The surrounding peaks are undulating, and there are occasionally a few red dots in the emerald green mountains, which are the peaks where blood grass grows, and at a cursory glance, there are dozens of them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yu Yihong has a formation of turning soil into iron with one hand, as long as he waved his hand, the soil of the entire mountain will condense, and then the blood grass fruit is trapped and unable to move, so it can only be dug out by scattered cultivation.

Qingzhou's silkworm moth silk net is very handy at catching blood grass fruits, often one catches one accurately, and a mountain is not enough for him to catch.

So the two sides separated, each looking for a mountain peak to excavate, which was much more efficient, and the casual cultivators kept their minds to compete with Qingzhou, and they all worked very hard.

"These stupid boys, even if they dig up more blood grass fruits than Li Qing, so what? Don't forget, people are alone, but we have a lot of them. Kang Suian scolded with a smile.

"Well, how many?" asked Yu Yihong noncommittally.

"There are more than a hundred, and if you dig all the peaks in front of you, you will definitely find three hundred. Kang Suian estimated.

"Well, then hurry up, we are moving so much, the wrought iron monks on the island will definitely find out. ”

"Didn't there be so many people acting as a cover before?" Kang Suian asked puzzledly, the reason why they deceived so many loose cultivators was to disperse the ideas of the Iron Art Sect disciples in exchange for time to collect elixir.

"It can only be exchanged for a while, the eldest son is obviously a foundation building cultivator, once he makes a move, killing hundreds of Qi refining and scattering cultivators is not a blink of an eye. Yu Yihong rubbed her hands and walked to the next mountain peak again, ready to cast a formation that turned some earth into iron.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a roar of anger spread in all directions.

"Good thief, bold and daring to break into my elixir mountain. ”

The roar was accompanied by a palpitating momentum, Yu Yihong's face changed, and Kang Suian asked tremblingly, "Yes, is it a foundation building monk?"

"Here he comes. Yu Yihong's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

"I'm going to call people down. Kang Sui'an was about to speak, and there were more than 20 loose cultivators on the mountain, accounting for a small half of them.

"It's too late. Yu Yihong's tone was heavy.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be injected with a pool of ink, becoming black and heavy, and the black pressure seemed to fall to the ground at any time, and from a distance, the clouds were like iron casting, and they were still wriggling.

When the clouds flew closer, Yu Yihong and the others saw that the clouds seemed to be formed by countless iron sands, and the iron sand particles were small, but the number was huge, forming a large ocean of iron.

The clouds composed of iron sand flew over the mountain peak, and suddenly split into two streams of iron sand, which fell respectively towards the mountain peak where the cultivators and Qingzhou were located.

The surging iron pillar fell on the mountain peak, and immediately blew up a storm of iron sand, and the loose cultivators took out iron shields and steel armor, which were all defensive magic weapons, but they were blown by the iron sand, and suddenly made countless holes, and the holes were superimposed, slowly piercing through the magic weapons, hitting the unprotected loose cultivators.

Sanxiu, who was swept away by the storm of iron sand, was suddenly submerged into plasma, and then Tiesha continued to rush towards the next target with the plasma.

Under the impact of the iron sand storm, the entire mountain peak was paved, the blood color was replaced, the mountain peaks were occupied by iron black, and the scattered cultivators distributed on the mountain did not have the power to fight back at all, even if they used magic weapons, they were beaten into slag by the dense iron sand, and then submerged by the iron sand.

Another mountain peak, Qingzhou has already faced the storm upstream, holding up the purple and cyan fireball with both hands, the fireball rotates, driving the hot air current, blocking the falling iron sand, under the scorching of the innate fire, the iron sand slowly melts into water, and then condenses into large pieces and falls to the ground.

Yu Yihong looked at the heavy casualties of his subordinates, snorted coldly, threw out three array disks with both hands, and flew into the air in a zigzag shape, and then ten fingers drew countless lines in the air, and the lines and array disks combined together to form a huge formation.

Guide array, activate.

The formation began to be activated, and the iron sand on the mountain peak began to sway, as if two forces were fighting for control, and then all the iron sand suddenly rose into the air, turning into a long black dragon, which was absorbed into the formation and shrunk into a round iron bull.

Qingzhou looked at the guide array, his heart moved, and he took out the Yuanqi Golden Bell, and in the jingling sound, the power of Yuanyuan Magnetism radiated towards the sky, and suddenly all the iron sand was controlled by Qingzhou, turning into a long circle and surrounding him.

The next moment, Yu Yihong and Qingzhou shot at the same time.

Yu Yihong pushed the guide array from afar, and suddenly the iron ball squirmed, turning into a round of knife wheels full of blades, spinning and flying towards the sky, driving Sen Han's sword light.

Qingzhou shook the Yuanqi Golden Bell, and the iron sand converged into a long iron spear, which flew towards the sky, and it took a long time to break through the sky itself.

The two attacks submerged into the sky, and were immediately concentrated by the invisible huge force, scattering into two streams of black mist, and then the black mist squirmed a few times, and was immediately restrained.

The black clouds in the sky began to flutter, the sunlight poured in, and a figure descended from the sky, surrounded by a light veil of iron sand.

This is a middle-aged monk who looks like a foundation building, this person has a pale face, a beard, and the clothes on his body are inconspicuous, and if you look closely, it turns out that they are all woven of iron wire, and around him, countless iron sand like ants gather together, attached to the cuffs and corners of the clothes.

"Which two did it just now?" Monk Zhuji's eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the audience, and the scattered cultivators didn't dare to make eye contact with him, and lowered their heads one after another.

"In Xia Yu Yihong. ”

"Loose Cultivation Ilha. ”

Monk Tsukiji looked at the two of them with expressionless expressions.

"Before I came here, more than a hundred people died at my hands, and they were all your companions. ”

"I'm a loner under it, and I've never had any companions. Qingzhou said modestly.

"Isn't the predecessor the eldest son of the Iron Art Sect stationed here?" Yu Yihong asked as she looked at the clothes of the Zhuji monks.

"Yes, even I know my name, come prepared, it seems that you are the leader. The eldest son of the Zhuji monk said, "You broke into the herb garden of my iron art gate, and even more wreaked havoc, how many elixirs were dug up by you, and it is irreparable to kill you a hundred times." ”

Needless to say by the eldest son, Qingzhou also knew that the behavior of his group was too much, and the dozen or so mountains behind him were full of holes and traces, and the blood grass fruit was dug up, and even the grass roots were turned out, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to grow fruits in the future.

It's no wonder that the eldest son Ming killed people angrily, and whoever had a thief in the house, not to mention throwing all the money, and setting the house on fire, would be angry and want to kill.

However, the other party is a foundation building cultivator after all, and he has an overwhelming advantage over the Qi refining disciples, if he does it, I am afraid that the few people present will not survive.

Qing Zhou and Yun Jiuzhong had a fight, and they knew the horror of the Zhuji Cultivator, if it weren't for the miraculous skills on their own body, and a big killing weapon like the sword fetus, they wouldn't have been able to escape at all.

"Li Qing Daoyou, there is no way, this time we can only join forces. Yu Yihong spoke, and turned out to be asking Qingzhou for help.

"Brother Yu, what about us?"

Kang Sui was anxious, the original plan was that Yu Yihong would contain the Zhuji monks in front, they would assist on the side, and then find an opportunity to escape, but now Yu Yihong actually changed his mind.

"You get out of the way, don't hinder us from fighting, you know, I join forces with Li Qing Daoyou, and it is enough to deal with this person. Yu Yihong said.

"Good, good. The eldest son Ming laughed angrily, "It's the first time I've seen you so arrogant and arrogant, just a mere Qi refining cultivator, you dare to boast about Haikou, I want to see how you deal with me." ”

After speaking, the eldest son Ming waved his palm, and the iron sand suddenly dispersed, gathering a wave dozens of meters high, surging towards Yu Yihong and Qingzhou.

Although the iron sand is small and light, when it gathers countless pieces, it becomes heavier than the mountains, and it hits like a stream of water, and has the power to destroy everything.

Qingzhou shook the Yuan Magnetic Jin Ling, and the iron wave that rushed to front of him suddenly stopped, and then the huge pressure came, and Qing Zhou's body shook, still manipulating the power of Yuan Magnetism to block the iron sand that was constantly converging.

Seeing that the iron sand formed a high wall in front of Qingzhou, but it was resisted by the power of Yuan Magnetism, under the action of the invisible huge force, Qingzhou's side was empty, but the surrounding iron sand was still squeezed over.

On Yu Yihong's side, the guide erected in front of him, and immediately formed a transparent high wall, and the iron and sand piled up into a mountain, and it was always difficult to take a step.