The light full of evil and destruction shuttles through Wen Tianbao's bones like a sword.

This ray of light seemed to have a kind of agitation. It was originally only a little bit, but as it entered the bones, the wooden spiritual power in the gap between the bones also broke out. When the light was wrapped, the color turned into a dark color. Soon, an evil light turned into two, three... The entire bone was suddenly covered with a gray haze. Even if Wen Tianbao had the full power to operate the "Bone Refining Method", it would be useless. Even under the operation, all of these lights entered the depths of the bones.

Wen Tianbao even felt that the bones of his right arm gradually lost their flexibility, as if there was a mysterious force in secret manipulation.

The white-haired middle-aged monk on the opposite side stared and his fingers gently twisted, like a chess player. Wen Tianbao felt the bones on his right arm tremble suddenly, and the spiritual light floating on it was gradually eroded and disappeared, turning into a dark color.

At the same time, Zeng Cai defeated the white-haired middle-aged magic trick just now, and was furious. He first killed two disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect, then turned around and rushed towards the demonic cultivators including the white-haired middle-aged middle-aged monks and several Huanxu Sect monks.

"Kill!" The disciples of the Huanxu Sect were elegant and free, and they were all as if they were stepping on the void. Their own magic was used, as if they were derived from the void, and they were strange and mysterious.

These disciples of the Huanxu Sect obviously also hated evil to the demon cultivators. After a brief gesture, the spiritual light of the body floated and the palms were grabbed. A stream of spiritual power inexplicably spread, and they actually directly communicated with the spiritual power of heaven and earth through some mysterious method. This is the magic of the Huanxu Sect. They are loyal to the emptiness and tranquility, and their bodies are in line with heaven and earth, and the Tao follows nature.

Several demon cultivators quickly used their magic skills to resist. At the same time, the crazy Zeng Cai came angrily. In his opinion, they were all enemies. The opponents on several sides were forced to the situation and had no words to fight each other. But the purpose was obviously only one, of course, to capture the monks with the treasures. Naturally, they would not think that Wen Tianbao was the monk with the mysterious treasures, but to focus all their attention on Zeng Cai.

However, the white-haired middle-aged monk stared at Wen Tianbao. His evil aura was awe-inspiring and more gloomy than the demon cultivator on the side. His cultivation was the highest in the game. Even the disciples of the Huanxu Sect had to retreat three feet and dare not contact them head-on.

Wen Tianbao had no intention of watching the game, and his attention was completely on his right arm.

Now his right arm is completely out of control, and his entire right arm turns into a dark color. "What's going on with Baoyu? Why can't this evil gas be driven out?" Wen Tianbao looked anxious. He pinched his fingers with one hand and walked forward quickly on his feet, but his entire right arm became a drag, and he began to shake himself as if he was not obedient.

"No, no!" Wen Tianbao was sweating profusely, almost all the spiritual power in the dantian burst out, and a stream of spiritual power was suppressed to his right arm, but his right arm was lifted involuntarily. Wen Tianbao's eyes turned and saw the white-haired middle-aged monk lifting one hand. Despite all his strength, it seemed that under the urging of this evil force, his arm had completely stimulated potential. The cracks in the entire right arm seemed to be smaller, and there was a dark light on the solid bones, driving the entire arm. Wen Tianbao needed to pinch his left hand and control the magic weapon, and could not organize the behavior of the right arm at all. As the white-haired middle-aged monk shouted, his right arm turned violently, breaking through the shackles of spiritual power, and immediately pinched Wen Tianbao's neck.

"Crack..." The pressure on the neck was too great, and it almost twisted the entire neck in an instant. Wen Tianbao almost suffocated, and some blood also oozed out of the corners of his mouth and nose. If it were an ordinary monk, he would have been twisted by such a huge force, and he would have been twisted and died with his eyes open. Wen Tianbao had a strange physique and was full of vitality. Although his neck was twisted, it did not break, which in turn stimulated Wen Tianbao's strong fighting spirit.

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The white-haired middle-aged monk was dealing with Zeng Cai and several disciples of the Huanxu Sect with one hand. Suddenly, an invisible sword-shaped wave rushes to his face. His face condensed, and a wave of spiritual consciousness also hit him. It seemed to contain many emotions, ups and downs, evil and strange, twisted and changed in the air, turning into a strange human face, touching the sword-shaped wave.

There was no sound, and the human face gradually shattered, turned into a light spot and merged into the sea of ​​consciousness of the white-haired middle-aged monk. The white-haired middle-aged monk just paused, his face slightly pale, and there was no serious injury. However, Wen Tianbao's spiritual consciousness sword light was completely shattered, and part of the invisible fragments even radiated in the air and was permanently lost, which meant that his spiritual consciousness was severely damaged again.

Wen Tianbao's neck was still being pinched, and a stream of spiritual power spread between his neck, blocking his right arm to prevent further damage. His spiritual consciousness was completely defeated, and even lost a part of it. His whole body suddenly became listless, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, his eyes were a little distracted, and the flying sword under his feet shaking randomly, and finally stabilized.

At this time, Zeng Cai seemed to have targeted the white-haired middle-aged monk. His body was full of corpse energy and a corrupt force penetrated out. The white-haired middle-aged monk's face changed drastically. After a battle, Zeng Cai consumed a lot of blood and spiritual power, and his whole spirit became extremely unstable again, and he would almost lose his mind completely in the next moment. At this moment, he was staring at the white-haired middle-aged monk because this person's magic was extremely evil and was truly evil, which made him feel greatly excited. Zeng Cai was only thinking about depriving this person of his cultivation.

"Bang bang bang" Another battle, the white-haired middle-aged man finally had no energy to take care of Wen Tianbao. The magic in his hand paused temporarily and tried his best to deal with Zeng Cailai. At the same time, the several demon cultivators behind him were also fighting with the Huanxu Sect cultivators. As for the remaining disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect, the disciples of the Jibing Sect flew halfway away from the battle, and they all began to contact the sect. At the same time, the group of monks were stable in the air, with bright eyes. As long as a few sides fought to the death, they would pounce on and reap the profits.

For example, today there are only three disciples of Yijian Sect, all of whom have suffered some damage to some extent, but one of them has focused his eyes on Wen Tianbao, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "This person is a bit like the man wanted!" Wen Tianbao is not far from both sides, and his five senses are keen, and he suddenly heard these words and his face changed.

His right arm is unable to move at all and he has completely lost control. He originally thought that as long as he escapes from the white-haired middle-aged monk, he can escape from danger, but at this moment he is targeted by the disciples of Tianyi Sword Sect. A feeling of grief and anger arises in his heart.

"Is it going to fall here like this?" He had consumed a lot of spiritual power before. These three disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect were all in the middle stage of foundation building. Although Wen Tianbao was injured, he was afraid he could not fight against these three people.

As expected, Wen Tianbao's thoughts had just fallen, three disciples of Tianyi Sword Sect looked at each other and rushed towards Wen Tianbao. Several disciples of Jibing Sect there were a little surprised. They were originally worried about a conflict with the disciples of Tianyi Sword Sect, but at this moment, the people of Tianyi Sword Sect targeted the mysterious young man before.

A disciple of Jibing Sect also wanted to go down to kill Wen Tianbao, but was stopped by the young man with a thump-faced face before and said lightly: "That young man is more mysterious. Although he was injured by the white-haired man, his cultivation level is not simple, his neck is twisted and deformed and still stands so tenaciously. I am afraid he still has some killer moves. It should not be so easy for a disciple of Tianyi Sword Sect to kill him now. We just need to watch it, and then kill all the young man and the people of Tianyi Sword Sect. Of course, the half-human and half-corpse guy cannot be let go. He is very likely the person who has the treasure as the sect leader said! "

"What my senior brother said is that in a while, people will come to the sect. When the time comes, we will catch up with you and our Jibing Sect will come again!"

The fact that Wen Tianbao has possessed Baoyu has not been spread yet. The only ones who are truly known at present are the demon cultivators and the Tianyi Sword Sect. Especially the Tianyi Sword Sect, almost every disciple has imprinted Wen Tianbao's face in his mind, so he recognized Wen Tianbao at a glance. At this time, the three disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect had already rushed straight and reached out to slap out three flying swords, with movements like a dragon, and the sword light was flying, and they were divided into three sides to attack Wen Tianbao.

The sudden sword light was full of power. Wen Tianbao felt as if he was facing a great enemy. The "Splitting Sword" under his feet slid out, and used it as a common magic weapon to control it. The "Splitting Sword" raised in the air and immediately blocked three flying swords. After three bangs, the three flying swords did not retreat but advanced. The sword energy above burst out like a stream of light, bursting out, and sword energy scattered and strangled towards Wen Tianbao.

Faced with these scattered sword energy, the "Yuan Ling Shield" appeared in front of Wen Tianbao, and he kept turning and blocking left and right, and all of these sword energy were blocked.

Just as they blocked these sword energy, they saw three disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect moving around and forming the Tianyi Sword Formation. The sword formation formed by the three was naturally insufficient, but it was more than enough. Three flying swords jumped in the air and slowly turned. In the communication, they condensed sword energy as thick as a child's arm. This sword energy was more intimidating and penetrating, like a sword energy storm, covering Wen Tianbao from all directions. Each sword energy was rolling in power, and Wen Tianbao's heart was shocked, but on the surface, it was not too fast and slow. The magic weapon under his feet slowly landed, and the "Yuan Ling Shield" circled around his body, spreading out a water and fire light shield. The light shield under this cloth had some power. One by one, the sword energy hit it, and ripples appeared. The light light of water and fire flashed, and the spiritual power in Wen Tianbao's dantian also quickly bottomed out.

As the few people fought, there were also roars from the other side, smoke and dust dispersed, and the light of magic splashed in all directions. Wen Tianbao sensed a rotten breath from behind, and his heart was shocked, and Zeng Cai's biting cold eyes had already turned to him.

"Oh no!" Wen Tianbao encouraged his spiritual power with all his strength, and the "Splitting Sword" returned to his feet. The "Yuan Ling Shield" blocked the surroundings and rushed forward quickly. The three disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect who formed a sword formation also changed their faces, and they were not as good as possible to continue to use the secret technique, and immediately dispersed quickly.

Zeng Cai was unable to take down the white-haired middle-aged monk and had already focused his eyes on Wen Tianbao. The rich wood spiritual power on Wen Tianbao seemed to be another great nourishment.

Just a breath, Zeng Cai's big hand had already grabbed Wen Tianbao's "Yuan Ling Shield". A rotten breath spread, ignoring the light shield inspired by the "Yuan Ling Shield". Wen Tianbao's spiritual power is now thin and he is unable to resist. The spiritual consciousness will attached to it was immediately covered by this corrupt aura. The "Yuan Ling Shield" was immediately polluted, turned drippingly, and then almost turned into scrap copper and iron, completely breaking away from Wen Tianbao's control and falling from mid-air.

Zeng Cai was extremely fast. After contaminating Wen Tianbao's "Yuan Ling Shield", he immediately grabbed Wen Tianbao's back.

Wen Tianbao felt the hideous and terrifying power behind him. The rotten aura that rushed over his nose made his spiritual power beat. The big hand was almost slapped on Wen Tianbao. Wen Tianbao suddenly used his remaining spiritual power to stimulate the weapon pattern of the "Sky Sword", and instantly accelerated and turned around, shouting: "Senior Brother Zeng!"

Zeng Cai in front of him had a blue gray face as if he was as cold as a dying blue light, and he almost lost his mind. He heard what Wen Tianbao said, he paused for a moment in the air. Looking at Wen Tianbao, the blue light in his eyes seemed to dim. Then he slapped his head slowly, shook his head mechanically, and spoke vaguely: "You... seem...yes..."

"I am Junior Brother Fang!" Wen Tianbao said repeatedly. Facing Zeng Cai in front of him, he was sweating heavily. The "Sword of the Sky" on his feet was also shaking unsteadily under the influence of the corruption.

"Fang..." Zeng Cai had just spit out a word, and suddenly a strange gray hand broke out from behind. Zeng Cai, who was originally slow, suddenly had a blue light in his eyes. He quickly turned around and condensed a blue hand with both hands.

"Bang!" The two collided, Zeng Cai was shocked by Yu Wei for dozens of feet away, and Wen Tianbao was also shocked far away. Fortunately, he was awake and recalled the "Sky Sword" in time in the air and stepped on it again. Now he was almost exhausted, and except for barely controlling magic weapons, he could no longer participate in the battle.

However, the disciples of the Tianyi Sword Sect would not let Wen Tianbao go. Seeing Wen Tianbao say a few words, he stopped the monster from killing, and he was even more convinced that Wen Tianbao was the remnant of the Danding Sect.

In this way, we cannot let it go!

However, they were very interested in the treasure, and tacitly understood, and continued to control magic weapons and attack Wen Tianbao. The disciples of Jibing Sect there and the disciples of Huanxu Sect behind him suddenly flashed when they saw the situation just now, and they were vaguely suspicious. But the half-human and half-corpse monster was the target of public criticism. Wen Tianbao was just a small shrimp, which was not worth talking about.

But after the white-haired middle-aged man repelled Zeng Cai, he aimed at Wen Tianbao again, and his fingers moved again. Wen Tianbao's right arm was disobedient again and kept trembling. At the same time, his figure flashed violently, and he moved a few times in the air. He came to Wen Tianbao's head with one hand, and smiled sinisterly: "It is not forgiven for possessing a treasure. Junior, it can be said that it is an honor for you to die in my hands! I will use that treasure well! Go!"

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