Chapter 592 Interests Present: You go to kill the enemy, I will benefit!

Yi Chu's remark was a white-snatching that all men knew, which made the woman's face crimson, crying and laughing, and there was a little more hatred on her face; although the other monks were all cultivators, they were still men in their bones, and sex was still the source of happiness in their feelings.

After listening to Yi Chu's simple and understandable ridicule, these monks only felt that the instinctive ** in their bodies was provoked, and their minds were like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, like something that had been sleeping for a long time, looking forward to subversion and outbreak. They all had strange expressions, and a smile that was more ugly than crying appeared at the corners of their mouths.

And Yi Chu, the maker of this joke, looked at the people with different expressions very innocently, with a confused and ignorant face; on the surface, there was nothing to do, but his heart was clear, and a small banner suddenly appeared in his hand, and a resentment rose to the sky, and at the moment when the small banner appeared in his hand, he rushed straight into the sky in mid-air

The golden flowers had not yet approached Yi Chu, but the woman who had been teased saw the angry little banner in Yi Chu's hand. A thought suddenly rose in the woman's heart, she couldn't believe it and looked at Yi Chu who was holding a small flag, and between the magic decisions in her hand, the flowers that had fallen and were about to burst at any time suddenly returned to the woman's palm.

"How is that possible?"

The red-clothed man who stepped on the purple fairy sword suddenly burst out two cold lights between his eyes, but his flying sword that was about to fly out was instantly withdrawn by him. The small magic flag in Yi Chu's hand gave birth to endless fear and jealousy in his eyes

"How could he have this thing in his hands?"

Tianduzi's uncertain face suddenly stiffened, as if he was still holding the victory just now, and at this time he was almost less sure, this premonition made him feel cold in his heart, and his heart twitched for a while, and what he said just now was like a slap in the face, loudly on his face

Sitting on top of the purple clouds, an old man who looked like a flower child also suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were firmly fixed on the small banner in Yi Chu's hand, and he no longer felt full of confidence.

All the monks of Silence, at this moment, fell into an almost suffocating silence. A pair of eyes, staring at Yi Chu with a small flag in his hand, no one dared to act rashly, and his heart was in the anxiety of uncertain life and death.

They were afraid, afraid that the small banner in Yi Chu's hand would shake at them

The Soul Flag, what Yi Chu took out, was the Yin Soul Sect's Zhenzong Treasure Soul Banner. Although this small banner can only be used once, this one-time small banner can completely take the life of a condensed monk.

When the Soul Banner shakes, the monks who are attacked by him will be destroyed. And as this monk was killed, the treasure banner that the Yin Soul Sect Patriarch had exhausted and cultivated would also turn into ashes in an instant.

This treasure flag can only be used once, but it is enough to let yourself die, and gently shake it like this.

All the condensation masters were silent, although they knew that as long as one of them could stand up and make a sacrifice, they could break the Soul Transformation Banner in Yi Chu's hand, and this guy would have nothing to rely on, but for everyone, life is only once, and who would be willing to die when they cultivated to their level? Not to mention, sacrificing themselves just to make wedding clothes for others?

The killing intent gathered by the eight hundred mountains and rivers was instantly frozen by Yi Chu Yi Chu held the Soul Transformation Banner in his hand, his eyes glanced at the monks who surrounded him, and he sneered and said: "Yi Chu is here, which Daoist brother will come to teach first"

No one wants to talk, who can cultivate to the level of condensation, who is not a person with exquisite thoughts? The power of this soul transformation banner, everyone knows very well, if it is defeated by this soul transformation flag, it will be a dead end

In the world, there is only one Soul Banner now, and the role of the Soul Banner is only once, as long as the Soul Banner in Yi Chu's hand is consumed, he has no one to rely on.

The problem is that these condensation-level monks believe that people do not do it for themselves, and that heaven and earth will perish, and no one is willing to make a feat of sacrificing themselves for others and throw away their lives for no reason. At present, everyone else is a grandson, and only oneself is an irreplaceable uncle

The originally chaotic scene was instantly shocked by Yi Chu, surrounded by more than thirty condensing monks, but it was Yi Chu who was besieged who dominated everything, and in an instant, the host and guest were transposed.

"Brother Tianduzi, didn't you say that you want to leave the ancestor and me here?"

Tianduzi's face was red and white for a while, but this guy was also a cunning person, and at the moment when the eyes around him came, he laughed and said: "Blood Ancestor, you go against the sky, and my Tianduzi naturally can't tolerate you, but all my fellow Daoists are in front of me, how can I be greedy for great merit?"

As he spoke, Tianduzi took a few steps back and said, "Fellow Daoists, the enemy is now, let's work together to kill this demon demon." ”

And with the exit of these words, Tianduzi's body suddenly floated, and the distance between him and Yi Chu suddenly became more than ten zhang away.

Under the awe-inspiring slogan of justice, the air around couldn't help but tighten, and more than thirty Condensation Stage cultivators, looking at Yi Chu at the same time, were full of coldness, but they insisted on closing their teeth tightly and never spoke, of course, they would not take the initiative to launch their own first attack

The red-faced monk who stepped on the purple flying sword looked at Yi Chu with a solemn expression, and between the sword tricks in his hand, Sen Ran's long sword could break through the air at any time.

Rays of light converged in the void, and various colors of evil qi condensed into various shapes in the void, and all the monks, at this moment, were ready for their strongest blow.

The blow of more than thirty condensing monks, what kind of power should it be, and these powers that were ready to be launched gathered together, and suddenly made the heavens and the earth change color.

Repression, repression

The endless world, at this time, there is only the suppression of the forest

Dozens of divine senses shrouded in the void, each divine consciousness was shrouded in Yi Chu's body, and these divine senses were all waiting, waiting for their companions to be the first to deliver that earth-shattering blow

There is a saying that silence, silence, do not explode in silence, perish in silence

Dozens of condensation masters waited without saying a word, waiting for the self-sacrificing hero to be released quickly, but none of these monks who believed that people would be destroyed for their own sake was willing to become the foolish hero who lacked heart

Yi Chu, who was in the middle of the crowd, his face was extremely solemn, at this moment, this situation was almost imminent, once someone made a move, the joint attack of the more than thirty Condensing Cultivators was enough to make him disappear in an instant

However, the more this moment, the more calm Yi Chu's heart became, he was killing on the battlefield back then, knowing that the more life and death were at stake, the more he needed to be calm.

Ready to go, a moment of life and death