Just as the group was watching from a distance, the four of them suddenly scattered.

Zhang Shiping's robe swept his sleeves, and several green lights flew out, seemingly intersecting something in the air, making a clanging and crisp sound.

The other three were almost the same, and each used their own methods to take on this sudden attack.

Instead of saying a word, everyone continued to sacrifice various treasures, turning them into clusters of inspiration, and protecting themselves tightly.

Zhang Shiping's head was covered with the red and hazy spiritual light of the pagoda, and he activated the "Evil Breaking Evil Eye" with all his strength. The golden light contained in the vertical eye became thicker and thicker. His face quickly scanned the surroundings with a gloomy face.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot out from the vertical eyes, and suddenly hit a small mountain peak more than ten miles away from everyone.

After a twist of the space here, three rays of light flew out of it, looking across the air from Zhang Shiping and the other four.

Two of these three monks were thick-faced and bearded men, with their clothes covered with inspiration, and they looked like leather armor sewn from some kind of monster skin.

Another man with a lusty breath and a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, this man had a mask made of copper coins on his face, revealing only a pair of silver-white Cheng's eyes. However, his eyes had no pupils and looked extremely strange.

The whole body is more dead than life, and it is not like a living person.

"This fellow Taoist is quite impressed. I don't know what method I used to see through our hiding place?" One of the big men said loudly.

Zhang Shiping did not respond, but just looked at the other party silently. He would respond to whatever the other party asked, and he would naturally not do such a thing. However, although there were so many magic in the world of immortal cultivation, he could open up the third spiritual practice.

Not many, most of these three people already have the answer in their minds.

"I thought they were those little guys, but they were the three people in the Horror Palace. Why would they not be able to get along with us at this time?" Gong Yang Qian said with a calm expression. A beautiful jade belt was wrapped around her arm

On the top, there is no wind and is automatically elegant and elegant.

In addition, there is a crystal blue half-moon curved wheel that is as tall as the human, protecting the whole body.

At the same time, she used her heart and took advantage of the questioning, and her soul sent a message to Zhang Shiping and the other two, "Be careful, the green-robed monk should be a silver-winged yaksha, who is good at silver-eyed illusion art, so he should not look directly at it."

The Hoku Palace is the Ximo Sect, who is very good at refining corpses and puppets. It is not weaker than any sect in these two ways. Gong Yang Qian has been traveling abroad for many years, so she has naturally inquired about some information about this sect.

She recognized the identity of the green monk at a glance.

Although she is only 70% or 80% sure, she cannot tolerate proof at this time.

After hearing this, Zhang Shiping turned his gaze away from the green-robed monk and locked the other party with his divine thoughts.

"I just want to ask fellow Taoists, where is the Yanyu Tower of the noble sect? Why is he not here?" said the green-robed monk in a deep voice. This person had a little hatred and murderous aura in his tone, which was obviously related to him.

Celebrate the festival.

"Fellow Daoist Kuang Kun? It was just that the last time I heard that the Daoist was poisoned and his body was dirty. No wonder I haven't heard of the Daoist in the past few years. It turned out that he had refined himself into a silver-winged yaksha.

Now I don’t know if my friend’s cultivation has improved or is he still standing still?" Gong Yang Qian said.

"Thanks to Yan Yulou's kindness, otherwise I wouldn't have refined myself into this ghost look. However, good and bad luck depend on each other, my cultivation level has declined, and my life span is longer. I think I should be able to live a better life than that.

He grew a little longer. When I visited Li Island, I remember that the junior standing behind Yulou was you. It seemed to be named Yan Li. I never thought that I would have become a baby now." Kuang Kun said coldly.

Before this person finished speaking, he unexpectedly raised his hands, and dozens of light gray thin needles shot out from his cuffs. At the same time, silver light shone on his eyes, and a white light suddenly appeared.

Glorious and dazzling.

However, the Xuanyuan Sect was prepared for a long time and avoided this illusion.

When the man raised his hand, Zhang Shiping saw that the man had just made movements, he urged three Qingshuang swords without thinking, which suddenly turned into green light and shot towards the three of them.

At the same time, he suddenly disappeared from the spot and avoided the fine needles.

Among the three people more than ten miles away, the man who asked about the questions at first gave out three strange-looking scimitars, stood up to the front envoy, and had a fight with the Qingshuang sword halfway through the way.

They hit each other and were entangled.

The green-robed monk pulled off the copper coin cover on his face, and the corners of his mouth cracked to his jaw, revealing the fangs of his mouth full of intertwined teeth. His height suddenly increased. He was as tall as a foot, and he suddenly swelled up and broke through the green robe.

Two huge bags popped out under his ribs at the same time, and two bloody flesh wings stretched out.

He bowed, stomped the rocks with one foot, and a green light appeared all over his body, and disappeared from the spot.

There was a "boom".

In an instant, Yan Li turned into a half-human and half-dragon appearance, turned into a black light and fought with the green light. Both sides shot backwards. Kuang Kun's figure stopped, and Gong Yang Qian was floating around her.

The moon gold wheel was already sacrificed, trying to cut it off in half.

Seeing this, another great man immediately sacrificed a yellow square seal and wanted to follow it halfway.

But at the same time this man took action, Du Yu had already sacrificed a deep blue spirit bead, emitting a hazy spiritual light, and suddenly disappeared and fell head-on towards the big man.

The man's face changed drastically, so that the four-sided seals he sacrificed paused slightly.

The Yue Jin Wheel, the envoy of Gongyang Qian, took this opportunity to slash Kuang Kun's spiritual shield.

Only a sharp sound of ripping the Boqing sound was heard, and the moon golden wheel actually broke through Kuang Kun's protective spirit cover, but the flesh wings behind him closed forward.

The moon gold wheel blade only left a few feet long wound on its flesh wings, and it was wrapped in the dense ash gas that emerged from the wound.

Gong Yang Qian's face changed, and she immediately recalled her magic weapon, shaking away the gray gas on it.

...

When the two sides fought, Yu Xing, who was far away, could not do anything to Jueyue for a while, so he stopped tempting.

With one hand, thirty-six flying swords flew backwards from the sword formation, turning into wisps of green light. Then he flipped his hand and took out a small sword full of copper rust and sprayed a mouthful of essence and blood at it.

This sword is one of the seven inherited magic swords left by Venerable Wanjian. Originally, Yu Xing wanted to collect them all, but Changshen and the other two were unable to escape. When they saw that something was wrong, they were extremely decisive.

The land abandoned its own sects and fled abroad.

Although he knew that Zhengyang Sect had settled in Qingji Island in the South China Sea, he knew that it was just because Xuanyuan Sect and Bixiao Palace blocked it that he had only won four of them now.

Once the copper rust sword was activated, it turned into a blood light, blending with the green light in the air, and finally turned into a giant sword composed of spiritual light, more than ten feet long.

This sword was extremely light in Yu Xing's hand. Once it was manifested, it was cut towards Jueyue without any awkwardness.

The sword energy was fierce, and it actually plundered a small part of the inspiration towards the blue light column of ice that was illuminated across the sky. Accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, a huge sword mark was drawn and landed on Jueyue's head.

Jueyue wanted to avoid it, but he was trapped in the sword formation again. In desperation, he completely activated the Fan Zhong in his hand.

There was a loud thud, and the world became quiet.
Chapter completed!