And a monk of artistic conception?

Everyone was stunned and looked at where the sound had come from.

The Heavenly Evil Sect Evil Pole is independent of the void, dressed in a black robe, hunting and flying, and a sneer is revealed in a pair of pupils behind the black mask.

Behind him, a round of black light, like a scorching sun, exuded a strange and dazzling black light, and the tall and slender figure of the evil pole seemed to be integrated into this round of black halo, leaving only one outline, which was creepy and extremely weird.

This round of black sun seemed to contain some kind of devouring power, and in the surrounding air, the shattered and free vitality after the great battle of the cultivators involuntarily surged towards the black sun!

The black sun shines brighter, but the evil pole is like a great supplement, and his breath rises.

Qianding's eyes narrowed slightly, and almost in an instant, he woke up from his madness and returned to his previous calm and cold appearance.

"Who is Your Excellency? I have both a spiritual treasure and a comprehension of the artistic conception, and I have no reputation, which is really incredible!"

In fact, not to mention Qianding, the other high-level cultivators of the Burial God Sea, such as Tianweezi, Tiangong Dipo, Hanyoucao and several other great sect masters, also looked at the evil pole with a solemn face.

In their impression, the Evil Pole has always been a low-key monk who retreats and cultivates penance, and does not ask about foreign affairs, and the cultivators have not even seen him a few times, and the affairs of the Heavenly Evil Sect have always been presided over by his junior disciple, the Heavenly Daoist. Unexpectedly, it was rare to be born once, and he sacrificed spiritual treasures and artistic conception supernatural powers, which can be described as shocking.

This person is so deeply hidden!

Don't want them, even the Tianyu Dao people are also full of shock, how powerful is he, a senior brother who lives in a simple place?

The evil pole looked at each other with Qianding, like the water of a cold pool. Unfathomable, his voice said in a deep voice: "What does it matter who I am, the important thing is that I want to decide on that bead!"

Domineering!

Qianding's pupils condensed into two points, and he looked at him carefully. Suddenly, he smiled and said: "It seems that today is destined to be my great day, since Your Excellency doesn't know whether to live or die, don't blame me for robbing you of that spiritual treasure!"

After finishing speaking, Qianding stuffed the purple beads into his storage bag!

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!

On the surface of the purple bead, a huge force suddenly came, breaking free of Qianding's hand and shooting out into the distance!

"How can the treasure spirit of this magic weapon have such a strong force?

Qianding's face changed slightly. But he didn't have the time to think about it, so he hurriedly chased after him again.

"It seems that my brother is not the destined owner of that magic weapon, and it is unwilling to follow you, hahaha

The evil pole laughed loudly, and finally made a move!

As soon as the evil pole trick moved, the figure completely melted into the black sun, and burst up and smashed towards Qianding.

The diameter of this round of black sun. It's only about the same height as the evil pole, but it moves. But like the fall of the stars, the momentum is like a rainbow!

Although everyone didn't know what this black sun was, just looking at its speed and momentum, they could imagine that if it was hit, it would definitely not feel good.

Qianding is about to catch up with Zizhu. Sensing that the black sun was getting closer and closer, his eyes sank, and he couldn't be more aware of the power of the artistic conception, and he couldn't be more arrogant enough to risk a hard blow to chase Zizhu.

Call!

Qianding turned around and fought back. A bloody storm swept over!

Bang!

Bloody wind, against the last round of black sun!

After an earth-shattering explosion, Bilan Mountain shook again, and the space where the bloody wind and the black sun collided, like a real wall, extended a spiderweb-like spatial crack in the center of a certain point!

There was a sneer, and everyone who listened to it was exploding!

Bang!

The second blow is here again!

Qianding and Evil Jizi are both veteran monks in the late Yuan Infant period, and their mana is profound, so naturally there will be no situation where they can only perform their artistic conception once and cannot release it temporarily.

As for the power of the Evil Pole's Yuan Shen, although it was extremely consumed to urge the Wind and Fire Flood Furnace before, it was obviously impossible for this person to really deplete it, leaving him in a state of deprivation.

For a while, between heaven and earth, there was no light, and everyone could no longer catch the figures of Qianding and Evil Pole with the naked eye, only a blood-red shadow and a beating black sun!

Two balls of light and shadow, fierce bombardment!

The air at the foot of Bilan Mountain, after a brief subsidence, exploded again, forming a huge storm that swept in all directions.

Everyone hurriedly retreated!

"Ahh

A miserable scream sounded, and a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant couldn't dodge, and after being swept into the storm, he only let out a long scream, and was ground into minced meat by the violent vitality!

This battle for pearls, at its worst, finally evolved into a duel between Qianding and Evil Jizi!

......

"Such a method is not comparable to the magic power of the law at all!"

Tiangong sighed softly, his expression indescribably bitter.

His wife glared at him angrily, as if she was blaming him for being spineless, but it was rare that she didn't scold him, and she felt very frustrated in her heart.

is also a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and everyone's Yuan Shen mana is about the same, but the combat power is very different, so how can they accept it.

The gazes of Tian Weeping Zi, Wu Sheng, Fang Jue, Tie Zongheng, Han Youcao and others are extremely complicated.

Some of the monks looked at the purple beads hanging in the air again, their hearts flickering, and their hearts were moved again, but no half of them went up to fight for it.

Everyone is almost sure that at this moment, whoever dares to go over to pick up the cheap, those two artistic conception supernatural powers will hit him together.

Most of the monks have already stopped fighting, and even if the rest want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, they will definitely wait until Qianding and the evil pole are both defeated.

......

In the purple beads, Ye Bai was also staring at the battle between the two, and the center of his mind was spinning.

When he was born from Zizhu, only when he was just born, taking advantage of the best opportunity when the other party was caught off guard, he could kill one of the two by lightning bombardment, and the other one would definitely wake up and need to find a way to kill him!

But is it to kill Qianding first, or to kill the evil pole first?

Ye Bai's brows were slightly twisted, and the essence in his eyes flickered, circling on the two clouds of light and shadow, and the most slur was fixed on that round of black sun!

After a few blows, the breath of the black sun rose instead of falling, and it seemed that it could absorb a certain amount of strength from the bloody wind of Qianding to replenish its own consumption.

And the breath of the bloody wind is gradually weakening!

Under the elimination of the other's strengths, if there is no accident, Qianding will undoubtedly lose.

Seeing this, Ye Bai finally made up his mind, kill the evil pole first, this person is mysterious and secretive, and he doesn't know what means are hidden in the Dao, no matter what, he can't be given a chance to show it again!

If you kill Qianding first, you will be escaped by the evil pole in the end, and it will be another disaster in the future, after all, this person not only understands the artistic conception, but also has a spiritual treasure in his hand!

Of course, the Wind and Fire Flood Furnace of the Evil Pole was also one of the reasons why Ye Bai killed him first, and Ye Bai was not yet high enough to be unmoved by a spiritual treasure. Even if you don't need it yourself, you can give it to someone close to you.

......

Time flies!

Bang! Bang!

After three more explosions in succession, two figures, in two opposite directions, shot out of the air, and the speed was very fast.

The two finally appeared.

Qianding fell out of the body and went to a hundred zhang before he fixed his body, as if most of his blood had been sucked out, his full body was actually half shriveled down, skinny as firewood, it looked like a humanoid corpse, although the surface could not see the injury, but the breath was extremely sluggish.

The old man clutched his chest, with a pair of bulging eyes, shooting at the fierce and jealous color, looking at the other side, but did not strike again.

On the other side, the evil pole was in tatters, with seven or eight holes in his body, drenched in blood, and looked quite miserable, but fortunately it was not in the critical place.

However, his aura was terrifyingly powerful, as if it had reached a new peak, and the black halo behind him was so brilliant that even the area had increased by a few points.

"Brother, you've lost!"

Evil Jizi and Qianding looked at each other, Ha Lu smiled, he didn't care about the pain in his body at all, and then his voice suddenly became cold: "Now I'm going to collect that bead, if you stop it again, don't blame my black sun, swallow you all!"

When Qianding heard this, his eyes were gloomy as death, but he didn't speak.

After Zicheng comprehended the artistic conception supernatural power, it was the first time he lost so incompletely, and the other party's artistic conception supernatural power was really weird!

The evil pole didn't speak again, his figure flashed, and he chased after Zizhu!

Zizhu escapes again!

The evil pole snorted coldly, grabbed it in the air, and released an incomparably strong adsorption force in the palm of his hand, flowing towards the purple bead.

Zizhu struggled for a few breaths, and finally fell into the hands of the evil pole!

After starting, the evil pole stood in the void, holding the purple bead in his hand, and he smiled.

The purple beads shimmer slightly!

When everyone saw that the evil pole finally got hold of this bead, they were all gloomy, and even the monk who wanted to take advantage of the two injuries to pick up the cheap ones, after seeing the miserable appearance of Qianding, also calmed their minds.

Just about to withdraw his gaze and leave the mountain!

Everyone's faces suddenly became strange, staring directly at the position behind the evil pole, and their mouths opened wide.

Behind the evil pole, a silver-white figure that seemed to be made of the body of thunder, silently, suddenly appeared strangely, and shot out towards the head of the evil pole!

This punch is close at hand!(To be continued......)