen that its power is so powerful that even if the late cultage cultivators in the Killing Physical Stage are trapped in it, they may not be able to escape by relying on their own strength!

The many elixirs in the Killing Stage cultivators who rushed towards Wuzhizhe did not care much about this magic array. They knew clearly that the people who arranged the magic array did not dare to attack without distinction, as this would cause public anger. After all, there were ten elixirs in the Killing Stage cultivators in this. If they joined forces, although they were a little trouble, it would be possible to break the magic array. Moreover, this magic array was just trapping the array, and it seemed that there was no means of attack!

Yuan Ling, a monk named Huang and a female monk named Liu, joined forces, and rushed towards Wuzhizhe and used methods to attack. He seemed to want to take the Wuzhizhe first, but looking at the attack methods of the three of them, they were obviously perfunctory, and it seemed that the target was not Wuzhizhe.

My finger insect was blocked by the magic circle. When I turned my head, I found that many cultivators in the Kalpa stage rushed up. When it grinned, it turned into a ball of black and golden escape light again and rushed towards the other side.

The old man with silver hair threw one hand and a small cloth bag with sparkling light came out of his hand, flew into the air, automatically opening his pocket, and a huge suction force immediately covered the me-finger insect about thirty feet.

"Calm!" The old man with silver hair shouted loudly, and the suction force suddenly pulled. My finger insect was twisting, as if he was drunk, trembling desperately in the air, trying to get rid of the suction force.

After all, the insect couldn't resist the suction force and was pulled into the small cloth bag.

As soon as he waved his hand, he wanted to take back the cloth bag, but before the cloth bag could fly into his hand, a red flying sword flashed by and hit it hard on the cloth bag, smashing it away.

A middle-aged man with a hair was rising up in the air, carrying a bamboo basket and a bag, he put a small cloth bag into the flower basket.

"Hehe, Old Monster Kun, you are so old, I'm afraid you won't have many years to live. It's a waste to get this alien insect. I'll help you raise it!" The middle-aged man with his hair smiled and rushed towards the light curtain of the formation without looking back.

The middle-aged man with hair was not only snatched the Wujingworm, but also took away the silver-haired old man's strange treasure bag.

As he approached the formation quickly, the middle-aged man with a hair-dressed nose shouted at a young man with a hook nose who was holding the abbot's formation: "Fellow Taoist Turtle, if you don't open the formation at this time, when will you wait!"

The hooked nose grinned and pointed it gently. A crack was actually cracked in one corner of the abbot. It was right in front of the middle-aged man with his hair, without any obstruction, and he was about to escape with his hair.

The other three other Dan-Jianging Stage, who presided over the formation, were shocked and angry, but they could not do anything. If they took action now, the formation would be completely broken!

The middle-aged man with the hooked nose and the middle-aged man with a hair disheveled hair had already agreed. The middle-aged man with a hair disheveled hair grabbed the alien insect, and the middle-aged man with a hair disheveled nose opened up and let the middle-aged man with a hair disheveled hair leave. Maybe he would immediately make up for the formation and stop the people behind him.

Good abacus!

"It's not that easy to leave. I know you have something to do with it. I've been waiting for you for a long time!" A young man in white waved with one hand, and a transparent large mesh-shaped secret treasure appeared at the gap of the large array, blocking the middle-aged man with a hair.

This transparent net not only has strong concealment ability, but also has very high resilience. The middle-aged man with a hair was covered and immediately released the red flying sword and slashed it, but it was not very useful. Whether it was sharp or powerful, it was easily blocked by layers of spiritual light outside the net.

Because of the blocking of this transparent network, the movements of the monks with hair were restricted, giving other monks of the Dan-stage stage to catch up.

The middle-aged man with hair was surrounded by everyone before he could rush out of the big net.

He was surrounded, but the middle-aged man with his hair was not panicked. He just smiled helplessly and raised his hand. The small bag in the bamboo basket flew towards the old man with silver hair. At the same time, he shouted: "I don't want the thing back to you!"

Halfway through the cloth bag, he was stopped by another nearby person, but this person wanted to snatch the cloth bag, and the attack power of the other people followed. He had no choice but to give up the fight and turn to defend. For a moment, seven or eight cultivators in the Killing Dan stage were in a mess.

Everyone was snatching the cloth bag, but even if they got it, they couldn't last long, so they were forced to throw it away. The cloth bag turned into a hot potato. Everyone wanted it, but no one could hold it.

Yuan Ling, the monk surnamed Huang and the female cultivator surnamed Liu did not participate in the competition for the cloth bag. They followed the edge of the battle group at a distance and looked like they were planning to take the opportunity to take action, but if someone was interested, they would find that the three of them were not at all attentive!

Flying over a gravel land, Yuan Ling nodded at the other two. The other two were immediately overjoyed and turned around without thinking, heading towards the edge of the formation.

"We are the elders of Qingyang Sect. Let us release the formation. We are going out. The alien insects will send you there!" The monk named Huang shouted loudly.

"People from Qingyang Sect? No, the two fellow Taoists will stay. Wait for a while before talking. This formation is not easy to open at will!" A cultivator from the Jiedan stage who was in charge of the trapping formation outside shook his head and refused decisively.

"Since you can't discuss it, you'll offend me!" The cultivator surnamed Huang glanced at the female cultivator surnamed Liu beside him, and then took action together and attacked the formation.

This formation is quite extraordinary, the monk named Huang is

For a moment, the people who were busy breaking the formation were breaking the formation, and the people who were busy fighting for the me and finger insects were fighting for the me and finger insects, and the underside was in chaos.

The people below were busy fighting for the wrinkle, but Han Ming rushed into the cloud of disaster that had dissipated for half.

After glanced around, Han Ming smiled slightly, and with one hand, the three thunder balls were immediately pulled and flew towards him.

The thunder ball was only halfway through, "Scream!" A low shout suddenly rang in Han Ming's mind, making him faint slightly. This was a special mental attack that could make people lose their mind for a short time.

Accompanied by this mental attack, a small blue and black dagger appeared silently behind Han Ming's neck and stroked his head.

At the same time, a monk in the brocade robe suddenly appeared on the edge of the three thunder balls, raised his hand slightly, and grabbed three special thunder balls.

This brocade monk was the former fake elixir cultivator of the Tianji Pavilion. He used a special escape technique to touch him quietly and found three thunder balls in the heavenly tribulation. Now he suddenly took action and wanted to take down the three thunder balls and kill Han Ming, the only witness.

Looking at the thunder ball that was approaching in front of him, a hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the monk Jinbo. Although he could not see the origin of the thunder ball, it was of great value. After all, he had absorbed so much lightning!

The monk in the brocade robe clapped his hands suddenly and was about to capture the three thunder balls, but at this moment, two "swoosh, swoosh." sounds of breaking through the air, two of the three thunder balls flew away from the air, one big and one small.

Holding the small blue and black dagger in one hand and two thunder balls in the other, Han Ming looked at the young man in the brocade robe with a smile.

"The little fake pill dares to steal my stuff, and he is really brave!" Han Ming exerted force, and the small blue and black dagger that was constantly struggling was directly pinched off.

Seeing that the little blue and black dagger that he had relied on was actually broken by one hand, the monk in the brocade robe immediately exclaimed: "How is that possible!"

This is too unrealistic. It is a fake magic weapon. It is a top-level spiritual weapon. Cutting off an ordinary spiritual weapon is like cutting tofu, but it is crushed by someone with bare hands. What a strong power, what a strong body!

The monk in the brocade robe instantly realized that the "fake pill-stage monk" in front of him was an existence pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. It was definitely not a fake pill. This kind of strength is probably impossible for ordinary monks in the elixir stage to achieve!

The monk with brocade robe was panicked and was about to move out of Tianji Pavilion, put down his figure, surrender and hand over the thunder ball, but before he could speak, he heard the man in the green robe spoke on the opposite side, his tone was cold.

"You don't have to live if you dare to touch my things, just hand over your life!" Han Ming reached out his hand slightly and grabbed it in front, as if he was going to use some means.

Seeing that there was no idea of ​​giving in, the monks of the brocade robe immediately turned around and fled behind, and threatened, "Don't chase me, otherwise I will be back if I leave." As he spoke, the monks of the brocade robe held the hand of the thunder bead and used force slightly.

Seeing this, Han Ming paused slightly, as if he was really afraid that the Thunder Pearl would be destroyed, so he stopped and looked at the young man in brocade robe who was trying to escape desperately.

The man in the green robe behind him did not pursue him, and the monk in the brocade breathed a sigh of relief, feeling full of glory for the death of the disaster, but there was a hint of doubt in his heart, and he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

The young man in brocade robe did not think much about the uneasiness deep in his heart, but just held the thunder bead in his hand, as if this was his only way to save his life.

Standing in the disaster clouds with his hands, Han Ming smiled faintly as the brocade monk fled here, watching him use his strange secret technique and hide his body.

He is just a fake alchemy monk. His hidden secret technique is a bit special. He may be able to hide from ordinary alchemy cultivators, but for Han Ming, who has the blue blind sky eye, he has nowhere to hide.

This cultivator from Tianji Pavilion can sneak into the cloud of catastrophe, attack Han Ming, and "rob" of a thunder bead, which is all allowed by Han Ming. If Han Ming wants to kill him, he will not even have the chance to sacrifice that fake magic weapon.

After watching the battle below, Han Ming raised his mouth slightly and raised his hand gently. Half of the bone-spiriting fragrance was ignited, turning into several wisps of smoke, which was slightly swung and dissipated into the surrounding air.

The monk from Tianji Pavilion used his hidden means to hide at the edge of the magic circle. Han Ming turned his head and saw it. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he made a gesture without hesitation, and instantly activated the condensed thunder ball as a mixed mark.
Chapter completed!