Because the two middle-aged monks were extremely frightened, they didn't pay attention to this light voice that was extremely inconsistent with the age of their opponents. In order to resist this blow, they not only consumed two defensive spirit runes, but also concentrated a large amount of their true yuan into the spirit runes and magic weapons, so they could barely block this blow. While secretly complaining to themselves, the two opened the two spirit talisman shields again.

Without hesitation, the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor opened its mouth again to spew out a purple fireball, this time the two of them were not as lucky as last time, although in the end, the shield formed by the spirit rune and the defensive light curtain formed by the magic weapon completely dissolved the purple fireball. But the aftermath of the purple fireball struck the two of them, causing blood to spurt from their mouths at the same time.

"Hehe, don't resist uselessly, obediently dedicate your soul, this seat will make you die a happy death. Otherwise, this seat will drain your soul and refine your soul, so that you will never be reincarnated!" Qi Wantao's mouth came out of the eerie threatening voice of the Dust Refining True Monarch.

After all, if the opponent sacrificed countless spirit runes to resist, it would consume some true elements of the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor, so the True Monarch of Refining Dust made a threat, in a vain attempt to make the two give up resistance because of fear. In this way, the Purple Scale Cloud Piercing Armor will save some True Yuan, which can kill more monks.

"Are you...... you are the True Monarch of Refining Dust!?" One of the middle-aged monks was a little surprised at first when he heard this voice that did not match the age of his opponent at all, but then he seemed to remember something and said in horror.

As an immortal cultivator, although he doesn't know much about magic skills such as possession, he also knows a little bit about it. Moreover, this person had also heard the voice of the Refining Dust True Monarch, so he quickly understood that the opponent was possessed by the Refining Dust True Monarch.

"Hehe, you're smart, you can hear the voice of this seat. The Refining Dust True Monarch's deep words made the faces of the two monks turn pale.

The two of them could be regarded as having been killed for a long time, and immediately activated three spirit runes respectively, forming three layers of defensive shields around their bodies. Seeing this scene, the Refining Dust True Monarch was furious, and under the control of his divine sense, the purple scales pierced the cloud armor and opened its mouth, and a purple fireball flew towards the two of them.

Because the two middle-aged monks had already consumed a lot of True Yuan when they resisted the two attacks of the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor just now, and they were both seriously injured. So even though it's a three-layer defensive shield this time, it's not as strong as either of the previous two. Under the attack of the purple fireball, it collapsed in an instant, and the two screamed several times, and all of them died.

Qi Wantao made a move with his left hand, and the soul bag in the storage bag flew out. With the low incantation, the souls of the two monks, who had wanted to escape, immediately let out a miserable cry, and then slowly entered the soul bag.

Qi Wantao came to the bodies of the two monks and took off their storage bags. Using his divine sense, there were several pieces of high-rank and high-grade crystals in the two storage bags, although the number of crystals was small, but the level was very high.

In addition, there are a few high-level and middle-level runes, it seems that the two middle-aged monks just now thought that this level of runes against fourth-level low-level demon beasts would be useless at all, so they first used spirit runes, and left these few runes.

Finally, there are five superb magic weapons, which are of different types. These things were a big gain for Qi Wantao, and Qi Wantao put the contents into his storage bag.

"Don't delay, go to the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor and immediately continue searching for other monks. Before Qi Wantao had fully recovered from his joy, the voice of the True Monarch of Refining Dust came to his mind.

"Yes. Qi Wantao replied with his divine sense respectfully.

The Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor slowly fell to the ground, Qi Wantao jumped up, and the Purple Scale Piercing Cloud Armor turned into a purple rainbow and flew away after it rose into the air.

Feng Fan slowly flew over Yimang Mountain with a giant sword, constantly releasing his divine sense along the way, carefully searching for monks or demon beasts that might be hidden below.

After all, one of the purposes of participating in the battle of Yimang Mountain this time is to kill demon beasts and monks to obtain true yuan and souls, in this case, those who dare to fly in the air can no longer find a third monk in the entire Yimang Mountain, except for Feng Fan who relies on the Demon Spirit Banner and the Demon Spirit Flag, and Qi Wantao, who is possessed by the True Monarch of Dust Refining.

Because the target is extremely obvious in the air, it is easy to be detected by the ground monks, and it is also easy to be attacked by the ground monks.

Feng Fan's divine sense is extremely powerful, even a monk in the late stage of foundation building will find the opponent before he finds him, and flying in the air can search for the monk or demon beast below more quickly. There are very few third-class or above demon beasts in Yimang Mountain, so Feng Fan dares to fly unscrupulously.

Suddenly, Feng Fan stopped the giant sword, and a look of joy appeared on his face, because he clearly sensed the aura of a primary-level demon cultivator in the late stage of foundation building below. Putting the giant sword into the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring, Feng Fan squinted his eyes and looked at a place more than ten zhang away in front of his body.

From behind a small hill in Feng Fan's line of sight, a middle-aged monk in green clothes slowly walked out, this person was burly, his face was dark, and his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

Hiding so secretly and being discovered by the other party made this beginner-level monk in the late stage of foundation building surprised by the strength of Feng Fan's divine sense.

Feng Fan glanced at the monk in green clothes and saw that the other party's outfit was printed with the mark of the Thunder Sha Sect, and it was a monk of the initial level in the late stage of foundation building, which made Feng Fan happy. The opponent turned out to be a demon monk, and it seemed that this would be the first opponent he would kill when he stepped into the Yimang Mountain.

The Thunder Sect monk glanced at Feng Fan, and the surprise on his face was gone, replaced by contempt. Because he had already sensed that Feng Fan was a peak level monk in the early stage of foundation building, and his cultivation was one and a half levels behind.

Looking at the opponent's contemptuous look, while secretly laughing at the opponent's stupidity in his heart, Feng Fan's right hand moved slightly, and a small black banner flew out instantly. The small black flags swelled in the wind, and clouds of black gas surged out of them.

As soon as Feng Fan made a move, he sacrificed the ghost spirit flag, he didn't want to kill time with his opponent, and used ordinary magic weapons to fight with his opponent. After all, there is only one month, and only a quick battle can kill enough monks and demon beasts, so as to gain more souls and true elements. The reason why Feng Fan didn't sacrifice the ghost banner was just to drag the opponent, and then use the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead to absorb the opponent's true element.

Seeing the black giant banner that exuded an eerie aura, something that made the Thunder Sect monk almost tremble in his mind suddenly flashed: "Demon Spirit Flag!" After all, he is a demon cultivator, and he is well-informed as a monk in the late stage of foundation building, so when he saw the black giant flag, he immediately thought that this was a ghost spirit flag.

The Thunder Sha Sect monk no longer hesitated, and quickly sacrificed two spirit runes, forming two layers of gray defensive shields around his body. The Thunder Cult monk then moved his hands slightly, and a giant sword with a glow of cold appeared in his right hand, and a short knife appeared in his left hand.

With the influx of True Yuan, the giant sword and short knife spewed out countless pillars of light, which were quickly wrapped. It seems that these monks who entered Yimang Mountain to participate in the mutual fight have made full preparations, whether it is the two monks that Qi Wantao met, or the monk in front of him, the spirit runes and magic weapons on their bodies are endless.

With the issuance of Feng Fan's low incantation, three ghost spirits flew out of the ghost spirit flag, and these three ghost spirits were possessed by the humanoid puppet, and they all held the Qinghong Sword in their right hands, exuding a cold aura from above.

The Thunder Sect monk was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the opponent to drive out three ghost spirits from the ghost spirit flag, and from the true yuan fluctuations emitted by each ghost spirit, he could feel that these were three ghost spirits in the late stage of foundation building.

What shocked the Thunder Sect monks even more was judging from the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the Qinghong Sword in the hands of the three humanoid puppets, those three Qinghong Swords were all top-grade magic weapons, and these three top-grade magic weapons were exactly the same in terms of color, size, shape, and the level of true element fluctuations.

The monks of the Thunder Sect had seen a complete set of superb magic weapons, most of them were relatively light flying needles, but they had never seen such a large shape, and today it was an eye-opener. It's just that the Thunder Sha Sect monks would be even more shocked if they knew that this was not a complete set of magic weapons at all, but a copy of the opponent's illusion.

The three humanoid golems quickly surrounded the Thunder Cult monk in the middle, and under the control of the demon spirit flag, they began to frantically attack the shield around the Thunder Cult monk's body.

Although there were a large number of Ghost Spirits, they were of the same level as the Thunder Sha Sect monks, and the opponent had two layers of spirit runes on the outside of his body, so the attack of the Ghost Spirits did not hurt the Thunder Sha Sect monks for a while.

The Thunder Cult monk brandished a magic weapon and attacked the two humanoid puppets respectively, the two puppets did not dodge at all, but just waved their other arms to resist, and the crisp sound reached the ears of the Thunder Cult monk, making the Thunder Cult monk extremely frightened.

After taking a closer look at the humanoid puppet, it was not damaged in the slightest, and then looking at his magic weapon, he found that there were slight scratches on it, which made this Thunder Demon Sect monk's face extremely ugly, and he had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears!

The material of the humanoid puppet is inherently hard, and the sand of the five elements is added to it, so even ordinary magic weapons will not destroy it, let alone the best magic weapon.

Looking at the three ghost spirits constantly attacking the opponent's defensive shield, Feng Fan no longer hesitated, his mind moved, and the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead flew out. Feng Fan pointed at the Spirit Treasure, and the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead quickly flew outside the Thunder Demon Sect's defensive shield.

The Thunder Sect monk saw a yellow bead flying in front of his body, and was in a state of panic, when he suddenly felt the True Yuan in his body frantically surging towards the yellow bead.

Not only that, but the True Yuan in the defensive shield around his body was also rapidly depleting, becoming dim and dull, and became crumbling under the attack of the Qinghong Sword in the hand of the Demon Spirit, with the intention of bursting.