"Are you planning to buy and sell by force?" Dongfang Zimo said without changing his expression. Even when faced with six golden elixir monks, he didn't show any fear.
"I already have my fellow Taoist in mind. Fellow Taoist, please don't be ignorant." The elegant man's face darkened and he said coldly.
"Why are you talking nonsense to him! Let's fight quickly!" A big man in purple robe shouted impatiently.
The others were also ready to make a move, but no one had the guts to be the first to go forward. After all, the person in front of him was not low in cultivation.
"I will not sell spiritual beasts. If you are sensible, leave here immediately, otherwise this will be your burial place!" Dongfang Zimo crossed his arms and said calmly.
"That's not a bad tone! Then I'll let you taste the divine fire of my master Zhu Rong!" The red-haired and red-bearded man shouted sharply, and blazing flames burst out from his palms and struck together into a pillar of fire.
"Humph! I couldn't have asked for it!" Dongfang Zimo snorted coldly, glanced sharply, and condensed a ball of green flame in his palm and threw it out.
The pillar of fire instantly collapsed under the collision of the small green flames, and the green flames directly swallowed the Master Zhu Rong.
The green flames easily melted away the opponent's aura protection, and Master Zhu Rong turned into ashes with screams.
Seeing this scene, the remaining five Jindan monks were so frightened that they took in a breath of cold air and retreated to about a hundred feet away from each other.
"Master Zhu Rong's divine fire can even melt magic weapons, but he was actually burned to death by a mere ray of green flame!" The purple-robed man said in disbelief with deep fear in his eyes.
"Don't panic, everyone! I see that this flame has such power, and the mana it consumes is terrifying. This person can't even use it a few times!" the elegant man shouted with determination.
"I have long heard that the divine fortune teller has a pair of spiritual eyes that can see through other people's creations. I am relieved by the words of the divine fortune teller!" Although the purple-robed man said this, he was still very afraid of the green flames.
"That's right, once we exhaust all his mana, this person will be at the end of his strength. No matter how powerful the green flame is, it won't be of much use in front of Han Bingzi!" A man wearing a blue robe exuded a sinister glow.
The man with a cold breath said coldly. He raised his hand and an ice blue folding fan flew out.
Han Bingzi grabbed the folding fan, unfolded it, and a gust of cold wind blew out, turning into a hurricane more than ten feet in size in the blink of an eye.
When the other four Jindan monks saw this, they were overjoyed. Without thinking, they sacrificed their natal magical weapons, or chanted incantations, intending to work together to eliminate Dongfang Zimo.
The purple-robed man waved his sleeves, dozens of gold and silver talismans flew out, and faint golden runes suddenly appeared around them.
The elegant man held out a jade ruler, which emitted a dazzling glow and dense rays of light.
One of the other two Jindan monks used a giant axe, and the other summoned an ice cone to bombard them.
"Stubborn!" Dongfang Zimo's face gradually darkened. He slapped the storage bag, and the wind spirit pipa flew out. The melodious strings were played, and all the moves were immobilized wherever they passed.
"What a weird magic weapon!" The elegant man exclaimed in surprise, and when he raised his magic power, he poured it into the jade ruler continuously.
Feng Ling Pipa could no longer hold on, and the attacks that had been immobilized returned to normal again in an instant, and they were all blasted away.
The heaven and earth trembled for a while, but the elegant man and others looked solemn. A scan of their consciousness revealed that there was no breath in the thick smoke.
"No!" The big man in purple robe suddenly screamed and summoned a strange shield to protect him.
All around them, green runes were emerging. Someone had quietly set up a magic circle around them.
One of the cyan runes condensed into a cyan sword after a transformation, and flew directly towards the elegant man on the side.
"Sword array?" The elegant man flicked his finger, and a ray of light destroyed the flying sword, and said solemnly.
A moment later, hundreds of flying swords were circling around them.
"It is indeed a sword formation! When did that person set up the sword formation, he was able to hide it from our eyes and ears!" Han Bingzi said with an extremely ugly face, gritted teeth.
But before anyone could answer him, the sword formations in the sky swarmed towards him.
Han Bingzi had no choice but to wave his folding fan to ward off these flying swords.
Hundreds of feet high in the sky, Dongfang Zimo was having a panoramic view of everything below.
"Huh? These two magical weapons are quite interesting." Dongfang Zimo stared at the jade ruler and another folding fan in surprise.
Dongfang Zimo chuckled lightly, raised his hand, and took out the Qiankun Umbrella.
As soon as the umbrella was unfolded, a strange wind blew out.
Han Bingzi, who was still struggling to resist the flying sword, suddenly felt that he lost control of the magic weapon in his hand, and the folding fan was sucked away by a strange wind in front of his eyes.
"What!" Han Bingzi screamed. Without the magic weapon to protect him, those flying swords came at once again.
Han Bingzi's face turned pale and he quickly held out an ice shield.
After taking away the folding fan, the Qiankun Umbrella flew back to Dongfang Zimo's hands.
Dongfang Zimo put the folding fan into his storage bag and took out the Qiankun Umbrella again.
The same scene happened to the elegant man. The jade ruler was directly sucked away under the man's frightened and angry gaze.
However, because this person was not careful, he was directly stabbed into a hedgehog by hundreds of flying swords.
After putting the last jade ruler into the storage bag, Dongfang Zimo stared down with an evil look on his face.
The big man in purple robe and others trembled in their hearts when they saw the elegant man died tragically in the sword formation.
"Fellow Taoists, if we don't break this sword formation, we will all die here!" The big man in purple robe said, calling out several magic weapons at once and moving them crazily.
When Han Bingzi and others saw that he was about to self-destruct his magic weapon and destroy the sword array, they also summoned some magic weapons.
"Hmph! How could I let you wait and succeed!"
Just when Han Bingzi was desperately activating the magic weapon, a cold voice came from behind.
Han Bingzi shuddered and saw a young man in red robe appearing behind him, holding a wheel blade.
With a scream, Han Bingzi was cut in half and fell into the air.
When the big man in purple robe saw this, his heart trembled, he accelerated the activation of the magical weapon, and with the sound of explosions, a hole was opened in the sword formation. The big man in purple robe was happy, and he quickly turned into a rainbow and flew out.
At this moment, two other Jindan monks were also killed one after another.
Dongfang Zimo saw a rainbow running away in the distance, his face turned cold, and he turned into a frightening rainbow and chased after it.
At this critical moment of life and death, the purple-robed man activated various magical weapons and secret techniques to speed up his escape.
This surprised Dongfang Zimo and at the same time made him even more determined not to let this person go.
After chasing for nearly half an hour, we finally caught up with this person.
Despite the frightened pleas of the purple-robed man, he was killed directly by Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo glanced at the body of the big man in purple robe, sucked the other man's storage bag into his hand, and left.