"Ah, ah, ah!"

As if he was suffering from extremely severe pain, Jia Li couldn't help but roar.

At this moment, a blood-red breath erupted around him, and the blue veins under his skin bulged, like dragons turning over,

His eyes were filled with blood, and the evil aura hidden in his body suddenly exploded.

As the spiritual energy rolled, it turned into a gorgeous armor to protect the vital points around him.

The faces of the Master Mangmang and the True Man Miaomiao changed. Although they practiced much longer than Jia Li, there were not many people who killed them. They were afraid of being infected with cause and effect and leaving behind their inner demons.

Now that I see Jia Li's extremely strong evil aura, I don't know how many creatures this boy slaughtered in front of me, and he is simply reincarnation of Bai Qi.

The Zen stick and peach wood sword in their hand are even more urgent, and they are about to kill Jia Li with one blow to avoid another storm.

"Shi...dang..."

The weapons intersected and made a harsh echo. Suddenly, Jia Li raised his head and looked at the two of them with bright red eyes.

"You two are not feeling well now!"

Master Mangmang, Master Miaomiao's face darkened when he heard Jia Li's words, and he did not respond, and his offensive became even more fierce.

After three strong impacts of their weapons, Jia Li retreated, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes. Looking at the two bodies rushing towards him, another mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth. It seemed that he had no strength, and the long sword in his hand came out of his hand.

They opened their arms, closed their eyes, and let themselves fall to the ground. Although the two hesitated to see this, they were very skilled and brave. They did not pause and rushed straight towards Jia Li.

Seeing that the two of them were still in a state of decline, a low voice sounded from Jia Li.

"burst!"

Hearing the voice, the two of them paused, and a great terror surged into their hearts. They were very curious. It was logical that Jia Li would not have any threat to them, but they did not dare to ignore this whim, and they stopped it for a while.

After a little pause, the two parted ways. Although the monk looked kind-hearted, he had a more serious heart to subdue demons. The Taoist priest was seeking nothing, so the murderous intent in his heart was not that strong.

A hint of cruelty appeared on the monk's face, and he still rushed towards Jia Li, but the Taoist priest suddenly pulled back.

At this moment, the sword inserted on the ground roared, and almost exploded suddenly at the moment of making a sound.

The spiritual energy is wrapped with evil energy, adding three more points of power, mixed with sharp fragments, which instantly turns dozens of feet into ruins.

Jia Li was thrown away heavily. Although the two were not seriously injured, their faces became even more ugly.

"Fellow Taoist!"

A laugh that was even more ugly than crying appeared on the Taoist priest's face, because the formation was broken.

It was at this moment that they were targeted by Dakang's lucky dragon.

Looking at the dying Jia Li, the monk looked crazy, "Good method, drained all his spiritual energy and broke the formation of the bull's nose, but do you think you can survive this way?"

Jia Li was already in no way strong at this time. When he heard the monk's words, he just blinked and there was no other move.

"If it weren't for the tenth level of cultivation in Shenjing, the Marquis wouldn't have succeeded so easily!"

Although this incident did not cause any substantial harm to them, the insult was extremely strong, and an ant actually turned the corner in their hands.

A trace of extremely hot murderous intent appeared in the monk's eyes, and Jia Li's ruthlessness also shocked him. He was not sure whether Jia Li would "turn over to serfs and sing" in the future, so he decided to kill the roots.

The aura of the Maharava began to roll, and of course the aura of the Qilu True Dragon became more and more terrifying.

"Fellow Taoist, why not forget it, the monk can run away but can't run away but the temple!"

Seeing the increasingly terrifying power of the fortune dragon, Miaomiao swallowed nervously. Although they had attained enlightenment and became immortal, they were not qualified to fight against the fortune of the entire mortal dynasty with their own strength.

You should know that immortals are divided into many levels. They were arranged by Fairy Fairy Jinghuan to descend to the earth, which originally shows a problem. Even if they enter the path of immortality, they are just not as good as the little immortals.

Otherwise, there would be no immortals who would not stay in the fairyland and come to the mortal world to suffer!

"Bulie's nose, please help me. With just one breath, I can make this variable disappear. Then we can give an explanation to Fairy Jinghuan!"

Seeing that the monk had settled his mind, a trace of bitterness appeared on the Taoist priest's face, but he didn't say anything else. They were now considered grasshoppers on the same rope.

Originally, he planned not to disturb anyone, so the variable was taken away by Jia Li, but who would have thought that Jia Li came to them with such a move, which made their plans fail?

The Taoist priest flipped his hand and a bronze mirror appeared in his palm. It was the Fengyue treasure mirror. He threw it away and began to recite spells in his mouth. The treasure mirror immediately released a barrier to cover the two of them.

When the monk saw the Taoist movements, he felt relieved and turned to look at Jia Li, who could no longer move.

"Laby, it's time to go on the road!"

Looking at the gorgeous treasure land above his head, Jia Li smiled bitterly.

"For the sake of me, Is it worth it that you will expose your identity and face the luck and dragon energy of the entire Dakang head-on?"

"What's worth it or not? Only I am willing or not. After living for these years, this is the first time I have been teased by an ant to this point!"

Then he stopped talking, and a three-flavor true fire rushed towards Jia Li. This was the first time Jia Li saw the real magical powers of Taoism. A hint of envy flashed in his eyes, but then it dimmed. No matter how good the magical powers were, they had to learn it. Now he had stepped into the underworld with one foot.

Feeling the heat getting closer and closer, Jia Li laughed at himself, "I still want to change this and that, but I don't expect that in the end, I can't escape the shackles of fate!"

Looking back on the past ten years, he showed a hint of nostalgia, "Goodbye, little sister, goodbye, Lin Qingmei, goodbye, Xiao Yinglian, goodbye, Xiao Qingwen, goodbye, Xiao Jiao, goodbye, old man!"

As the flame approached, Jia Li lost consciousness at that moment. Even the spiritual body was a physical body, and he could not resist the burning of the three true fires.

The monk threw down the ball of Sanwei True Fire and never looked at Jia Li again. He knew the power of Sanwei True Fire.

"Bul's nose, we..."

Before the Masahidun finished speaking, a black light rose from the fire and went straight into the nine heavens.

"You dare to move me, my man?"

A majestic voice hit the souls of the two, and their entire faces became distorted.

The soul was like someone hitting it with a hammer. The violent stinging pain began to dissipate their souls.

The Fengyue Baojian creaked, cracks appeared, and they lost their original light, and became like a piece of scrap iron, landing on the ground. Even the true dragon of luck shrank back.

The Taoist priest and monk showed a look of horror in their eyes. They had never experienced such a thing before. The sound of a single voice almost made them lose their souls.

"grown ups......"

The monk trembled and said two words, but saw a hook hanging from the dark sky. After a stroke in front of the monk, the monk disappeared out of thin air.

The real man Miaomiao was shocked and was really scared now, because he could hardly notice any trace of the vast master in his spiritual sense, as if this person had never been here before. He bit his tongue despite his severely injured situation, and then disappeared into the sky.

He appeared again in the bitter and cold land on the nine sides. In a blink of an eye, he actually ran tens of thousands of miles.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt a cool breeze blowing from the back of his head. When he looked back, he felt a chill that rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the brain stem. The hook was close at hand.

"Senior, please spare your life..."
Chapter completed!