The skin of the four linen monks turned golden, as if it would crack at any time, and golden juice would flow out.
However, what the white-clothed monk never expected was that while the four linen-clad monks continued to smash towards him, their movements did not pause at all.
"Corpse Cultivator!"
The white-robed monk reacted suddenly and subconsciously shouted loudly.
At the same time, the four linen monks twisted their bodies [ www.biqugetv.info ] and pounced on him like four monsters. Each of the linen monks had their limbs entangled and locked him tightly.
Body.
The four linen-clothed monks had extremely cold and filthy vitality flowing out from their bodies. In just a snap of a finger, these filthy vitality formed stripes of light and penetrated deep into the flesh and blood of the white-robed monk.
The true energy in the white-clothed monk's body continued to surge, and it seemed that it was about to explode the white-clothed monk's body, but it was suppressed by the vitality of the four linen-clothed monks.
Snap!
The knee bones of the white-robed monk could not withstand this force. He was suppressed by four linen-robed monks and fell to his knees heavily.
The evil spirits and poisons not far in front of him surged, and the insects that were constantly being attacked from everywhere suddenly felt fatal danger, and flew away one after another. As these insects gathered and dissipated, a green figure appeared.
This is also the same monk in sackcloth, and the mountain is wrapped in the same cyan aura.
But at this time, the aura on his body made even those tiny, mindless insects feel deeply fearful.
The Aoki mask covered the face of the monk in sackcloth, but his voice came out clearly, "The domestic dog of the Three Saints Sect killed the lackey of the Three Saints Sect who was following the trend. Why is this?"
The white-shirted monk had been suppressed to the point where he could not even flow his true energy, but there was still no fearful look on his face. Instead, he sneered, "Who do you think you are? The self-proclaimed Emperor of Chaos is not even a false saint.
Do you need a disciple who is a rat without courage and hides behind other people's bones?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, no matter how unbearable I am in your mouth, I am still the winner today. Don't these sects in the Divine Continent always respect the principle of the winner and the loser?" The voice behind the Aoki mask had a thick tone.
Ironic meaning.
After the linen monk said that, he paused for a breath, and then continued, "You lackeys who are running rampant in the Middle God Continent came to the White Bone Continent. What is there in the Seven Treasures Ancient Domain now?"
What are you determined to get?"
Of course the white-robed monk would not answer his question. He just looked at the linen-robed monk quietly and said, "Although I am defeated by you, you will also be killed by my companions."
Brother Mai sneered, "Then it will only work if they are smarter than you."
The white-robed monk stopped talking.
He knew that if he talked to the other party again, he would reveal more information.
The monk in linen clothes stopped talking. The hands and feet of the four non-living monks continued to tighten, and countless cracking sounds were heard in the body of the monk in white clothes.
The linen monk looked at the death of the white-shirted monk indifferently. He did not try to use magic to turn the white-shirted monk into a corpse that he could control, because he knew very well where the white-shirted monk's pride lay.
These monks, who are called the ultimate cultivators in Zhongshen Continent, are monsters born from true purgatory-like cultivation. If his spells are used on such monsters, they will probably suffer strong spiritual backlash.
This linen monk obviously has a deep understanding of this kind of white-shirted monk, and it may not even be the first time they have fought against him. After the death of the white-shirted monk, he did not even get close to the white-shirted monk quickly.
Instead, he used a few spells to attract more insects from the Qibao Ancient Domain.
These insects slowly devoured the essence and flesh of the monk in white clothes. Then the monk in linen clothes saw that these insects died one after another. Even the insects that would not die after devouring the poisonous flesh and blood were flying out soon.
Then they exploded one after another, turning into clouds of blurred blood mist.
The blood mist produced by their death attracted more insects to devour them, and then the insects that had swallowed the blood mist also fell to death one after another.
More insects continued to die, and the spirit and flesh of this white-robed monk seemed to have caused a small plague in the world of these insects.
Even though this master cultivator has turned into a pile of scattered bones, the monk in sackcloth still did not give up his vigilance. Rays of light kept rising in front of him and falling on the scattered bones. At least
After casting five different spells to erase the mental mark and burn the remaining essence, the linen monk slowly stepped forward and took out the short golden whip and the white star from the monk's robes.
French conch.
The moment his true essence came into contact with the white conch, a mysterious halo appeared on the white conch, and dazzling golden threads appeared on the white conch. His tone was very slow, even giving people a feeling of laziness.
The voice rang, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know how you killed Lao Wu, but what I can guarantee is that we will definitely kill you, no matter where you escape, even if you escape to the root
In a desperate situation that is not suitable for survival, even if you hide in the corner that is most difficult to find, we will definitely find you and kill you slowly."
Listening to such threats, Brother Mai laughed disdainfully, "It's as if you supreme cultivators have never been killed by anyone. Don't you think there are still a few of your supreme cultivators who die in various continents every year? Especially people like you who have no skills.
A low-level master who is qualified to stay in Zhongshen Continent but has to go to a place like this to find a sense of existence is worse than an ant in the ant palace. I appreciate your useless threats. At least it makes me sure that this person has been killed.
There are indeed companions around the Qibao Ancient Territory. I won’t say that I must find you and kill you, but I am curious about the reason why so many of you are here. I will try to find out the reason why you are here.
It will also let more people know why you are here.”
The monk who transmitted the message through the white conch did not get angry, but laughed loudly, "It's really interesting. I never thought I could meet someone like you in a place like this. I'm looking forward to our meeting."
Brother Mai responded mockingly: "You will be looking forward to our meeting, but when we meet, you will regret our meeting."
"A very childish answer." The lazy voice in the white conch sounded again, "It seems that you are indeed a very young monk."
"You will always be young." Brother Mai said, "Because you will not live to be old."
A lazy voice in the white conch said: "But you will die in front of me."
Brother Mai finally got tired of such conversations and couldn't help but ask: "Are all top cultivators so boring?"
"Most of the other people are boring, but I am not such a boring person." A lazy voice came from the white conch next, "Remember my name, my name is Xin Ming. Thank you for your hard work, tomorrow's Ming."
The linen monk was silent for a moment and said, "My surname is Ni, and my name is Dad Ni."