The white-bearded old man was now the blood-bearded old man, and after a while, the disciples of the various sects who were stunned in place also immediately reacted.

"Thief! My Xingkui faction is going to break you into pieces! ”

The Xingkui faction where the disciple was brutally killed is a small sect in the Kun Domain, and it was not easy to produce such a good seedling, but he didn't expect it to fold here, and the elders of the Xingkui faction suddenly rushed out of the battle boat to let this crazy white-bearded old man pay for his life. However, the white-bearded old man was not afraid at all, leaving behind the disciple's body, grabbing only one head and replying: "Do you want the old man to pay for his life?" Let's wait until you catch the old man! ”

After saying that, the white-bearded old man did not wait for a moment, then retreated, and rushed downward, seemingly to escape into the poisonous mist. How could the elder of the Xingkui faction be willing to let him get away like this, and without saying a word, he followed the white-bearded old man downward, he was out of the body realm, much stronger than the white-bearded old man at the peak of the Yuanying, he was confident that he could catch the white-bearded old man before he escaped into the poisonous mist!

The white-bearded old man's crazy laughter resounded throughout the air, and the movements of countless sect disciples were stunned, and they only then remembered what kind of battle it was, and what kind of enemies they might encounter when they came here. The previous relaxation and happiness dissipated at this moment, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly changed.

Seeing that the morale of his fellow disciples became low, Mo Lu shouted in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid! We're here to punish evil spirits! We can be sad and hateful, but we can't be afraid! Can't hold back! ”

Mo Lu's roar was soon swallowed up by all kinds of noises, but many people still heard it in their hearts. Mo Lu is right, they are not here to play, it is their mission to exterminate the crooked sect and recover the Gen Domain!

"Senior Brother Mo is right! Exterminate the demons! Avenge your fellow travelers! Zhao Lun also opened his mouth at the right time and echoed loudly.

Seeing that all the fellow disciples rekindled their fighting spirit, Mo Lu didn't say much, killing one more enemy at this moment was more powerful than any words, and then stroked the strings and played the war song again!

Shang Jun, who had just killed several monks in the distance, couldn't help but glance at Yuyin Gu and the others strangely, mainly looking at Mo Lu, when did that qin idiot become so well-versed in "worldliness", could it be that he suddenly opened his mind in the past few years?

The Kun domain and the earthquake domain are adjacent to each other, although Shang Jun and Mo Lu don't have much intersection, but they have also met a few times, after all, both sides are the pride of the younger generation, and it is not incomprehensible that he has left a little more thought, and Mo Lu The biggest impression left on him is that he is a good piano nerd. He has always been stable in terms of strength, so he has hardly regarded Mo Lu as an opponent, but now the other party seems to have changed a little.

But these are not important, for the monk, cultivation is the most important thing! So Shang Jun quickly retracted his gaze and continued to kill the enemy.

On the other side, the elders of the Xingkui faction who were chasing and killing the white-bearded old man quickly caught up with the white-bearded old man.

"Look where you run!" The elder of the Xingkui faction shouted angrily, and a copper ball magic weapon in his hand hit the white-bearded old man's back, not seeking to kill this person with one blow, but only to stop him from seriously injuring him.

At a very close distance, the white-bearded old man had no way to dodge, and immediately hit the move, although he avoided the vital point, his shoulders were still shattered instantly, and the fragments of his robe and flesh and blood suddenly flew everywhere, but even so, the white-bearded old man did not reduce his speed for a moment, and even the excited smile on his face did not change.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the poisonous mist, it was already less than ten zhang away, and the elder of the Xingkui Sect was even more ruthless, and the speed of the True Yuan surge was suddenly three points faster, he had already dispelled the idea of bringing this evil thief back to show the public, and he was about to kill him with the next blow!

However, at this moment, the white-bearded old man smiled and said in a deep voice: "Ming Daoist, the old man can bring it to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the elders of the Xingkui faction suddenly burst into tears, and this white-bearded thief rushed down all the way not to escape for his life, but to lure him here! The Xingkui Sect Elder originally rushed down extremely fast, but at this time it was very difficult to stop his body, and then he wanted to turn around and flee, although he had not heard of any "Ming Dao people", but listening to the other party's confident tone, it was obviously not untargeted!

It's a pity that he was still a step too late, and before the Xingkui Sect elders successfully retreated, countless white jade flying swords were killed in the dark green poisonous mist, and the cold air was overwhelming. The flying sword bypassed the white-bearded old man and killed the elders of the Xingkui faction directly, although the elders of the Xingkui faction were not slow, but they were as fast as the flying swords, not to mention that the person who made the flying sword was a powerhouse in the out-of-body realm like him.

Seeing this, the elders of the Xingkui Sect held the bronze ball magic weapon in one hand, and quickly threw another jade pot from his sleeve with the other. The moment the jade pot was thrown away, a large stream of liquor suddenly poured out of it, splashing towards those flying swords. I saw that a large amount of wine wrapped the flying sword in an instant, and the flying sword was suddenly blocked, and it seemed to be imprisoned in the wine by a strange force.

Xingkui sent the elders to get their hands on the magic weapon, but they didn't dare to delay for a moment, just looking at the power of the flying sword just now, the other party's cultivation was bound not to be under him, and it was close to the poisonous fog here, in case the enemy below was more than the flying sword master, wouldn't he be a sheep in the mouth of the tiger, so although he felt sorry for the magic weapon, he still chose to flee for his life, as long as he saved his life, the magic weapon would always be there.

"Humph!" However, an angry snort shattered the illusion of the elders of the Xingkui Sect, only to see a white-clothed Daoist slowly emerge from the dark green poisonous mist, and then the true yuan surging all over his body, the trapped white jade flying sword suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then he heard a few explosions of "boom, boom......", and the Ming Daoist actually directly controlled a few flying swords to explode to let the other flying swords get out of trouble!

Just hearing his voice, the elder of the Xingkui faction had already jumped in his heart, he didn't dare to look back at all, he just wanted to return to the battle boat quickly, as long as he got close to the battle boat army, this person would not dare to chase after him.

"Where to run!" A similar sentence came into the ears of the elders of the Xingkui Sect, where could the Ming Dao people let the fat in their mouths slip away......

In the dark green poisonous mist, the white-bearded old man closed the blood veins with a few taps on his shoulder, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood with a muffled snort, the smile on his face was slight, the previous vigorous activities made the poison in his body closer and closer to the heart, and he was now injured, and then in this poisonous mist, it can be said that the danger has increased dramatically. Don't think about it anymore, the head has arrived, and he has no reason to stay here, so he hurriedly ran in the direction of Baili Mountain in his memory.

After a while, the white-bearded old man vaguely saw many figures in the poisonous mist, and immediately hurriedly stepped forward with joy in his heart.

"The old man is back with a head!" The white-bearded old man excitedly shouted to the front.

Hearing the voice, and seeing the arrival of a white-bearded old man covered in blood, the monk who was waiting here immediately laughed.

"It turned out to be Wu Zhen Lao'er." As he spoke, the monk turned his head to his companion beside him and smiled, "I'll just say that this old man is ruthless and will definitely succeed, when Lao Tzu watched him crawl out of the Ten Thousand Worm Pit on tiptoe with his disciples and daughters, such a ruthless person is not much better than the group of madmen in the Le Poison Sect." ”

Hearing this, the monks who were guarding here looked at the white-bearded old man one after another, with some disdain, some appreciating, and some with a hint of mockery. As if he hadn't heard it at all, the old man Wu Zhen kept an excited smile on his face and urged: "Antidote!" Take out the old man's antidote! ”

"Okay, okay." The leader of the monk agreed with a smile, and then took out the jade bottle that had been prepared from his sleeve, and then threw a purple pill everywhere from it to the old man Wuzhen.

The old man Wu Zhen took the pill excitedly, swallowed it without thinking about it, and a thick fragrance spread in his mouth, "This is the taste of the antidote...... The taste of being alive. ”

Before the faint fragrance in his mouth dissipated, the monk who gave the elixir had already opened his mouth and urged: "Okay, get the antidote and go in quickly, don't get in the way here." Then he made way for the other monks.

The old man Wu Zhen, who had taken the antidote, was very dissatisfied with this person's tone, he was no longer a prisoner now, but he couldn't help it at this moment, so he had to snort angrily to show his dissatisfaction, and then strode towards Baili Mountain, not noticing the mocking eyes of the monks around him.

After a while, the old man Wu Zhen, who was walking on the road, only felt that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer, and he didn't listen to the call. His eyes widened and he looked at his hands in disbelief, all bruised, a sign of poison.

“…… I, the old man, and the antidote are taking the antidote, why ......" Before the words were finished, the old man Wu Zhen had already fallen forward, and his stiff body couldn't even feel the slightest pain, not only his hands and feet, but even his fingers became difficult, and he kept muttering indistinctly from his mouth, and finally attracted others.

Old man Wu Zhen looked at the man with the only eye that could still move, and his eyes revealed the meaning of asking for help. The visitor slowly walked up to him, crouched down and began to examine his body. Seeing this, the old man Wu Zhen's heart eased slightly, he left behind his wife and daughter and apprentices, and even the last disciple was abandoned by him just now, all in order to be able to live, but the next moment all hope was shattered by the words of this person.

"Hehe, it seems that you are lucky, it seems that the medicinal power of the green corpse mist and the puppet pill is well combined, and you will be able to become a purple-skinned puppet in less than half a day. Unfortunately, this shoulder injury may become a cover door ......"

The latter words were no longer heard by the old man Wu Zhen, and his mind had gradually become suffocated, as if he had fallen into an extremely dark abyss.

……

On the battlefield, due to the success of the old man Wuzhen and the Ming Dao people, more and more great powers who were originally hiding in the poisonous fog and waiting for the opportunity couldn't hold back their thoughts and rushed out of the poisonous fog, and fought with the disciples of various factions. The battle became more and more intense, and the pressure on the defensive circle of the war boat became more and more intense, so the disciples of the various factions who originally relied on the defensive circle of the war boat to fight these mad monks had to gradually turn to the defensive, in case the magic circle was broken and damaged at any time.

"Boom", another spell hit the weak point of the crumbling defensive array, looking at the concussive magic circle Zhang Shi frowned, the person who just cast the spell obviously has a lot of research on the formation, and several attacks are targeted, not a coincidence.

And the most troublesome thing is that this person's realm is not low, but a Yuan Infant power, if he gathers another power to attack together, the defensive circle may really be opened by them. Looking at the brothers behind him, Zhang Shi decided to take a risk!