Hearing this, the four holy sons in the distance shouted together: "How brave! How dare you trade the sect's treasure!"
Even Li Chengqian also frowned: "The Ziji Cauldron is the most valuable treasure of the Yunshui Sect for alchemy refining. It must be retrieved and cannot be given to you!"
He had no intention of killing Sun Hanxiang, but the treasure still had to be retrieved.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Guanyi came out and asked for three items in one go.
Why don’t you want all six of them?
Sun Hanxiang smiled: "Okay! But the condition is that you must kill those four."
She pointed to the Four Holy Sons, but not to Li Chengqian.
Li Chengqian frowned: "If this is the case, I will definitely join the war."
Zhou Guanyi smiled: "It doesn't matter. One more of you is not more, one less of you is not more."
"court death!"
In the distance, the four saints shouted at the same time, and four lights and shadows came out. Even Li Chengqian flew down from the mountain peak, his white clothes fluttering. He was obviously farther away, but he caught up to him in an instant. The five of them attacked at the same time, and a cloud of light and shadow fell down.
Zhou Guanyi just sighed: "If you can make me move one step, you will win."
He just stood there, motionless.
At the same time that the five people attacked and fell, there was one more person in front of Zhou Guanyi.
Zhou Qiling.
He smiled slightly, and the sword appeared in his hand, and he struck it towards the immortal Son Jin Buhui.
Jin Buhui is the holy son of the Immortal Sect, and Zhou Qiling was originally just an ordinary elder of the Soul-Destroying Sect. He was famous for his ability to do things, but he was not unparalleled in military power. He was far behind Jin Buhui.
But when the sword was slashed out, Jin Buhui actually felt something.
If you are hit by this sword, you will die!
He let out a weird cry and stopped.
At the same time, a person appeared behind Luo Zhiyong, the Holy Son of Fierce Flame, appearing like a ghost and hugging Luo Zhiyong. Luo Zhiyong did not look back, an immortal flame had ignited by itself, but he found that the man was unaware.
Hold him tightly and never let go.
Dementia puppet?
Luo Zhiyong was stunned. Wei Bucheng smiled at him, opened his fangs and bit down at him crazily.
On the other side, there was another person in front of Xirang Shengzi Rui Dagang.
A monk.
His face was full of flesh and his smile was bright.
Holding a butcher's knife in his hand, he said to Rui Dagang: "They all call me Black-hearted Monk. It's not that I have a black heart, but the people I kill have black hearts."
Rui Dagang's face was stern and his heart was cold: "An unknown person."
He took action with a huge battle ax and struck the sky and the earth.
The black-hearted monk sighed: "People like you who don't read history will naturally not know."
On the other side, Tang Twelve, the Holy Son of Shenmu, has also rushed over.
He is the Holy Son of Shenmu, and he is also a member of the Tang family!
Tang Shisan is his younger brother.
But he always looked down on Tang Shisan, even hated Tang Shisan.
If he is not the Holy Son of Shenmu and no longer interferes with family affairs, what qualifications does he have to take charge of the family?
The Tang Sect's hidden weapons are unparalleled, and the divine tree's restraints are unparalleled.
Tang Twelve was the leader of two families and practiced various mental techniques, so he had enough confidence and confidence.
At this moment, no one has arrived, but the escort has arrived.
Flower Rain Dart.
Those who are hit by this dart will not die, but will only see the garden full of flowers burning with joy.
This is a chaotic mind dart, as long as you feel its meaning, you will be affected by it.
However, as soon as the dart was released, a hand suddenly stretched out from the soil.
The hand was extremely long, winding several feet, like a snake's arm, and was grasping the foot of Tang Twelve, the holy son of the sacred tree.
Tang Twelve never expected such a change, and was actually pulled directly into the cave, and immediately there was a shouting sound below.
Zhou Guanyi picked up the Huayu Dart with his fingers and looked at Li Chengqian with a smile: "I heard that you fought against him? How was the outcome?"
Li Chengqian's ghost passed through him, as if he was struck by smoke.
He looked at the sword in his hand.
The sword clearly cut across his body, but it did not cause any results.
It was as if this man had an atomized body.
But Li Chengqian knew it wasn't.
He looked back at Zhou Guanyi: "What method is this? Who are you?"
Zhou Guanyi laughed: "You won't understand my methods. As for who I am, you will know if you go back and study more."
"It doesn't matter." Li Chengqian said coldly.
When the long sword rises again, it is like a storm.
Even if you are really a body of mist, you will be wiped out by this hurricane.
Zhou Guanyi remained motionless, but sighed: "I told you, if you can make me move even half a step, I'll count on you. For his sake, I won't kill you, but I have to give you some souvenirs. "
As he spoke, he played the guqin behind his back.
Buzz!
The sound of the piano stirred, and Li Chengqian was shocked, and blood started to bleed from his mouth and nose at the same time.
He looked at Zhou Guanyi in horror: "Wu Lanke?"
Zhou Guanyi then laughed: "So you have read history."
Turn the piano on your back with your backhand, and the sound will come out with substance.
Several bloody holes appeared on Li Chengqian's body.
He screamed and flew up, his sword light lingering around his body.
Zhou Guanyi didn't take action, but said calmly: "I said I won't kill you, so why be nervous."
He looked at the battle in front of him and said: "The Immortal Holy Son has an indestructible golden body. But unfortunately, he encountered Qi Ling. Qi Ling's Zanpakutō sword, which cut off souls and slashed souls, defeated him the most, and he was dead. "
Sun Hanxiang felt a little chilled in her heart.
The Soul-Calling Sect does have a Zanpakutō Sword, but it has never been able to destroy the Holy Son.
A year ago, Zhou Qiling found it difficult to kill even the transformed soul, but now he can actually kill the Holy Son?
Zhou Guanyi continued: "The Lieyan Sect always attacks the strong and defends the weak. To deal with people like him, puppets are the best way to restrain them. At worst, they will both die. The loss will only be a puppet, but the one killed will be the Holy Son."
Looking at the Holy Son of Xirang Rui Dagang again, he said: "The two before were restrained and cannot be considered to be stronger than them. But Holy Son of Xirang, hey, you are unlucky and met the black-hearted old bald man. He is not Restrain you... He is really much stronger than you!"
Then he saw the light of the sword rising, and Xirang Shengzi Rui Dagang had been struck by the sword.
This knife only scratched a little of his skin, but the blood that came out was black.
He looked at the black-hearted monk blankly: "You use poison?"
The black-hearted monk smiled: "No, it's martial arts! It's just that it has a poison-like effect. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you can use it to remove the poison. As long as your skill is higher than mine... then you will die faster."
The banging fighting underground is still heard.
Zhou Guanyi smiled and said: "Tang Twelve, the holy son of the sacred tree, is best at concealed weapons, immobilization, and has a green wood body. He has no vital points. When it comes to martial arts, he is actually not inferior to you Li Chengqian. The only problem is that he is not good in a narrow range.
In the battle, he has been hurting people with concealed weapons for a long time. He has too few chances of being injured. He has a delicate body and a weak fighting spirit. He will inevitably panic when he is slightly frustrated. Unfortunately, he is trapped underground and it is difficult to escape, so... he will be the first one.
Dead."
As he spoke, a head flew up.
It was Tang Twelve.
Li Chengqian looked at Tang Twelve's dead head and thought thoughtfully: "The descendant of the wandering earth dragon Li Yuyou? The black-hearted monk... You are the host from a hundred and sixty years ago, Xu Dazhang, who is not poisonous and has no husband? You are still alive
?...Control the realm of transformation...Inner Demon Cui Han...you are..."
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"Hey hey hey!!!"
There was a burst of laughter.
Zhou Guanyi said: "Thousands of years of accumulation will eventually pay off, and the causeway will inevitably collapse! Yes, they are all descendants of the host, or... they are simply the previous host!"
brush!
The black-hearted monk had cut open the holy son Rui Dagang with his sword.