The godhead of the Zhangren Star Official is like a firefly in the dark night, so bright and outstanding, like two blessed lands and caves, and it seems to contain the stars of Zhou Tian.

Many monks abandoned Zhou Linfeng and stared at the little-known Zhang Chi, and suddenly had the wild idea of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and then some people couldn't help laughing.

Probably shocked by his own thoughts, there was a monk holding the "Clear Cold Abyss" frost mirror, and he took a step forward nonchalantly, ready to snatch it.

At this moment, Ba Liming rushed to the city gate with his front and back feet, and others relied on the escape technique to pursue the remnants of the enemy, he relied on his own body technique comparable to the "eight steps to catch the cicada", a little slower, which is understandable.

Zhang Chi saw the descendants of the Wu clan who had changed into bronze, and found an incomparably thick line of karma, tying himself to this person, and suddenly understood that he was not without a chance of winning.

The blood snake hidden in the left eye was quietly awakened by Zhang Chi, and the big witch clown occupied half of the field of vision, scanned everything in front of her, and easily learned the ins and outs, aiming at Ba Liming, a direct descendant of the Emperor of the Emperor, and silently performed a blood incineration technique, slightly increasing the concentration of the Wu clan's bloodline.

In an instant, the essence in Ba Liming's body burst into flames, rising straight up like a chimney, and this scene was like the essence of the martial arts holy hand, making the surrounding monks unable to avoid it, lest the two sides start a war at the city gate and harm themselves.

Who knows, this martial arts master in Longqiu City has no intention of starting a war with Zhang Chi at all, and the concentration of the Wu clan's bloodline in his body has increased, and he needs a large amount of supplements to nourish and replenish it, so as to barely maintain his consumption, so as not to extract his own vitality and enter the aging period in advance.

The thin aura of heaven and earth is dispensable, and the yin qi from the netherworld is offset by the shock wave of the heaven and earth net, and it is weakened by the gods in the city and the land of the city god, and there is not much surplus yin qi to draw.

From this point of view, it is the best tonic to obtain the essence of the aura of heaven and earth, to have its own spiritual roots, to cultivate spirituality, to have mana, and even to cultivate the Dao Sect Dharma, to condense the Spiritual Pool of the Pulp Sea, and the true text, and to surround the monks.

His bloodthirsty and brutal nature instantly awakened, and Ba Liming immediately threw a punch, venting a killing intent like a substance towards the monk closest to him.

Zhang Chi's eyes widened, and when he saw Ba Liming's fist, he blasted out a visible word "death", instantly shattering multiple talisman spells, and penetrating through a monk's body without any skill.

In an instant, the monk closed his eyes unwillingly, and he didn't even have the power to fight back, let alone the trump card at the bottom of the box with the enemy. Immediately afterward, the spirituality and all the savings in his whole body poured into Ba Liming's body like a dam opening a floodgate to release water.

After a breath, like a bronze giant, Ba Liming, penetrated the monk's chest and right arm, and his skin was dyed with an ominous flame red, and the monk looked like a dehydrated and dried corpse, thin and skinny, and only a true spirit escaped and fell to the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.

The monk holding the "Qing Leng Yuan" frost mirror, who seemed to have something to do with the deceased, immediately skimmed off the Zhang Chi on the city wall, pointed at Ba Liming with his halberd, and shouted angrily: "What are you crazy about? Have you forgotten your original vow?"

Ba Liming raised his head, he couldn't see the black and white pupils, only the rich blood light that could not be dissolved, this time it was unexpected, and some people couldn't help but retreat quickly, as if they regarded Ba Liming as a flood beast.

"The crazy blood in Xiao Ming's body is out of control, I have had an experience before, I came into contact with the ritual weapons of the Wu Clan, but that is a special case, and it has long been ground away by the method of martial arts refining. It's certainly unreasonable to get out of control again now, and according to my estimates, nine times out of ten, it's related to thieves on the city walls. His left eye is like a snake eye, maybe he has obtained the snake method of the Wu clan. ”

Zhang Chi smiled in surprise, he didn't expect that in Longqiu City, there were still people who knew the secret of the witch clan's sacrifice, but he only knew a little about fur spells, and he didn't know that his left eye contained the essence of the blood of the great witch clown.

Ba Liming had obtained the spiritual savings of a monk to satisfy his hunger and thirst for increased blood concentration, but in order to make up for the shortfall, he continued to hunt down his fellow monks around him.

At the same time, the Yang God Monk Zhou Linfeng abandoned the Star Official Godhead, and saw that he was in trouble, and it seemed that he did not succeed in killing people with a knife, but there was a problem within this group of monks.

He still didn't care about this, and took advantage of the effect of the Shenxing armor horse, secretly sneaked to a certain section of the embankment of the Lingjiang River, lifted the ban on the obstruction method, and found the spiritual weapon "Qingluo Boat", which had been carefully cultivated for many years and didn't know how much money it cost.

Just as Zhou Linfeng was about to board the ship, he was still hesitant in his heart, should he take a boat and flee away? Or should he control this large-scale spiritual weapon, teach the monk who was chasing and kill him a hard lesson, and regain the godhead of the Zhangren Star Official?

It's a pity that before he could make a decision, someone sneaked up on him. It's not a monk who only has a star official godhead in his eyes, but two warlocks and the like, they think that if they offend this Yang God monk fiercely anyway, they will definitely end up in the future, so it is better to take advantage of this person's oil and lamp to dry up, join forces to kill him, and take the opportunity to pick up a bargain.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Linfeng deserved to be a Yang God monk, and he had reached the point of running out of water, and he still held a trump card in his hand that was enough to turn the tables, and the two Jianghu warlocks did not hesitate to take the lead.

It was still the suspicious person who caught the wind and caught a little inspiration from the target, bit his index finger and wrote the word "pain" on a shell of an egg he carried with him, and then threw it on the ground and stomped on it fiercely.

In an instant, Zhou Linfeng, who was about to board the boat and board the boat, was hit hard by Ba Liming's whip leg between his two hips, and the whole person bent and fell to the ground, sweating wildly all over his body, and the irresistible pain came like a tide, knocking him to the ground in an instant, the whole person was like a boiled river shrimp, the internal organs were tight, and the muscles below the lower abdomen and above the knees were all spasmed.

"Sweep...... Nima"

had a related experience before, Zhou Linfeng instantly understood, knowing that he was killing gods tonight, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to escape the swear words like anger, and because of the pain, he blurted out deformed when he blurted out.

Another Jianghu warlock casually sprinkled a puff of granular ashes, which smelled bad and fell on Zhou Linfeng's body, instantly extinguishing the aura of the Shenxing Jiama, and even staining the jade pendant on the waist bag and the aura of the close-fitting sachet to ensure that the opponent really had no power to fight back.

Zhou Linfeng really gave up at this point, and when he met such a cautious opponent, he lost the ground clean and slippery, and had to open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Who knows, this Jianghu warlock who is good at vicious curses, specializes in collecting filth, and refining evil weapons, stepped forward to rush at Zhou Linfeng's head and feet, only to hear a click, and immediately kicked off his neck bones, and scolded on his mouth.

"Tell you to look down on me! Tell you to look down on me! What a bullshit yang god, he is not an insatiable person, and he has not fallen to such a state!"

This Jianghu warlock, it seems that he is an old acquaintance with Zhou Linfeng, at least he has dealt with it, and he has suffered a little loss, he was smiling at the time, but he remembered hatred in his heart, with the passage of time, not only did he not eliminate resentment, but he continued to breed and accumulate superposition, and now when he found an opportunity, he vented it thousands of times to get justice for himself.

Zhou Linfeng, who was unwilling to be humiliated, how could he swallow this evil breath, knowing that his house was useless, and regardless of other potential crises, he directly went out of his body, and a yang god broke through the Baihui acupoint on his head, and went directly to the "Qingluo Boat", which inspired this large-scale spiritual weapon.

He wants to get back everything he has lost! The primary goal is the godhead of the Zhangren Star Official, and the second is the charlatan who insults himself!

Personal grievances are put on both sides, and personal interests are placed in the middle. This is the absolute sanity of the Yang God Monk, who is never distracted by side matters.