Eight monks wearing uniform dark green robes and masks put Zhao Wujiang and Li Chunjun at a disadvantage.

The attacks between Zhao Wujiang and Li Chunjun were somewhat difficult to cause damage to the eight mysterious monks, and they were avoided too many attacks by the strange quicksand body.

Even if it hits, the mysterious monk's body will turn into countless gravels, directly sharing the power contained in the attack, and infinitely weakening the power.

"Who are you?"

Li Chunjun's aura gradually became disordered, and his sword energy could not work. His power was consumed in vain. At the same time, he had to consume more power to resist the opponent's attack, resulting in less and less spiritual energy and sword energy in his body, and he could not be replenished by breathing.

The mysterious monks did not answer, and the offensive continued, but their murderous intent was revealed, nor did they attack the vital points. It seemed that the purpose was to consume the power of Li Chunjun and Zhao Wuyang.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep, and a suction gradually appeared in the attack. When he attacked a mysterious monk, the mysterious monk was about to transform into a quicksand body to weaken his attack, but suddenly the scattered quicksand was forcibly gathered together.

"boom!"

The mysterious monk was forced to bear the full power of Zhao Wujiang's attack, and staggered back a few steps, covered his heart, and was extremely surprised.

The other four monks who besieged Zhao Wujiang were also puzzled. How could anyone under the venerable be able to hurt them without the power of the divine weapons?

The magical power they practice can make themselves invincible.

You should know that the young master who practiced this magical power back then could be safe and sound even when facing Lu Xiaojin from the Lu family and resolved all of Lu Xiaojin's offensives.

Zhao Wuyang, whose cultivation is not as good as Lu Xiaojin, can actually hurt them?

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold. If he hadn't been completely sure to wipe these people out, he wouldn't have just used the Star-Sucking Technique.

When he saw these people's strange magical powers, he thought of using the Star-Sucking Technique to crack it, which was indeed effective.

The Star-absorbing Technique was learned by Xuanyuan Yuheng, who died in the Great Xia Dynasty. He thought it would not have much effect in this vast world.

But in the Demon Locking Tower of the God Demon Sect, he learned that the Star-Sucking Technique is the cornerstone spiritual technique of the Demon Swallowing Heaven, which means that the Star-Sucking Technique is even more powerful than he imagined.

But it is precisely because of its strength and particularity that Zhao Wujiang knows the truth that it is guilty of possessing a treasure, and he often uses it with caution.

Now that he used the Star-Sucking Technique to slightly defeat several mysterious people like dog skin plaster, he was not happy. He was worried that these people were coming for his Star-Sucking Technique.

Zhao Wujiang, Li Chunjun, eight green-robed monks, and even all the monks in the entire building and the cave did not notice that in the dim sky just now, there were two eyes as big as red lanterns looking down at everyone.

———

Wang Junlang was lying on the yellow sand wet with blood, his breathing gradually calmed down. Just as he was about to try to sit up, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the right.

On the right, a smiling head slowly grew from the yellow sand, which was Zhuge Xiaobai, who he didn't like.

Zhuge Xiaobai only showed a head in the yellow sand and smiled:

"You're not dead?"

Wang Junlang's heart sank because he felt the murderous intent under Zhuge Xiaobai's smiling face.

"But Zhao Wuyang is right, he is not a hypocrite like Yue Bufan." Zhuge Xiaobai's head moved on the gravel:

"I thought about it, neither am I. After all, you are barely innocent..."

"Wow."

Zhuge Xiaobai jumped out of the gravel, patted the yellow sand on his clothes, spread one hand towards Wang Junlang, revealing the two gilded dice on his hand, and said with a smile:

"Let me do this, I will save your life until I shake the leopard. I will kill you until I shake the leopard. How about you, I will kill you until I shake the leopard. How about it?"

Wang Junlang stared at Zhuge Xiaobai coldly and did not speak.

"Ba." The dice fell on the yellow sand, two four points, and the leopard.

Wang Junlang quietly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he actually didn't want to die.

Zhuge Xiaobai's complexion darkened, then picked up the dice and smiled:
Chapter completed!