With a dull "bang", Nalan Chuchu's body shattered in the palm of the giant palm, turning into runes and flashing.

On the flying boat, the smile on Zen Master Zhiguang's face suddenly became stiff. His mind moved. The illusory giant palm in the distance suddenly opened. Sure enough, except for the runes flying like colorful butterflies, there was no Nalan Chuchu's figure at all.

Just now, when I grabbed Nalan Chuchu's direction, a space vortex suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared. In the vortex, there was a graceful figure wrapped in runes.

The next moment, the figure had already escaped seven or eight hundred miles away by teleportation talisman. Before the figure could stand firm, he waved his arms and rushed into the thick ghost fog like an eagle and falcon, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"The substitute talisman of Tiangong Sect, teleportation talisman!"

Peng Zhuri murmured, his face gloomy, and his heart was indescribable depression, annoyance and hatred.

Such exquisite substitute talismans can be teleported to eight hundred miles away, all of which are top-level talismans. The Tianfu Gate cannot be refined. Liu Changsheng's treasures are more and more like snowballs. Even the people around him have all the spiritual treasures in his hands, and the top-level talismans protect him. However, his powerful man who is in the Great Perfect Demon Emperor Realm has become someone else's spirit beast. A large number of resources and treasures in his hands were taken away by Zen Master Zhiguang, and there is not even a top-level talisman.

The skinny old monk Zen Master Zhixuan's ears suddenly trembled, and then he pointed his finger in a direction and said, "Chase!"

This monk practiced the celestial ears and had a sharp hearing. He could catch faint movements and stillness thousands of miles away. At this moment, Nalan Chuchu had just escaped eight hundred miles away.

A series of golden lights flew out under Zen Master Zhiguang's feet and penetrated into the flying boat. The flying boat suddenly increased its speed, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, turning into a dazzling light that instantly filled the air.

Peng Zhuri raised his hand and slapped at a ghost fog area behind him. With a loud bang, the mountains collapsed and the ground broke. The black fog that Mo Xiong's broken body had just condensed together, but was shattered by this palm, and turned into strands of black fog flying all over the sky.

Although this palm cannot take Mo Xiong's life, it also greatly damages his magic power and may even fall into the realm.

He noticed the pursuit of the flying boat and found that his concealment seemed to be invalid. Nalan Chuchu simply showed up and sacrificed two storms and slapped them on her body. His escape speed suddenly increased greatly. The ghost fog seemed to have no effect on her.

However, her escape speed is only one of the best among the Nascent Soul monks, and she cannot compare with the flying boat driven by Zen Master Zhiguang.

Buddhist techniques can also suppress the ghost fog. In addition, Zen Master Zhixuan's Tianerzhi, Nalan Chuchu changed direction several times and jumped into the thick ghost fog several times, but still could not escape the pursuit.

Soon, the distance between the two was less than a hundred miles. However, Nalan Chuchu changed the direction of the forward rush again, and there was a clear ban fluctuation in front of him. Obviously, there was a ban magic array. Once she escaped into the magic array, there might be another change.

Peng Zhuri was about to take action, but Zen Master Zhixuan suddenly stretched out a black and thin palm like chicken claws and grabbed Nalan Chuchu from afar.

The light and shadow flashed in the void, and a seven-colored hand surrounded by Buddha light suddenly appeared above Nalan Chuchu's head. He grabbed it down and immediately grabbed it. Then, the big hand flashed back, and a slim body surrounded by spiritual light was tightly held in his palm. He waved his hands and feet, struggling desperately, trying to get out of trouble. However, although this seven-colored hand surrounded by Buddha light was an illusory thing, it was as strong as a real hand. No matter how hard Nalan Chuchu used all his skills, he could not break free.

The three people on the flying boat looked a little relaxed.

"The little Nascent Soul monk, he actually wants... not good, it's Thunder Fire..."

Peng Zhuri stared at the struggling figure with a sarcasm, but he suddenly changed his mind after he had just spoken halfway through his words.

Nalan Chuchu, who was tightly grasped by the seven-colored big hands, suddenly flew out from her palms and chest belly. Peng Zhuri was particularly familiar with the purple lightning and flames. It was the thunder fire generated by the thunder fire beads that were used by high-level disciples of Tiangong Sect.

At this moment, the Seven-colored Hand returned like lightning and had arrived in front of the flying boat. It was too late to stop it. Before Peng Zhuri finished speaking, a loud roar was heard. Nalan Chuchu and the Seven-colored Hand exploded directly, and a "purple sun" suddenly rose in front of him.

The three people in the boat moved faster and faster, and they all flew backwards from the flying boat. On each of the two monks' cassocks, a ball of seven-color Buddha light flew up and turned into a thick light cover to protect their bodies. Peng Zhuri used his body protection light cover and slapped the tail of the flying boat. The flying boat dozens of feet long suddenly flew high and collided with the "Purple Sun".

The ghost fog land that was in a dark state all day long was instantly illuminated by the scorching sun and thunder fire, and violent spiritual power scattered everywhere.

The flying boat at the Lingbao level was directly destroyed by this violent force, and the fragments of the flying boat were mixed with the "remnant body" shot like a rainstorm.

"poisonous?"

Peng Zhuri shouted strangely, and his figure flew back like a wind, looking shocked and angry.

The magic weapon fragments, the residual body and violent force instantly destroyed his body protection light shield, tore his clothes, and cut wounds of varying depths on his body. Although these flesh wounds could not kill him, the wound turned into a numb feeling after a brief pain. After just one or two breaths, it was already itchy and uncomfortable all over, like thousands of ants crawling around on their bodies, they couldn't help but waved their hands to scratch, and strings of yellow and green pustules instantly emerged from their skin.

In addition to the numbness and itchiness, pustules, ulcers, nose, and eyes, he also felt discomfort. The moment he used the protective light shield to release, he had already closed his breath, but at this moment he realized that in addition to the Thunderbolt Fire Bead, there might be poisons.

Judging from the size of the "Purple Sun" and the power of self-destruction, at least six or seven Thunder and Fire Beads exploded at the same time. As for how many poisons are mixed, what poison is, and how it is mixed, it is hard to explain.

He had been poisoned by Liu Changsheng twice, reminding himself to be careful countless times, and vowed countless times not to get hit again, but unexpectedly, he jumped into the same pit for the third time.

In an instant, I felt ashamed and angry!

However, this unbearable bone-eroding itch reminded him that only by leaving this place as soon as possible can he escape from the crisis.

Zhiguang and Zhixuan's situation were stronger than him. The two robes were absolutely extraordinary. Although the body protection mask was broken, the robes blocked the bombardment of magic weapons. There were only a few scars between the face and hands. However, the two were obviously poisoned, scratching their ears and foreheads, which looked unbearable. The skin they scratched both of them also quickly ulcerated and produced pustules.

Just as the "Purple Sun" rose, in the other direction dozens of miles behind the three, a slim figure in white clothes flashed out on the ground. With his hands raised, he sacrificed a black tower. The black tower rotated drippingly, and two figures of a man and a woman flew out of the tower and landed on the ground. The man was as tall as a mountain, and the woman was wearing silver armor, heroic.

This woman in white is the real Nalan Chuchu, and the man who was captured by the Seven-Colored Hand was a high-level puppet. The ones flying out of the black tower were naturally Shi Yan and Liu Xuanyue.

More than ten high-level puppets obtained by Liu Changsheng from Tiangong Sect Chu Xuan, Sima Du and others, a large number of high-level talismans obtained by Sima Du, Nan Yong, Qi Hong and others, and hundreds of poisons obtained by Ying Chongxiao were in the hands of Nalan Chuchu.

Nalan Chuchu entered the small world twice to practice hard, and her meticulous control of the puppet reached the extreme, and she even made a bunch of killing weapons. Liu Changsheng had too many enemies, so she was always cautious and had already made every preparation.

Just now, when she discovered the Four Practitioners of Wanpox, Feng Qingyin and others of Xiaoyao Sect, Nalan Chuchu had already made an article on several puppets. This puppet, which was caught by the Seven-colored hand, not only contained seven Thunder and Fire Beads, but also five exploded beads that could quickly release poison. However, without the need to sacrifice this big killing weapon, she had sent the Four Practitioners of Xiaoyao Sect into the small world.

At this moment, these three people were even more dangerous than the four cultivators of Xiaoyao Sect. When she changed direction for the last time, she directly sacrificed this puppet to replace herself, and she hid herself.

Without discussion, Liu Xuanyue raised her hand, and the Xuanyue Axe turned into a dazzling black light, slashing at Peng Zhuri. Then, she took a silver bow from behind, pulled out a silver arrow from the quiver at her waist, and pulled the bow and took the arrow.

Shi Yanze turned into a hundred feet of body and directly sacrificed the Immortal Destroy Crossbow.

The string sounded, and six crossbow arrows slashed the clouds and broke through the fog, rushing towards Peng Zhuri and the other three.

Nalan Chuchu quickly put away the black tower, swayed, and escaped into the ghost fog, hiding in the shadow again.

Zhiguang, Zhixuan, and Peng Zhuri followed the clouds all the way, but did not find that there were Shi Yan and a powerful man like Nalan Chuchu who were surrounded by Shi Xuanyue. Seeing Nalan Chuchu use all his means to "escape" and finally lured the four people of Xiaoyao Sect away with the teleportation array. They all thought that Liu Changsheng had taken away several spirit beasts. Nalan Chuchu had no Taoist protectors, so he came to chase him with confidence.

At this moment, the three of them were avoiding the "Purple Sun" and the poisonous fog, and they were still wondering where Nalan Chuchu's courage to "detonate". They never expected that a strong enemy would suddenly launch an attack from behind, without any defense.

Peng Zhuri suddenly turned around, waved his sleeves, and a purple light flew out, turning into a purple gold flywheel, slashing towards the Xuanyue Axe.

As soon as he sacrificed the flywheel, he found that two immortal-destroying crossbows were coming to the void, and the speed was almost twice as fast as the Xuanyue Axe. When he noticed the terrifying spiritual pressure and amazing speed from the Immortal-destroying crossbow, Peng Zhuri's spine became cold and his scalp was numb. He secretly cursed Zen Master Zhiguang for being damned, but he actually collected several of his own handy treasures, which made it difficult for him to defend himself.

He didn't care about his unbearable itch and his magic power was not smooth, so he lifted up all his strength, and his fists came out at the two immortal-destroying crossbows.

Unexpectedly, after his fists were blasted out, another immortal crossbow that had originally shot at Zen Master Zhixuan suddenly changed direction and shot at him.

At this moment, Peng Zhuri couldn't help but lose his soul. His figure swayed and soared into the sky, and he was about to avoid the attack of the Immortal Destroying Crossbow.

As a result, he was no longer in his former realm. Without the speed of the past, the poison in his body also affected his body skills. The speed of this immortal crossbow was too fast and it appeared too strange. With the dull collision, blood splattered, and the immortal crossbow directly tore its body in half from its waist.
Chapter completed!