"Yan Jiye, I'm afraid this is a trap you have designed a long time ago, right? It's obvious that you are using so many people's lives to consume Bai Mo's spiritual power. So what if he is a body refining monk? In this case, I don't believe it.
He can bear it to the end!" Lan Wuwei said.
"Yes, this is what I designed. If the Lan Empire doesn't want to cooperate, I will join forces with the Wanyan family. Wanyan Xiongba, what do you think?" Yan Jiye turned around and said.
Next to the two people, stood a man. He was wearing a shining golden spirit armor. He was nearly three meters tall and was one of those extremely majestic people. The strangest thing was that his skin was also golden, and his eyebrows were also golden.
There is even a mysterious pattern imprinted on it.
If you look closely at this pattern, you will find that it is a curled up black dragon. The golden pattern and black dragon pattern, instead of making people feel weird, exude a strong momentum.
He is Wanyan Xiongba.
The Wanyan family is a large family in the Zizhou interface, and Wanyan Xiongba is the first direct successor of this family and an eighth-level spiritual monk.
Wanyan Xiongba glanced at Yan Jiye and said with an indifferent expression: "Yan Jiye, do you see that? Everyone in your Black Flame family is about to be killed, and you still want to cooperate with us? Just tell me what's left.
What about these people from the Black Flame family, why should they cooperate with us?"
"Wanyan Xiongba, you don't know just this. Since I know the details of Bai Mo, do you think I don't know other things about him? Do you really think Bai Mo is so easy to kill? What if he kills him?
Get those treasures?
Yes, although the Black Flame family has a small number of people here, don’t forget that our Black Flame family has always been one of the four major families in Qingzhou. If we can’t cooperate here, why can’t we go out? I am from the Black Flame family.
First successor, you are the first successor of the Wanyan family. Do you think we can cooperate with each other?" Yan Jiye said coldly.
"Okay, then let's cooperate. As long as the three of us cooperate, we can become the biggest force in this purple sky lake. Lan Wuwei, what do you say?" Wanyan Xiongba nodded.
"If we cooperate, we will cooperate. Let's capture Bai Mo first. As for how to divide the treasure, the three of us will study it privately." Lan Wuwei quickly rolled his eyes and said.
This is the most likely and safest way to win. Lan Wuwei is not stupid enough to leave this method alone and lead others to fight alone.
What a joy!
It had been a long time since Bai Mo had killed so unscrupulously. On the bank of the purple sky lake, he didn't have any worries and just devoted himself wholeheartedly to the killing.
You must know that even Bai Mo can get out of a place like the Forbidden Spirit Blood Prison. Let alone these monks who have an advantage in numbers now, what can they do to him?
Boom boom!
The cultivation level at the peak of Life Weapon Realm means a spiritual weapon comparable to the ninth level of psychic. If the body is cultivated as a spiritual weapon, then every part of the body can be used to kill enemies. In
When fighting, coupled with the assistance of the Zhanma Sword, you have two sharp knives that are invincible.
"No wonder you are so confident. It turns out that you have cultivated your barbaric body to the peak of the life weapon realm. The spiritual master is at the ninth level of the life weapon realm. Only when you encounter a mysterious spiritual weapon can you hurt him. Now some of you will suffer.
It's gone!" Whispering narrowed his eyes. He sat on a stone in the distance like a normal person and muttered to himself.
"Damn it, you dare to kill my brother!"
"Master, why did you die like this?"
"No, if this chaos continues, there is absolutely no way to kill Bai Mo!"
…
For half an hour, Bai Mo did not use the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but relied on the power of the witch barbarians to run amok. The number of monks who were only three thousand just now had been reduced rapidly, and more than six hundred were killed!
At this time, Bai Mo's whole body had turned into blood, which was shocking. But none of the blood belonged to him, and his bronze body was exposed under the cover of the broken robe.
There are no injuries on the brutal body!
"Anyone who dares to insult my lord will die!"
While Bai Mo was fighting like a god of war, Di Beimang over there took advantage of the pause in Yan Ji's spiritual power to throw out the invincible mace.
Buzz!
As the invincible mace was thrown, all the wolf needles on it roared out and invaded overwhelmingly, piercing into Yan Jimie's body and piercing every orifice on the spot.
"Yan Jiye, save me!" Yan Jimie shouted.
"Save you?" Yan Jiye remained unmoved.
"Yan Jiye, you dare not save me. How can a person like you become the successor of my Black Flame family? You will die badly! Even if I die, I will not let you go!" Yan Jiye
What Mie hated most at this time was not Bai Mo, but Yan Jiye.
boom!
But at this time, Yan Jimie had no chance to take revenge. With all the orifices pierced, the mace suddenly hit his head, smashing it to pieces and sending his brains flying out.
"Beimang, take Yuchi and Yintong with you and retreat to Posuo. You are not needed here. I will do it myself!" Bai Mo said calmly.
"Yes!" Di Beimang turned around decisively.
The Yuchi Bloodline and Silver Eyes also quickly eliminated their opponents, and everyone in the Black Flame family was killed except for Yan Jiye.
As for Di Beimang and the others, no one wants to cause trouble for them. Two monks of the eighth level of spiritual master, a fourth-level peak multi-pupil silver pupil, plus a ferocious beast Nanyang, such a lineup is not anyone
You can be provocative if you want to be provocative.
"Are you really not going to help me?" Yintong asked in a low voice.
"Help?" Yuchi Bloodline said calmly: "What is such a scale, so what about three thousand spiritual masters? You didn't know that you were on the Thunder Prison Spiritual Sea..."
"How is it? How is it?" Yintong was very curious.
"Back when I was in the Thunder Hell Spiritual Sea, when thousands of thunders robbed the Sea Hell..."
Just as Yuchi Bloodline was watching and thinking about it, Bai Mo stood proudly over there, holding a sword in his hand. The hot killing intent released from the blade became extremely active as if he was intoxicated by this atmosphere.
Although there were still more than two thousand monks standing here, no one of them dared to rush forward. In the big fight just now, Bai Mo kept swimming among them like a loach, but no one hurt him, and even caused some damage.
More accidental injuries.
If we act blindly again, I'm afraid the scene just now will happen again.
"What? Are you giving in now?" Bai Mo said coldly.
"Give in? Who said we gave in? Since you don't dare to fight, just step back. Our Baifu Sect has taken over!"
As Bai Mo's words fell, an old man with a white beard walked out. A pair of small eyes stared at Bai Mo, showing an aura of greed. The Baifu Sect started out by making talismans and seals. Such a sect desires the most.
The way of formation.
You must know that there are enough formations, which means that the talisman can be turned into the corresponding formation offensive. Who is Bai Mo? The diamond formation master, for the future of Baifu Sect, the little old man must fight desperately
.
As long as Bai Mo can be imprisoned, I will immediately activate the teleportation talisman and leave here!
The little old man thought this in his heart, and his skinny fingers immediately pointed forward, "All members of the Bai Fu Sect, listen. Give me the Bai Fu Yao Jiutian!"
"yes!"
Thirty monks immediately stood up. Each of them held talismans in their hands. With the stimulation of spiritual power, these talismans flew out.
Each talisman and seal burned at the moment it flew out, but it was not the conventional burning, but a sudden burst of burning after a moment of restraint.
In this kind of burning, streaks of white light sputtered out in all directions. The monk standing by the purple sky lake was stimulated by the white light. He could not help but become temporarily blind in front of his eyes.
There were nearly a thousand talismans densely packed like raindrops. After they all exploded, they formed a world of white light, locking onto Bai Mo with a bang.
Buzz!
In such a world of white light, the figure of the little old man appeared below the white ink. With his fingers raised, ten talismans were shot out like lightning.
"Confinement in all directions!"
Each talisman turned into a wall, and the ten walls formed a diamond-shaped cage, imprisoning Bai Mo. The Bai Fu Yao Jiutian was just a cover-up, and this was the real killing move.
The little old man never thought about what to do with Bai Mo here from the beginning. He wanted to take Bai Mo away directly!
"Teleportation of Small Talisman and Seal Script!"
"You bastard, how can it be unreasonable that Bai Fu Sect wants to monopolize Bai Mo!"
"Kill everyone in the Hundred Talisman Sect and break this teleportation talisman seal technique!"
"Do it quickly or it will be too late!"
…
At this time, everyone woke up from their surprise and realized that the little old man actually wanted to take Bai Mo away from here. If he succeeded, it would mean that they had been working here in vain for a long time.
How can there be such a good thing in this world, let you Baifu Sect enjoy it in vain!
If you want to eat this piece of fat, everyone should eat it together!
Bang bang!
All the monks in Baifu Sect, except for the little old man, were killed by everyone. How could thirty people withstand such a stormy attack? Their bodies fell towards the Purple Sky Lake.
The sunset is already setting at this time!
The afterglow shines here, and Bai Mo is still trapped in the world of white light. There are miserable and broken scenes everywhere. Just when the little old man was about to use the teleportation technique to leave, he was shocked to find that his teleportation technique failed.
"How is that possible?" The little old man's expression changed drastically.
puff!
With a crisp sound, the little old man's eyebrows were instantly pierced by a spiritual power. All vitality was deprived of him in an instant, and the talismans fell to the ground. At the same time, Bai Mo's figure slowly walked out of the world of white light.
"What I hate most is coercion. It's really stupid to act like you. Don't you know that I am the master of diamond formation? With a talisman of your level, even if I stand still,
You don’t even think it can work successfully!”
Bang!
In such an understatement, the little old man's body burst into pieces, and his flesh and blood were scattered everywhere.
"What?"
Such a change shocked everyone present. When had they ever seen such a perverted monk as Bai Mo? He was obviously only at the seventh level of spiritual master, but he fought to such an extent without using his spiritual power. If he used it
In terms of spiritual power, what kind of monster would he be?
The most important thing is how his physical training method can make his body so powerful!
"Now you should believe what I say, right? Bai Mo is a barbarian, and the barbarian skills he cultivates can make the barbarian body extremely strong. But such strength has limits after all. After fighting until now, I believe
I'm already starting to get exhausted.
If that's the case, let's take advantage of the situation and add fuel to his fire. I don't believe how long he can hold on. Lan Wuwei, Wanyan Xiongba, be prepared, we will take action at any time to snatch this piece of fat!
"Yan Jiye said.
"clear!"
Lan Wuwei and Wanyan Xiongba made a gesture, and everyone who belonged to them mobilized their spiritual power and were in the best state of attack. As long as the order was given, they would definitely be able to burst out powerful spiritual power in the shortest time.
"Did you see that? Bai Mo's body has begun to collapse, and he staggered in his steps just now. He is almost dying, you know? The reason why he has not mobilized his spiritual power until now is because he has no way to use it at all.
What do you have to fear from a person who only knows how to use pure brute force? Take action, kill Bai Mo, snatch the treasure, and become the biggest winner on the Pilgrim Journey!" Yan Jiye suddenly encouraged loudly.
At this time, no one cared whether this was Yan Jiye's instigating words. With both sides trying to kill him, if Bai Mo was not killed, there would definitely be a shadow left in their hearts.
Even in order to get rid of the shadow, they must work hard!
The surface of the Purple Sky Lake has turned into blood color, and the previous purple color has been completely covered up.
No one noticed that at this time, the surface of Tianhu Lake was filled with ripples that were continuously rippling from the center of the lake to the outside, constantly fluctuating with the help of floating corpses.
Is it really a case of exhaustion?
Has the witch barbarian power really been exhausted?
Bai Mo's sarcastic eyes swept across the audience and put away his machete. The unscrupulous killing just now made him feel an unprecedented release and an indescribable pleasure.
But now Bai Mo no longer wants to use the way of barbaric cultivation to kill. Blindly venting the way of barbaric cultivation will instead put the way of spiritual cultivation in a suppressed state. In Bai Mo's plan, moving forward together is the first choice.
Just make sure that the barbarian body will not be broken. As for now, he wants to try out a technique that he has just learned recently.
This move is called Wushuang Sword Style, Koi Dragon Beard.
Like group attacks such as the Wushuang Sword Style and the Divine Wrath Scythe, this Wushuang Sword Style was also learned by Bai Mo from the Wushuang Legion. The Wushuang Sword Style was inherited from the legion commander, while the Wushuang Sword Style was inherited from the chief strategist.
Just like now!
"Listen, Purgatory Sect, use all your strength to capture Bai Mo!"
"Tantrik people, listen, I only want to die, not to live!"
"The appearance of the legal body, thousands of swords return to the sect!"
…
Bai Mo looked at the many monks in front of him and could truly feel the greed in them, and the sneer on his face became even stronger.
I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't take it yourself. If that's the case, there's nothing to say, just take action.
"Bisha, from the time we met until now, I haven't given you a gift yet. Now consider this a small gift from me."
Small gift?
While he was muttering to himself, the next scene that appeared in front of him made him unable to help but jump up from the rock. His face was full of disbelief, and even his delicate body was trembling.
Is this the work of a seventh-level spiritual master monk?
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