The three-pointed harpoon turned into three rays of cold light and shot through the ghost cultivator who was struggling amid the roar of the donkey's sound. Three holes and six holes were struck, all of which hit the vital position.
The ghost that the ghost cultivator escaped in despair could not hold on for a breath under the sonic attack and was instantly wiped out.
Almost at the same time, the short and stocky swordsman who was in trouble knew that he could not withstand the magical power of the sword for long, and it was impossible to survive under the attack of the donkey. The two guys who were originally dealt with by them had miserably harmed them. He squeezed his left hand hard. He took out the black jade seal and threw it at the Taoist priest fifty feet away.
With a thought in Zhang Wenfeng's mind, he separated several strands of sword threads and struck them at the jade seal that gave him a very dangerous feeling.
"Go to hell!"
The eyes of the short and stocky swordsman were full of mad hatred, and the violent extreme sun flames detonated the condensed soul-creating yin fire inside the jade seal.
"Boom", incomparable energy swept in all directions.
The air was distorted wherever it passed, and the mountains, forests and low ridges below were swept away.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was more than thirty feet away from the explosion, was the first to pour all his sword energy and sword intent on the sword cultivator's head.
Let the guy who wanted to escape by committing suicide together fail.
Tie yourself into a cocoon and bear it alone.
He stepped on a string of afterimages in the air and retreated to avoid it, but was still affected. The dark blue and green light on his body fluctuated violently and flickered. He swung his sword to smash all the debris flying towards him, and retreated two miles. Outside, he fell in front of Fayuan who kept hitting the wooden fish with his fist.
The dark cyan condensing disk stood in front of him, spinning into green light and shadow about ten feet tall, blocking the aftermath of the evil fire for the monk.
The donkey was a little further away, cursing and retreating in the other direction, watching the thief cultivator being torn into pieces under the impact of the sword energy and the Yin Fire explosion. The fragments of the body were mixed with the billowing rock dust and swept towards the southwest.
He was worried that the cunning guy would use the remaining soul to escape and go around to the southwest despite the impact of the explosion.
"Lv Zijin, come and help me, don't get away..."
Xiao Ni'er was in a panic. Affected by the explosion, she could not stabilize the water flow formation in the air.
The two men in the formation took the opportunity to break through the mist. Not daring to fight, they shook off the biting dragon lice from their bodies and fled to the southeast.
"I follow the law of the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Dharmas, and it is decided!"
With a loud shout, one of the men's body glowed with brilliance, and he staggered and was frozen in the air.
Chu Qing'er and Zhou Zhi arrived at the critical moment. They couldn't run rampant like the five thieves who were fleeing for their lives. They had to worry about the life and death of their own monks along the way. They kept dodging around their own people and rushing in from the chaotic battlefield. It took some time.
Chu Qing'er held the beaded treasure with only four beads left in her hand, and used the secret "holding technique" that was not passed down by the white witch to intercept the one behind that had not yet picked up speed. Even if the holding time was not long, it was enough. .
Xiao Ni'er was overjoyed, waved her hand and screamed: "Go!"
A green beard flashed in the air, tying up the man who was desperately struggling with magic.
The empress cut off two beards near her mouth a few years ago and said they would grow back anyway. She used rare materials to refine the "spiritual cord". She has not yet refined it to the point where she can use it as she pleases and deal with immovable targets. That's no problem, she is like a little money-crazy, with a lot of magic weapons, but few of them can really exert their power.
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Zhou Zhi shouted: "Where to escape?" He chased the other thieves cultivator with lightning speed.
In the night sky, the flaming short spears screamed through the sky, extremely brilliant and bright.
The donkey opened his mouth and spat out, and the silver lightning poured down like a torrential rain, covering a dusty area dozens of feet in size. It had already noticed something abnormal.
A dark red bead had nowhere to hide, and escaped from under one of the broken bodies. The subtle sword energy deflected the tiny thunder light, and turned around to fly away to the north.
The donkey stretched out its hooves and used lightning skills while chasing. Several finger-thick lightning flashes were missed by a hair, and there was no slippery bead in the mouth. It was not impatient. The bare golden elixir could only cast spells in a limited way, and the lightning in its mouth was slightly brewing. After a moment, he sprayed again.
The bead crashed into a lightning grid that suddenly appeared, causing a sharp scream every time it collided.
"Young man, you're still running away! Is it fun to hide and seek with Mr. Donkey?"
"Keep him alive."
Zhang Wenfeng helped the monk block the aftermath of the Yin Fire, put away the condensing disk, stepped into the air, and shouted.
The donkey used a thunder net to imprison the bead, and the demonic force held the bead and threw it towards the viewer. He took a look at the thieves and cultivators who were tied up violently by Xiao Ni'er and Chu Qing'er with their magic weapons. It had nothing to do with it over there, so it is going to chase him now. The thief cultivator who escaped, I wonder if it's too late?
Monk Fayuan stopped tapping, wiped his face with his sleeve, and said: "Master Zhang, the overall situation here has been decided. Please come with me to the scattered islands overseas to wipe out the nests of thieves and eliminate future troubles."
There was weakness in his voice.
Zhang Wenfeng also knew that soldiers are valuable and quick, so he asked: "Just a few of us?"
Set up another layer of confinement for the beads, put them into a wooden box, affix them with talismans and put them into your sleeves.
"I did the math and found that three fourth-level monks escaped, as well as Donor Xue who escaped early. They did not dare to go deeper into the mainland. They must have circled back to Lingxing Island to settle down, took the belongings they had hoarded, and then ran away. If we rush there now, we might be able to intercept it."
Fayuan explained unhurriedly.
No matter how urgent the matter was, he kept a calm look on his face.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and said: "Lu Zijin, you carry the master on your back, let's set off now."
Xiao Ni'er had already settled the battle over there, put the whole broken body into a storage bag, and shouted: "The spoils, the temple master, haven't packed them away yet."
"How about you stay and clean the battlefield?"
"No, how can we eliminate my den of thieves without my little Ni'er?"
Xiao Ni'er spoke righteously, her eyes were shining brightly with the lust for money, and she knew without even thinking about it that the den of thieves was rich in oil and water, the viewer was good or bad, and she wanted to deceive the child.
Zhang Wenfeng and the monk on the donkey sent out several messages in succession, informing them of their whereabouts.
It will take time to clear out the remaining thieves here, heal the wounded and rescue the dead, and deploy experts to patrol the interior to track down the escaped thieves. Fayuan asked Dajijiu and Daozheng, who were in charge of the war, to send experts to Lingxing Island after everything was sorted out. .
Fa Yuan sat on the back of a donkey, swallowed pills, meditated and adjusted his breath. He had been exhausted a lot, so he took advantage of the break in the journey to refresh himself.
This time the ambush and the battle were carried out in such a hurry that he barely had time to breathe.
Fortunately, the final result was good, and the outcome was decided in one battle.
Flying east to the seaside, he met Zhou Zhi who was chasing the thieves but failed. He heard that he was going to clear out the thieves' nest. There was no reason for him not to go. With the fighting power of the five of them and the law of cause and effect, the law of law is far from foreseeing. Technique, the few remaining thieves can no longer afford to make waves.
Without certainty of annihilation, Fayuan would not set off with just these few people.
"The thief was injured by me, but it was a pity that he escaped into the sea water. I am not good at water, so I had to come back."
Zhou Zhi felt a little regretful and had nothing to talk to Zhang Wenfeng.
Xiao Ni'er curled her lips and said, "If I were there, it would be more suitable for me for him to escape into the sea."
Zhou Zhi laughed and said, "How can I compare with Xiao Ni'er? When we get to Lingxing Island, Xiao Ni'er, you can show off your skills and show off to the few remaining thieves."
Talking and laughing, it was quite lively.
Zhou Zhi knew the sea route, and the distance was more than 2,600 miles, so he arrived directly without taking the long way around.
The sky was already turning white. After a period of self-cultivation, Monk Fayuan felt much better. He calculated in his hands and flew over the big island in the middle.
They saw the island in a mess, with countless mortals and low-level monks lying dead.
Three fourth-level monks who had just returned to the island were trapped in the formation and couldn't break free for a while, and they were yelling.
"Old Monster Xue, you son of a bitch, you're going to eat everything inside and out, you're going to die!"
"Old Monster Xue, why did you harm your own people? Why!"
The donkey grinned and cooed: "No one can save you even if your throat is broken. You have done bad things, so you should be punished."
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(End of Volume 3, Chapter Three)
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