Nine times out of ten, this sentence is not only for dialects, at least at this moment, dialects are the remaining eleventual twelve, and the seed cadres outside the formation are eight or nine out of ten, just when the people of the seed cadres think that there is a formation defense, hiding their figure, and a mere distraction early stage monk can't withstand Qiu Lanzi's moment of killing, something surprising happened to him.

The several spiritual thunders that suddenly shot out of that chaos are nothing, in the previous time, they had already been, but they were more violent than ordinary spiritual thunders, and they might be more effective in bombarding the formation, but it was difficult to bombard a distracted mid-stage monk by this means, and at this moment this formation was just disturbing the divine sense, but it did not bind Qiu Lanzi in it, but with these several spiritual thunders, there was also a strange power, that is, the distracted mid-stage monk of Chongqian, who was well-informed, and couldn't remember what kind of force this was for a while, although he couldn't recognize the origin of this power, but it did not prevent the people of the Daoist from being aware of the power contained in it, and he was just a divine sense, was actually invaded by this force, and even had to cut off a piece of divine consciousness to be able to exit.

There is not only one kind of cadre who feels like this, Qiu Lanzi in the hazy array feels even more, even the moment the kind of cadre person cuts off his divine sense, Qiu Lanzi's voice of shouting sounded again, but this time it is no longer the tone of the previous victory, as if the opponent can handle it casually, but a voice of surprise: "What is this?"

The seeds outside the formation were only aware of this strange power, but Qiu Lanzi in the formation could see a dark aura permeating the surroundings, blending with the original formation aura around him, and he couldn't hide the strangeness of these breaths, and in an instant, Qiu Lanzi sensed that this aura was invading towards his own defense, not how fierce, but it was extremely tenacious, pervasive, whether it was divine consciousness or exercise defense, the slightest contact would be invaded by him, although it would not threaten his distraction mid-stage monk body for a while, it was enough to make him feel depressed in his heart, and the prey that should have been captured by his hands actually showed a little bit of fangs at this moment, which made this distracted mid-stage monk very unhappy.

Qiu Lanzi, who was indignant in his heart, was annoyed, and the sword shadow in front of him became a little tighter, slashing towards the direction where the opponent was hiding, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Guts and rats, it is not possible to steal chickens and dogs like this." ”

In response, he was greeted with another sneering voice: "Why don't you be arrogant with the late-stage distraction monk, and entangle with one of my early-stage distraction monks, is it still a great fairness." ”

With this cold voice, several spiritual thunderbolts blasted out, and those strange invading forces were also still infiltrating.

Qiu Lanzi was a little speechless for a moment, it is true that in the face of an opponent whose cultivation is higher than herself, not to mention the means of stealing chickens and dogs, it is normal for Zhang Huang to escape, seeing that there is no benefit in words, Qiu Lanzi no longer dwells on these, just shouted: "Let's see how long you can last, and what can I do with a little means." ”

After speaking, Qiu Lanzi seemed to have regained a little calm, but there was a little more anger in his eyes, it was enough to be embarrassed enough to be almost fooled by a junior to lay down a formation, and at this moment he was even more ridiculed by the other party, and the killing intent of Qiu Lanzi, who suppressed his irritable mood, was even more serious, and he had the intention to use the other party's body to refine the puppet, but at this moment, he no longer cared about the injury, and he was silent and no longer used many other means, but just urged the sword shadow to kill again and again, which was bound to force the hidden dialect into shape, and then directly killed.

Qiu Lanzi bombarded and killed here, and the cultivators swept the formation outside, and suddenly heard a hurried divine consciousness message from a companion who was staying on the platform urging the hand to grind and kill the defensive shield companion into his own sea of consciousness: "Fellow Daoist of the Seed, immediately join forces with Qiu Lanzi to take down that junior, and someone is coming." ”

Hearing this, the heart of the cultivator tightened, since a few of his own people entered here, it had been more than a month, and for so long, only the junior of the early stage of the distraction in front of him had broken through, and it was only a moment before someone came?

Previously, he was just taking care of Qiu Lanzi's temper, but when he found such a movement, the cultivator didn't hesitate at all, and escaped into the haze with a dodge, standing on Qiu Lanzi's side.

Qiu Lanzi, who had been busy bombarding and killing, found a figure suddenly flashing beside him, and was startled at first, but then slightly angry after seeing the person who came: "Seed Qian, what are you doing?"

Chong Qian didn't say half a word of nonsense, and when he passed on a divine sense: "Qiu Lanzi, don't drag it out any longer, someone is here again." ”

Qiu Lanzi was not at all grateful for the kindness of the Daoist people, but her eyes widened, and she said loudly: "What if someone comes, even if there is a distracted mid-stage fellow, it can still be against you and Liang Daoyou, you go back to help Liang Daoyou guard that platform, I will definitely break this junior's body into ten thousand pieces, and the soul will be burned on the fire in his heart for ten thousand years, so that he can not survive and die." ”

It seemed that Qiu Lanzi's words were angry, and the cultivator passed a divine sense, and scolded angrily: "You Qiu madman, don't you shout like this, don't you let that junior know that there are variables." ”

As he spoke, the cultivator no longer paid attention to Qiu Lanzi's angry eyes, and when he urged a technique, a light and shadow like a fishing net flashed out, and it was caged towards the hazy chaos where the dialect was, and in an instant, it shrank, although it had not yet made the dialect in it show its shape, but it had greatly narrowed the scope.

Aware that his exercises were being resisted, the cultivator paused slightly, but only slightly, and shouted at Qiu Lanzi, who was still a little indignant beside him: "Qiu madman, don't hurry up and make a move, that person over there will come over without counting his breath." ”

"Kill. Qiu Lanzi, who had been inserted into the life of a seeded leader, was even more angry on his face, but he hadn't gone crazy enough to bombard his companions, so he had to vent all his anger on this distracted junior who had lost face.

A sword slashed, the chaos hazy split into two, although it has not yet shown the shape of the dialect, but it is controlled by the fishing net technique of the kind of dry Taoist, the two hazy can't be closed together, one of them becomes a rootless tree, and in an instant, the fishing net is closed and then dissipated, with this bombardment, the strange invading force has also disappeared.

"Let's see how long you can hide. With such an effect, knowing that the junior in the haze did not have the strength to urge more means, Qiu Lanzi no longer annoyed the cultivators, and then shouted, and once again urged the sword shadow, slashing towards a smaller area, so that this time it could not be killed, and it would not take a few times to completely destroy the formation, and the monks hidden in it would naturally be exposed.

"Do you really think I'm weak and can be bullied?" Before the second sword shadow fell, a voice of dialect shouted out.

Hearing the voice of the dialect, even the kind of dry people also showed a little disdain: "The junior is really arrogant, that is, you will blow up the magic weapon in your hand, what can you do, obediently admit defeat, I can still let you live, otherwise, hum." ”

As he spoke, Qiu Lanzi's sword shadow had already cut the remaining haze into two balls again, and in an instant, one of them dissipated, and a cruel laugh sounded: "It's too late to beg for mercy, even if you blow up your mid-grade spirit weapon now, you will no longer have a chance to escape from your self-detonating body, kill." ”

"I don't have a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but I have this, give me an explosion. The voice of the dialect sounded again, and then a bright light shot out from a cloud of spiritual thunder.

Sensing the power of this flash of light, the two mid-stage distracted monks who had been full of confidence showed a look of shock on their faces: "High-grade spiritual weapons?"

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even urging the sword shadow to kill again, Qiu Lanzi retreated behind the cultivator, and the two shouted almost at the same time: "Junior, the high-grade spirit weapon blew itself up, and you will also be unable to escape death." ”

The tough tone revealed their lack of confidence.