As soon as Sheng Jie Daoist realized that this pitch-black ancient beast was just the smell of a seventh-order demon beast, another incomparable sword light slashed down, and Sheng Jie Daoren, who couldn't help it, immediately shouted: "Boy, do you want to be arrogant with this little means?"

"If you're intact, you can't, but now, you'll have to try. The calm voice of the dialect came with the Dao Dao Bombardment.

"Let you know how big the gap is between the early stage of distraction and the middle stage of distraction, even if you are injured, there is still a way to go, wait for me to catch you, even the king of heaven Lao Tzu can not save you again. Hearing the words of the dialect, Sheng Jie Daoren was angry again, but his mouth was still as open as ever.

"Then you need to be more careful, probably the self-explosion of the medium-grade spirit weapon in your hand may not be successful. The voice of the tongue did not lag behind a little bit, and then came again.

"You?" was suffocated by the dialect, but Sheng Jie Daoren stopped talking, just urged the wind and cloud staff in his hand, urging bursts of power, and the seventh-order demon beast in front of him, as well as the sword light, sword light, and the binding runes that were still flashing around him.

I have to say that the flamboyance of Sheng Jie Dao has his own confidence, the sword light of the Great Wu Sword Formation in the dialect has just improved a little bit of the killing blade, plus that pitch-black seventh-order demon beast, it is not bad in terms of coercion power, but none of them can break the impenetrable staff power in front of Sheng Jie Dao.

However, Fang Yan did not have a trace of anxiety, that is, no matter how strong the opponent was, he was only going to protect himself now, you know, there was also the peach miasma poison and the scorpion poison from Wu Eighteen were raging in his body, especially the wisp of scorpion poison, which was much more toxic than the peach miasma, and what Fang Yan did was just to wait.

Aware of the attitude of the dialect, Shengjie Daoist immediately felt depressed from the heart, only to feel that he was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, in the past, these attacks, no matter which one, how can they be placed in the eyes of Shengjie Daoren in the middle of distraction, but now, when he forcibly improved his skills to destroy the surrounding formation barriers, his body had a secret injury, and he did not recover, just now the body of the doppelganger was completely wiped out, and his mind was traumatized again。

If Fang Yan knew what Sheng Jie Dao was thinking at the moment, he would definitely shake his head and secretly curse an idiot, if he hadn't noticed that his smell had dropped to such a level, how could Fang Yan rashly launch a bombardment.

Ever since he had taken this mid-stage distraction monk into his magic weapon space, Fang Yan had been waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

What does it mean to kill a mid-stage distraction monk, the dialect is very clear, and the difficulties he faces, the dialect is also very clear, even if he himself was an idiot who injured himself before, the dialect only urged the power of the Sen Ran scroll itself, giving him a lot more obstacles, but he did not take the initiative to use any other means.

After entering the barren mound, Fang Yan didn't pay much attention to this idiot captive, but just urged the hidden magic weapon of the Sen Ran Scroll to look at the movements of those people.

As soon as he entered here, Fang Yan knew that this was not the platform where he had stood with the red bald man last time, but Fang Yan didn't care too much, so that he was still a little happy, just after coming in, Fang Yan realized that the black smell here had an excellent effect on his injuries at the moment, and he had cultivated the Sanskrit Technique Body Forging to the fourth layer, so that Fang Yan didn't need to absorb all the black smells around him, and he only needed to urge the exercises a little and then he had already sensed the passage to leave the platform.

And this is not the dialect's previous reliance on bringing everyone here, the real reliance of the dialect is the pitch-black demon beast that is fighting with Shengjie Daoren at the moment, this demon beast is of course not a real demon beast, and those outside, it is also a demon beast that is conjured up, the difference is that this only needs to be commanded by the dialect, and its body is the black bead that Fang Yan and the red bald man collected a lot of black gas condensed on another platform.

A long time ago, according to the explanation of Brother Wu Cicada Ming, when practicing the Wu clan's several sets of techniques, it was also the time to practice these techniques, and the dialect successfully practiced the bone staff that had not been sacrificed, and at the same time, he also practiced the black bead as if it was a peach miasma, but in ordinary times, the black smell emitted by the black beads did not have the slightest killing power, nor did it have any other effect, and the dialect was only casually prompted a few times and was still ignored on the side.

However, these black scents have a great use in the Wuzu Desolate Tomb, and they have already had the intention of killing the few people who want to kill them, and they are introduced here to use these unknown black smells to cover their tracks, and to do the sneak attack and killing.

It wasn't until he entered this room that Fang Yan realized that he was not only able to steal cold arrows, but also to have a different choice, the black beads that he had inadvertently practiced before, not only could he completely blend into the surrounding environment, but it had no other effect here but was also effective, just entered here, Fang Yan sensed that there was an additional will in the black beads, a surging demon beast will, and the source was the two towering statues, under a slight movement of the mind, the black beads would give out a lot of power, and it could also be transformed into the appearance of an ancient beast with the head of a one-horned leopard like the black smell outside。

With such a discovered dialect, even if he gave up the previous plan to die, if the three mid-stage distraction monks continued to fight together, probably the dialect would not have had a chance so soon, but two times in a row, the monk who first followed him was alone, but he let the dialect with the black beads continue to sneak attack successfully, and the second time he urged with all his might, and finally did not hesitate to reveal the smell of his body.

Fang Yan also succeeded again, and swept another injured mid-stage distraction monk into his Sen Ran Scroll magic weapon space and bound him, but that Zhou Hao Daoist was much more cautious than the previous Sheng Jie Daoist, although he was injured a little more seriously than Sheng Jie when he entered, but he did not waste his mana spirit casually like Sheng Jie, and he is still fighting against the surrounding binding runes in a binding space, probably waiting for the rescue of the other two.

Fang Yan didn't expect it, it is estimated that Zhou Hao didn't expect it at this moment, the previous accident caused such a consequence, and it became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the Lone Eagle Daoist, who was originally suspicious of Sheng Jie, indirectly killed Sheng Jie's body of a clone that had not yet been successfully refined.

The loud bang kept ringing, but this was the magic weapon space of the Senran Scroll, but it was difficult for outsiders to know, even if there were a little fluctuations, it was also covered by the black smell shrouded outside, and the dialect was not detected by the two people on the platform outside, urging the Great Wu Sword Formation, and the killing blade bombarded the Shengjie Daoist who was already smelling bad.

was teased repeatedly by this distracted junior in the early stage, and now he was pressed by the other party to look like this, that is, he was injured in front of him, and Sheng Jie Daoren, who had always been very conceited, almost vomited blood and died, and the two poisons in his body kept invading, and several bombardments outside were continuous.

Could it be that he would fall into the hands of a junior in the early stage of distraction? I don't know what moment it was, such a thought suddenly appeared in Sheng Jiedao's heart, and he was suppressed by him just after it flashed, and then a trace of indifference flashed: "It's just a monk in the early stage of the distraction, open it for me." ”

Fang Yan, who was steadily urging the exercises, suddenly noticed that the power of Sheng Jie Dao Ren had greatly increased, just like when he bombarded the binding spaces everywhere before, Fang Yan's heart quietly tightened: "Are you really going to fight hard?

Immediately, in the flickering starlight, the power of the star burial robe appeared, this time it was not to defend and protect the dialect, but to envelop the space where the Shengjie Daoist was located, that is, to completely destroy this place, as long as it did not alarm the two distracted mid-stage monks outside, the dialect would not care, not to mention, only if it was not a high-level magic weapon that exploded like suicide, the dialect was not worried at all.

"The power of the high-grade spiritual weapon is so powerful?" After the violent fluctuations dissipated, Sheng Jie Daoren's sluggish voice sounded, and after this sentence was finished, there was another low exclamation, and then there was no more sound.

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