The heroic man surnamed Peng flew all the way to the Lingwu Mountain Range with all the Spirit Mist Cultivators.

Ye Qin gradually sank, just listening to Yan Ying talk about some of the wars that had occurred in Spirit Mist City in recent years, and he somewhat understood some of the situation. The number of casualties among the monks from all walks of life was almost appalling.

When they arrived at the area of the Spirit Mist Grand Canyon, they suddenly saw several flying shadows shining in front of them, and the second was the five or six monks of the Beast Spirit Gate.

Those few Beast Spirit Sect monks were flying wildly on horseback birds, and when they saw a small group of Spirit Mist Realm monks appearing on the opposite side of the Spirit Mist Great Peak Valley, they were immediately overjoyed.

Brothers, save me, I'm Fei Yu Erkuai from the Beast Spirit Gate, help me stop the pursuers behind. Among the disciples of the Beast Spirit Sect, the first young monk riding a fourth-order double-headed eagle shouted excitedly at the monks.

"It's Senior Brother Fei of the Beast Spirit Gate, he's back!"

Yan Ying exclaimed that the group of monks they had come to meet Fei Yu, a childlike disciple of the Beast Spirit Sect, and escorted a batch of spirit stones to Lingwu City. However, Fei Yu and the others seemed to have been attacked, and there were only five or six monks left, and most of them were injured, but everyone's surprise had not yet fully emerged, so they directly froze, because they immediately saw that there were as many as dozens of rays of light of various magic weapons, which were flashing from behind Fei Yu and the others, and they were chasing and killing Fei Yu and several other Beast Spirit Sect monks, and when they saw their outfits, they knew that they were a group of monks from the Heavenly Dome Plain.

I don't know how many fights have been fought between the monks of the three major immortal cultivation realms, there are countless blood feuds, enemies meet each other, what else is there to say, let's talk about it.

The Wefang monks are here, ready to fight!"Kill me!" Seeing that the remaining monks were being hunted down, the spirit mist monks were furious, and they threw out their magic weapons one after another, turning into various streamers, and rushed to the earth at a more ferocious speed, colliding with the light of the group of Heavenly Dome Origin monks.

Ye Qin hesitated slightly, and threw out a low-level flying sword, "Follow and join the battle."

Nearly 100 magic weapons were in the chaotic battle between the earth and the air in the Great Peak Valley of the Spirit Mist, and the battle situation was extremely chaotic for a while.

Fei Yu and several other Beast Spirit Sect cultivators, who were running away with their lives, finally got a chance to breathe.

After a short rest, he turned around and killed those Heavenly Dome Origin monks.

From time to time, monks died and fell to the ground, but the other monks did not blink their eyes, their eyes were full of blood and anger, and they fought fiercely.

Still, the odds are starting to tilt.

What made the hearts of all the Spirit Mist monks chill was that among the group of Heavenly Dome Origin monks, there was actually a burly giant man who was more than a foot tall, with a bald head, thick black eyebrows, several centipede-like scars on his rough face, a bare back and bare chest, and a gray robe. This person most often uses two top-level magic weapons, and he cultivates to reach the eighth layer of the foundation, and he is unstoppable.

A golden treasure wheel, floating beside the giant man, dripping and spinning, can be attacked and defended, blocking all the magic weapons that attack him from a few feet away, and he can't get close at all.

In addition, there is a several zhang long Vajra Fu Demon Stick, dancing wildly in the sky, sweeping a large area with a stick, the protective qi of ordinary foundation building monks, can not be blocked in the slightest, and it is broken with one blow, which has a powerful armor-piercing effect. In addition, this baguette is extremely heavy, and no magic weapon can match it.

The giant man rushed to the front of the Heavenly Dome Primordial Monks, fighting against the Spirit Mist Monks. Almost in the blink of an eye, the three Spirit Mist Monk monks who were fighting against him were smashed away by the whistling baguette, and the low-level flying swords were all smashed.

"One of the Eighteen Evil Stars of the Heavenly Dome Primordial Realm, Amu Meng!" all the Spirit Mist Cultivators recognized the identity of this giant man at once, and they all changed color.

In the bloody battle of the past year or so, although the three major immortal cultivation realm cultivators have fallen countless times, a group of powerful foundation building monks have also emerged in the three realms.

Among the foundation-building monks of the Heavenly Dome Plains, the most fierce one is undoubtedly the monk known as the Eighteen Evil Stars. Amu Meng is one of the Eighteen Evil Stars, a well-known foundation-building high-level monk.

After more than a year, he was able to stand out among the tens of thousands of foundation building monks in the Three Realms, which shows how strong and domineering his strength is.

The Lingwu monks who died in the hands of Amu Meng are currently innumerable, and this person can be called one of the few must-level foundation building monks among the Heavenly Dome Primordial Foundation Building Monks, and among the foundation building monks of the three major immortal cultivation realms, his prestige is extremely prosperous.

The spirit mist monks changed color in shock, and the one who spent the rest of the time chasing and killing the beast spirit gate was actually Amu Meng. No wonder Fei Yu was so miserable, he only had to flee for his life. When encountering such a evil star, few monks dared to say lightly to win the second "Senior Brother Peng Hong, quickly block that Amu Meng!"

"We can't let him disrupt our position, otherwise we won't be able to support two"

When the spirit mist monks were fighting the law, they shouted urgently, hoping that the monk surnamed Peng would come forward to force the king to be slack.

Among these dozens of Spirit Mist Cultivators, Peng Hong was born in a famous family of the Dique Sect, one of the seven major factions, cultivated to reach the eighth order of foundation building, has several good middle and high-level magic weapons, is quite strong in all aspects, and usually has a high prestige, and is the leader of the team leader who carried out the task this time. In addition to him, there was no way to expect anyone else to be able to stop Na Amumeng.

However, Peng Hong was extremely remorseful at the moment, and his intestines were full of regret.

It was because Yan Man would participate in this mission that he took the initiative to join and became the leader of the team. Jiatu's pick-up mission was just to pick up people, which was not too difficult, so he didn't take it too seriously.

If he had known that he would meet a noon god cultivator in the Heavenly Dome Plain here, he would never have participated in this mission.

Bird Hong is self-aware, although he is well-known in the sect, but compared with the Eighteen Evil Stars of the Heavenly Dome Plain, it is a big difference. This gap is not a gap in cultivation, but a gap in the level of magic weapons and a gap in the level of spell coaches. The gap between the strength of the divine consciousness and the weakness, as well as the crazy stance of moving forward. Si Xiang is a monk who has built the eighth layer of the foundation, but his strength is very different.

Peng Hong almost died of hardship, where did he have the ability to fight a foundation-building monk like Amu Meng, who shocked the Three Realms. But now it's too late to leave, if he is timid and afraid of fighting, then the prestige he has accumulated in the past fifty or sixty years can be regarded as completely finished.

In the Spirit Mist Realm, who can afford him?

Maybe Amumeng is not as powerful as it is rumored.

Under the eyes of the nearby Lingwu monks, Peng Hong rushed to the soil with a hint of luck, and threw a mouthful of earthy yellow copper tripod from the storage bag. This earthy yellow small tripod surged in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a big tripod the size of a stone house, and the runes on the body of the tripod burst into bursts of yellow light, smashing towards Amu Meng's head.

, Stone Refining Ding!"

Peng Hong shouted angrily, Sword Power Spell Casting II, a middle-level earth-based magic weapon, has extremely strong defensive power, and the pressure is extremely heavy, and the pressure is enough to crush people.

Amu Meng was killing the rise, and when he saw a spirit mist monk attacking him in front of him, he didn't look much at it, holding the golden vajra demon stick in mid-air, roaring out wildly, and hitting the brass giant ding.

Bang!

The two magic weapons collided, and the golden and yellow light bloomed dazzlingly.

Ju Ding shook violently, and the light on the runes suddenly dimmed sharply, and then "clicked" and burst out of fine cracks on Ding's body, these cracks became bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, they were already as thick as a finger. At the end, there was an uproar, and the mouth turned into countless fragments of magic weapons, shattering and scattering.

However, the Jinzhou Fu Demon Stick magic weapon was not hindered at all, and the skin was not scratched Er Peng Hong retreated in shock, his face was purple, although this mouth was only a mid-level earth magic weapon, but the earth magic weapons were all magic weapons with strong defensive power. In one shot, the stone refining tripod was smashed into pieces. That Vajra Demon Stick is probably at least a grade higher than the second or third order of the Alchemy Stone Ding, so it has such a great power Second, he was terrified in his heart, and he suddenly understood that Amu Meng's evil star prestige was not obtained in vain. The countless monks who died at the hands of Amumeng were not falsely reported.

Compared with one's own fame, it is still more important to live.

Where did Peng Hong dare to fight any further, he threw down the half-abandoned stone refining tripod, turned around and stepped on the flying sword and retreated in a hurry. He also has a lot of such mid-level magic weapons, and there are also several high-level magic weapons. But he has already tried Amu Meng's strength, even if he shows his high-level magic weapon, he can only be wasted in vain, and maybe he will die.

Under the cover of several other Lingwu monks next to him, Peng Hong quickly retreated to the back of the formation of the Lingwu monks, avoiding the worry of his life.

, coward, kill you, Lao Tzu still has dirty hands, get out!"

With such a cowardly opponent, he didn't bother to chase after him at all, and turned around to attack the other Spirit Mist Cultivators around him.

The spirit fog monks were frightened, and wherever Amumeng went, they dodged one after another. In just a few moments, there were already as many as four or five foundation building monks who died tragically and were seriously injured in the hands of Amu Meng, and even Peng Hong, who was the strongest, retreated at the touch of a button, and the army's morale was shaken for a while. The number of Lingwu people has a slight advantage, although it has not yet reached the point of rout, but the morale is completely lost, and I am afraid that it will not last long.

Ye Qin controlled the flying sword and joined the chaotic fighting method while watching the battle situation coldly.

There is not much difference in the number of monks on both sides, both of them are twenty or thirty foundation building monks. The spiritual mist cultivation is slightly more, including Fei Yu and several other Beast Spirit Sect monks.

But Amu Meng's strength was too strong, and everywhere he went, no one could stop his baton sweep, and the battle was tilting towards the Heavenly Dome Origin Monk. The spirit mist army's heart was shaken, and defeat was a matter of time. Peng Hong's timid retreat accelerated the speed of defeat.

Ye Qin took Amu Meng's fighting technique in his eyes, and quickly weighed it in his heart. The strength of this Amu Meng is estimated to be similar to that of Li Xi, the young master of the Lingqi Sect in the Cold Lake Forest.

If Li Xi still has the magic weapon of Shuibei Lingzhu, he should be able to work well with Amu Meng, as for who is strong and who is weak, it is really hard to say.

Li Xi is extremely strong in the control of water-based spells, as long as he keeps a sufficient safe distance, he can completely consume Amumeng with water-based spells.

Amumeng is almost crazy in hand-to-hand combat, and once he gets close, Li Xi is almost certain to die, and he will be finished with a stick.

However, Li Xi's water shell spirit bead has been robbed by him, and his arm has been cut off, and now he is definitely not Amu Meng's opponent.

Ye Qin's heart quickly broke Amu Meng's strength.

If Amu Meng can be suppressed, it is still possible to save the tide of the battle.

But he didn't want to do it.

In the final analysis, this mission had nothing to do with him, purely because Yan Fei claimed that it was dangerous outside Lingwu City, and under the pretext of protecting his safety, he pulled him over.

The battle was won, and the credit was all the credit of Peng Hong, the monks who were ordered to carry out the mission, and it would not be counted in his head. This battle was lost, and Ge Hong also bore the bitterness. He didn't want to compete with this monk from a famous family for this "merit and hard work."

Ye Qin didn't have the slightest intention to have a fight with Amu Meng and take the risk.

Moreover, this place is not too far from Lingwu City, even if it is defeated, with his strength, if he wants to run back to Lingwu City, he can still do it easily. Therefore, from beginning to end, Ye Qin was unusually low-key, just participating in the fighting method with a low-level flying sword, paying attention to whether the situation was out of control at any time, so as to wait for the opportunity to leave.