When Mingzun rushed to the third person, Luo Jiahang smiled gloomily, if there was no magic weapon given by the elders, he would not be dead or crippled if he was forbidden to suffer a tyrannical blow, in fact, Mingzun's best blow only sent Luojia Hangzhen flying, and he himself spit out a mouthful of brown blood in disguise, and lay on the ground like no one.

is like a poisonous snake issued by a driver, waiting for the moment when Mingzun reveals his flaws.

To this end...... He didn't hesitate to let his last companion bear it independently, Luo Jiahang had a plan, but the gray-robed monk didn't think much about it, broke free from the power of sinking, and crashed sideways into Mingzun.

Luo Jiahang applauded in his heart, the two of them would expose Mingzun to a greater flaw, and sacrificing two companions for this, as long as Mingzun could be brought back to Lang Huantian, it would be a great achievement.

The three-legged tripod lacked Luojiahang, and it turned into a horn trend, and finally the purple-robed monk who was intact panicked in his heart, and roared angrily and attacked Mingzun head-on.

With a flick of his wrist, a long snake spear grabbed into his hand, and smashed it over like a mountain and a wave, Mingzun was ambushed before and after, and smiled deeply, without any intention of dodging.

The outstretched hands were like the five mountains that had been sung for a long time in the secular world, separated from the distance, and fell with a bang, the purple-robed monk smiled fiercely, the snake spear in his hand shook the wind and rolled angrily, and his empty left hand drew a cross mark on his chest counterclockwise, as if it was to stimulate some kind of forbidden technique, and his strength rose again and again, and Mingzun did not want to go up and down.

The snake spear split the mountain, and the sharp spear passed through the boundless obstacles, as if it was fast and slow, sealing all the back moves of Mingzun, and there were endless winds and waves to cheer up, no matter what Mingzun was like lightning, there was nothing to hide under his spear.

Mingzun's face finally changed.

The other party is ruthless and decisive, and he has already fought with himself to stimulate the forbidden technique.

The hair on his body couldn't help but stand on end, it was the warning of death, it was the instinctive sense that his life was threatened, he really didn't expect this purple-clothed monk to suddenly fight for life and death from the initial fear.

That indomitable momentum contained the intention of burning jade and the fearless thought of fierce destruction, Ming Zun quickly judged that the hard purple-robed monk was definitely dead or alive, and he had to be injured and injured, he had not forgotten Luojiahang, who was dormant like a poisonous snake, and fighting hard would bring him irreparable losses.

carelessly, Ming Zun frowned, and thought that Luo Jiahang was the real killer, but unexpectedly, this purple-robed monk was the key to turning the tide of victory.

Rao is the line of life and death, Mingzun's face remains unchanged, his body is like a falling wood, and he is about to go to the next step, with his feet as the axis, he turns around, and the whirlpool drives the wind flow, and he takes a few steps back, and his eyes are contemptuous towards the gray-robed monk behind him.

He was like a purple-robed monk, and his whole body breath erupted into a state of invincibility.

The purple-robed monk and the gray-robed monk didn't feel it so obviously, but all this became abnormal in Luo Jiahang's eyes.

The Mingzun in Luojiahang's eyes turned upside down, and the sky offensive lost its target in an instant, and the moment of the vortex was mysterious, there was an illusion of being natural and landing into a game, which made Luojiahang's desperate thoughts cleanse away.

Flowing clouds and water, swaying freely, and imaginative means, Luojiahang was amazed.

This kind of understatement can be easily waved out by Luo Jiahang, but the premise is not to face two monks of the same rank.

Only Mingzun has always been indifferent.

He felt the gap, and he also somewhat understood why the Elders had asked them to bring Mingzun back no matter what, this kind of strong person was worthy of being the vessel of the underworld.

A dead and boundless gray power blasted towards the gray-robed monk like a thousand pounds, and the gray-robed monk could only grit the crown of his teeth and face the Ming Venerable, fighting for a chance for his companions.

Mingzun is like a gentle air, but there is a tendency to wash away like a rainstorm and wind, the gray-robed monk was robbed, and suddenly he roared angrily, and his left hand also drew a cross mark on his chest, activating the secret method.

The opportunity is burning wildly, and the stormy attack on Mingzun has a ruthless momentum of trying his best to explain that Mingzun is sticking to the same place, but there is no belief that the jade is burning.

Mingzun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, the other party's show was more than the determination to burn the jade, and it was also right...... Who doesn't spare their lives?

He rushed to attack the other party with the strength of his airtight palm, and looked back at the purple-robed monk, this person is the primary enemy, and his courage to not be afraid of death made Mingzun think of Lin Tianxing.

The purple-robed monk's face was like a cold stone, without breath and without anger, his hands were raised high, the whole was like a demon knife with an open edge, Luo Jiahang thought that there were companions in front and back who were desperately restrained, and quietly moved the dead corner of his body that refracted Mingzun's vision, his arms shook, and two peaks appeared out of thin air in the blur, and his arms stirred violently......

In order to lock up Mingzun, the black-robed monk who was confronting Mingzun head-on finally burned the sea of true vitality: "Accept your fate, we all have the consciousness of death." ”

Mingzun sneered, shook several times in a row, and the surrounding afterimages collided, like a demon.

He penetrated the heart of the black-robed monk, this guy was worried that if he dodged away, the attack of his companions would fall on him, this kind of intimidation was pale and weak, only to see Mingzun's hands slapping the ground, and two verdant ancient trees appeared with his hands on the ground, sending him straight as the sky.

flipped two heels in a row, crossed his fists, flickered his fists, spun and fell in the blink of an eye, and his left fist slammed down with his head and face.

The forbidden space realm suppressed cultivation to a certain extent, and it was impossible to cast spells as he wanted.

Ke Mingzun has experienced a hundred battles and has lived on Penglai Island for a long time, and has long adapted to the forbidden space realm, and the black-robed monk is his breakthrough.

The black-robed monk who cowered laughed gloomily when Mingzun locked on him, how could he still look half frightened, beckoning to attract a wild roll of angry waves, splitting horizontally with both hands, and burrowing into the waves on tiptoes, for a while, there was a smug and rampant laugh of the black-robed monk in all directions.

Mingzun's momentum slowed down, and now there was an overwhelming chaotic air flow in all directions, and all the ways of life were blocked.

He couldn't help but think about it secretly, from the very beginning, Luojiahang and the three of them were in the trap, and the disguised appearance deceived him, these people were more ruthless than the other, and each was better at hiding than the other.

Mingzun was like a fluttering volley in the wind, climbing higher and higher, with a long roar, his speed increased by three points, until he touched the forbidden space realm, and then fell headlong.

The whole body is surging with the power of heaven and earth, half of the body is surging with demonic energy, and the other side of the body is transparent and bright, one light and one dark shining like the scorching sun, the divine light and demonic energy echo each other, and suddenly divide into two leisurely, the interlacing of light and shadow, the black shadow twists into a bow, and the transparent body is as straight as an arrow feather......

When the arrow feather buckles the bowstring, there is a humming trembling sound, the bow is like a full moon, and the arrow is like a long dragon......