Inside the space created by the soul-shaking drum, the tattooed monk was controlling a mountain-like talisman to hit the ground hard. Every time he hit it, the whole space shook violently.
Talismans are very precious items with high prices. The tattooed monk obtained this mountain talisman from the Fuling Sect many years ago. Over the years, he has encountered strong enemies several times, and he has always used this talisman to overcome difficulties and kill his opponents.
However, although the talisman is powerful, it has a shortcoming, that is, it has a limit on the number of times it can be used. In other words, if you use it once, it will become a piece of waste paper.
Over the years, the tattooed monk has used it many times, so this talisman is only the last one left, so he has been reluctant to use it. This is the reason why he did not take out the talisman in the first place.
However, he was trapped in the space released by the soul-shaking drum, and there was only death if he waited any longer, so he couldn't care less and had to resort to life-saving means.
"Haha, junior, you can't trap me!" the tattooed monk yelled crazily, pointed at the huge mountain peak, and shouted, "Smash it!"
"Bang!" A big mountain fell from the sky and hit the sandy ground. The space in the impact shook violently, and the yellow sand started flying all over the sky.
Yuwen Zhouyuan rushed into the space formed by the soul-shaking drum, and found that it was like the end of the world inside, with landslides and ground cracking, sand flying all over the sky, and it was impossible to see his surroundings.
Although the yellow sand in the sky obscured his sight, it also obscured the tattooed monk's sight.
In front of him, directly in front of him, about five hundred steps away, Yuwen Zhouyuan sent out his spiritual thoughts to sense the direction of the tattooed monk.
Knowing the location of the tattooed monk, Yuwen Zhouyuan grasped the silver sword weapon and plunged into the sand.
"Suddenly Yuwen Zhouyuan thought that the tattooed monk was in the late stage of Zhenyuan. He could use his spiritual sense to sense changes around him. As soon as he entered the range of his perception, he would be exposed." Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth.
, took out a magic talisman from the storage bag, silently recited the magic formula, and then patted the talisman on himself.
In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared.
"Damn it, you can't even see the sand all over the sky!" The tattooed monk cursed angrily. Although he couldn't see it, it didn't affect him from continuing to smash the ground.
However, the monk with the tattooed face was also very shrewd. When he saw the flying sand all over the sky, he thought, there was no flying sand like this just now. He must not be attacked by that junior. So he took out a flying sword spiritual weapon and stepped on the floating sand.
in mid-air.
But he didn't know that Yuwen Zhouyuan was in the sand below him, slowly approaching him.
Close, three steps, two steps, one step...
"Okay, tattooed monk, your death has come!" Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't wait any longer, he suddenly raised his small sword weapon and broke out of the sand.
I saw that on the long yellow sand ground, a hole suddenly opened, and a dazzling white light poured out.
In the blink of an eye, dazzling white light shot upwards into the sky like a horse.
The white light is like a dazzling light curtain, cutting through all obstacles in front of it, while Yuwen Zhouyuan is like a dragon, rushing out of the sand, flying out, straight into the sky!
"Not good!" The tattooed monk noticed the light under his feet and knew it was not good.
But it was already too late. Yuwen Zhouyuan's fatal blow came so fast, leaving him no chance to breathe.
"Crack!" The bright white light curtain swept past the tattooed monk's feet.
The light curtain also flashed away, and the yellow sand still covered the sky and the sun, but there was no movement inside.
Soon all the yellow sand dispersed, and Yuwen Zhouyuan was already rummaging through the tattooed monk's storage bag.
But the tattooed monk had been split in half from his crotch, and he was lying on the sand, his intestines and heart bleeding all over the floor. Even the flying sword he was stepping on had been split in two, and he was lying on the sand.
The Buddha is telling the story of tragedy.
Yuwen Zhouyuan put away the tattooed monk's storage bag, then walked out of the space created by the soul-shaking drum, and raised his hand to collect the soul-shaking drum.
"Brother Yuwen, you are really handsome!" Nangong Dai said.
"Haha, is that right? Dai'er, you were very handsome when you took care of that monk just now." Yuwen Zhouyuan said hurriedly.
The two were talking when they suddenly heard the sound of flying swords hitting each other in the distance, as if someone was fighting.
Nangong Dai always liked to join in the fun, and Yu Wen Zhouyuan also felt that it was a bit strange to fight within the scope of No Return Mountain, so Yu Wen Zhouyuan flew forward with the wind.
After a moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan and Nangong Dai came to the sky above the two sides of the battle. They stood proudly in the sky. When they looked down, they saw two groups of people fighting fiercely on the ground.
On one side are three people wearing the same black clothes, obviously from the same sect. All three of them are men. The one with the highest cultivation level and perfect Qi is watching the battle on one side, and the ones fighting in the field are two real people.
Late stage of Qi.
The opponent's strength is obviously not good enough. They are a man and a woman, both at the late stage of Zhenqi. It is said that they and the other party are evenly matched, but they still have a Zhenqi Dzogchen that they have not taken action on.
The woman who was fighting was about thirty years old. She was plump and fair, with voluptuous buttocks. From a distance, she made people think of her. Judging from her clothes, she turned out to be an indigenous female nun from the Mountain of No Return.
, although she was wearing very little, her arms and thighs were all white and eye-catching.
When the female cultivator saw someone approaching, she just wanted to call for help, but when she saw the opponent's level, her heart suddenly dropped. Two mid-stage Qi levels were useless.
The female cultivator couldn't ask for help, so she had no choice but to ask for help. While fighting, she giggled and said: "Brother from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, please let the slave family and his wife live. We will see you when you lower your head and look up. Although I don't know your name, I can't help you."
He also looks very familiar."
The male cultivator on the opposite side snorted coldly: "Come on, there's no point in trying to build relationships. Why is your Beast Spirit Sect unwilling to merge with our Ten Thousand Beast Sect?"
When the female cultivator saw that the other party refused, all she could do was show off her high breasts and wink at him.
"Little brother, let the slave couple go, and the slave family will let you do whatever you want..." The female cultivator said, and actually pulled the collar of her collar with her hand. Her collar was already low, and with this pull, a white snow pear jumped out.
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"Be careful!" Suddenly the monk with perfect Qi from behind warned him, and the man in black who was confronting the female cultivator also woke up and decisively stepped aside from the female cultivator's sudden attack.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!" The woman almost succeeded in plotting against him. The man in black suddenly became angry and controlled the flying sword to speed up the attack. The female cultivator was quickly at a disadvantage.
The fight was fierce below, while Yuwen Zhouyuan and Nangong Dai were chatting fiercely.
Nangong Dai scolded: "Shameless! This woman is so shameless. Men all have this kind of virtue, what's so good about her?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan chuckled and said: "Of course it looks good, otherwise what would a woman do to attract a man?"
"I don't need this to attract men." Nangong Dai snorted angrily and urged Yuwen Zhouyuan to leave.
It seems to be a conflict between the Beast Spirit Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, but Yuwen Zhouyuan doesn't understand them well. He holds the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, and Yuwen Zhouyuan doesn't want to interfere carelessly.
But who would have thought that just as he was about to fly away, the Zhenqi Dzogchen monk from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect suddenly took action and threw a magic weapon like a crab claw at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Leave the storage bag and the woman!" the monk in black roared and caught up.
"Bastard bastard, add level 3, I didn't do anything to you, but you just attacked me!" Yuwen Zhouyuan also raised his hand, and the small sword weapon instantly became larger, a white light flashed through, and the crab claws were
Cut into two pieces.
The monk from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was shocked. He originally thought that it would be easy for him, a monk at the Great Perfection Stage of Zhenqi, to defeat two monks of the same level, but he didn't expect the idea to be so tricky.
However, when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's flying flying sword, he became excited again. Originally, he wanted to grab Yuwen Zhouyuan's storage bag, but he didn't expect that this kid actually had an attacking magic weapon.
It is a common thing for people who cultivate immortality to kill people and seize treasures. It is only natural that those with low realm should be killed by those with high realm.
He immediately greeted: "Don't worry about that couple for now, let's deal with these two little guys in the late stage of Zhenqi first."
As soon as he shouted, the two guys who were fighting fiercely below immediately dropped the couple and flew over.
The Taoist couple secretly said they were lucky and escaped into the woods.
Looking at the three black-clothed monks in front of him, Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered: "One Zhen Qi Dzogchen, two Zhen Qi late stage, besieging the two of us, you really give me face."
The three monks in black laughed loudly and said: "Boy, the world of cultivating immortals is about the jungle of the jungle. Before your strength reaches a certain level, you should practice in a deserted corner. If your cultivation is not good enough, you still have to bring a beautiful woman and a magic weapon with you.
Swagger, you are bringing your own destruction!"
Nangong Dai smiled faintly, raised her hand and took out the Thousand Bee Fire Wu Hook obtained by the tattooed monk, which immediately caused the three black-clothed monks to widen their eyes.
"Wow! The best spiritual weapon! I have never seen the best spiritual weapon before!"
"Get rich, get rich!" The three monks looked like wolves in their eyes.
"It's so powerful that you are so stupid!" Nangong Dai didn't say anything to them, and raised her hand to sacrifice Qian Bee Fire Wu Gou.
"Buzz!" Qian Bee Fire Wu Gou immediately let out a buzz that vibrated the eardrums, and then scattered hundreds of tiny flying swords.
"Buzz!" Hundreds of flying swords vibrated, and the buzzing became loud and powerful. Each flying sword was like a bloodthirsty killer bee.
"Go!" Nangong Daiyu pointed her hand, and the flying swords rushed out buzzing like a group of excited gods of death!
"No!" The leading Zhenqi Dzogchen monk realized that it was not good. The most powerful weapon in the world of immortality is the needle-shaped magic weapon. There are hundreds of them, and there is no way to hide them.
"Run away!" They knew they had kicked the iron plate today, but at this moment it was already too late.
Hundreds of flying swords were shot out in a swarm, and the popping sound of piercing the spiritual shield was endless. In the blink of an eye, the three Ten Thousand Beast Sect monks were shot into honeycomb.
"With this little ability, how dare you speak so brazenly and prey on the weak? Humph, are you very strong?" Nangong Dai cursed disdainfully, raised her hand to recall Qian Bee Fire Wu Gou, and pulled off the storage bags from the waists of the three monks.
"They are all poor people, what good things can they get?" Yu Wen Zhouyuan's voice finally sounded.
Nangong Dai looked back and found that Yuwen Zhouyuan was actually sitting on the side, holding a piece of fruit, and he didn't know how happy he was eating it.
"Hey, brother Yuwen, you don't even know how to help me when I'm fighting." Nangong Dai rushed over and snatched another fruit that was lying next to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said: "These poor monks have low cultivation. Do they need me to take action? Remember, usually powerful people appear last!"