The Confucian monks did not stop it, Shi Kuang's cultivation was already half wasted, Huang Xiufeng forcibly pushed the forbidden yuan nail, and his cultivation was nine out of ten.

As long as Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing are cleaned up, the chaotic situation can be controlled, at least Lin Haoran can be held hostage.

The characteristics of Confucian exercises are very obvious, in order to reach his point, he does not need to recite poems, he can be all-encompassing, he is a monk of water spirit and earth spirit root, his hands printed a complex trajectory, and the ground suddenly became muddy.

Jing Yao let out a soft roar.

Flying frost volleyed into the air, as if he had come to life, and stabbed at the Confucian monk with an arbitrary change of posture, and the flying frost was full of light, and suddenly turned into a stab, slapping towards the cheek of the Confucian monk.

Lin Tianxing shot out vigorously, and just at the moment when he shot under the flying frost, he stepped on the moment when the Confucian monk moved and attacked.

When the flying frost was about to slap on the face of the Confucian monk, suddenly it was full of light, and pure red light filled the entire space.

This is the fire spirit root that Confucian monks hated the most.

The muddy ground was dried by the fire, and it was clear that the other party's cultivation was far inferior to his own, if it weren't for the extremely weak breath, he would almost think that the other party was a master of the Mahayana period.

Only a master of the Mahayana period can use the spiritual root to such an extent.

Suddenly, his face changed again, and a powerful attack aura erupted from the fire, a blow belonging to Lin Tianxing arrived, and then there was also a sharper aura behind him that was rapidly approaching, and the change of the five elements was arbitrarily transformed in the process of rapidly approaching.

The Confucian monk retreated decisively, he was cautious by nature, never following the crowd, knowing that it was not difficult to crush the two teenagers in front of him with his own cultivation, but he didn't want to be hurt, and he couldn't understand the change of the other party's tricks, which made him cautious.

Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing missed a blow, and exchanged positions with full tacit understanding, Jing Yao waved his hand, and a gentle and violent golden crystal qi turned into a void sword and slashed diagonally towards the Confucian monk.

Lin Tianxing saw that Jing Yao's attack was even more effective, and he cooperated with all his strength, his feet treading with complex and ancient steps, and his body spun like a spinning top.

The scene suddenly changed, and thousands of sword rains flashed densely around him, and with Lin Tianxing's loud shout, they rushed towards the Confucian monks.

Although the sword rain is small, the water droplets pierce through the stones, and they are indomitable and rush to the Confucian monks.

The gentle and violent golden crystal qi, under Jing Yao's movement, seemed to turn into a heavy hammer, and it quickly blasted towards the Confucian monk, like a surging explosive wave, about to kill the Confucian monk directly.

The cautious Confucian monk was already too late, and he avoided Jing Yao's bombardment, but he was stabbed with several blood marks on his face, chest, and shoulders by the rain of swords.

But he also gradually understood that these two young men and women worked together and were definitely qualified to fight him, and the two worked together seamlessly, and this space was their home field.

Jing Yao had thought about it before.

Distracted by the cultivation of the Great Perfection, can she and Lin Tianxing force it back, Feiyun as a reference has the cultivation of the Mahayana period, but the strength of the five people is still equal, although there are only her and Lin Tianxing at this time, but the Confucian monk is not Feiyun.

It was also at this time that Jing Yao realized that the main reason why he was able to force Feiyun back was not the joint efforts of the five people, but that the Dao Heart Qingming Technique was too subtle, and when it was applied to temporary comrades-in-arms, the combat effectiveness naturally soared.

And the cooperation between her and Lin Tianxing is even greater than the existence of one plus one, so that Feiyun is forced to retreat.

The two worked together to level the Confucian monk's distraction and consummation, and the Confucian monk gritted his teeth and stimulated the inner element, and the ocean tsunami that belonged to him suddenly exploded wildly, soaring wildly, and the opponent's true yuan power was divided, and the earthy yellow air flow poured into the ocean, and suddenly became a swampy area.

Jing Yao smiled loudly, and didn't fight hard with the other party, she floated away, the qi was triggered, and Lin Tianxing also flew in the direction where Jing Yao drifted away.

As he flew, his spinning posture continued, and the rain of swords smashed silently on the treacherous swamp.

The Confucian monk was about to chase after him, and suddenly his heart jumped, the swamp area that belonged to him was like another layer of swamp, and his first thought was that a hidden third opponent appeared.

But this conjecture was immediately rejected.

Silently calculating Jing Yao's offensive, the power of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth has been displayed one by one, and other powers have been derived from them in a unique way.

The chance of the Five Elements Spiritual Root appearing on one person at the same time is even slimmer than the Tribulation Ascension, but the monks with the Five Elements Spiritual Root are all talents who have passed through the heavens and latitudes.

The two must be separated!

The Confucian monk made up his mind to stop Lin Tianxing's advance even if he was injured.

He could see that the attacks of the two were mainly Jing Yao, and the power of the changeable spiritual roots overlapped to create a strange and changeable picture, which made him unguardable, but as long as Lin Tianxing was eliminated, that little girl was just an ordinary monk in the Jindan Realm.

When the Confucian monk thought like this, he did so, but he misestimated Lin Tianxing's cultivation, and he also misestimated Jing Yao's strength.

As he was chasing, he was momentarily caught in a gloomy world, and the sound of the ghost crying made him restless, and a river appeared in front of him.

But it is not the water that flows, but countless wriggling souls, and the Confucian monks who see it are terrified, what kind of evil sect is this......

The Confucian monk suppressed his mind, reached into the sky with both hands, and tore it hard, a large area of starry light shone in all directions, and although the sound of the night cry of the dead was in his ears, it was no longer thrilling.

He couldn't help but snort coldly, making sure that the change in front of him was the handiwork of the little girl who couldn't see the depth clearly.

The souls in the river stopped wriggling, and the blue eyes looked indifferently at the Confucian monks, and with a sharp ghost groan, all the souls in the river flew out of the river bank and pounced on the Confucian monks under the starry sky.

Shocked, extremely shocked, the Confucian monk hurriedly attracted the power of the stars and blasted towards the overwhelming undead, but the power of the stars passed through the body of the undead, and the laughter of those revenants was close at hand.

The Confucian monk's pupils contracted rapidly, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by the undead, but he did not feel the slightest discomfort, those undead seemed to be the product of a parallel world, and they were in two completely different dimensions from him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile coldly, this should be a trick like a blinding technique.

The revenant roared and bitten, and although it was dangerous, it was not the slightest bit aggressive.

The Confucian monk sneered even more.

Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, a heart-rending pain came through his chest, a stone sword passed through his chest from behind, he turned his head with difficulty, and saw Lin Tianxing dressed in white, staring at him coldly.

Feeling the speed of the blood flowing, the Confucian monk roared, pinched the stone sword with both palms, and sent it back, and he himself rushed straight into the depths of the starry sky.