Seeing that the Yuanying monk was about to die, the two god-transformation monks he asked for help finally took action.
"Brother Hu! Please help me. I'll kill those thieves first, and then I'll come back!"
The monk named Fang Huashen shouted to another monk. The monk surnamed Hu responded, swallowed several pills, and his aura was rising steadily. Then he took the opponent surnamed the monk surnamed Fang and dragged the two groups of Taichu Temple disciples together with the puppets left by the surnamed monk Fang.
The disciple surnamed Lu and Wu Yaochen and Yin Xueze discovered the approach of the cultivator of the Transformation God at the same time. Yin Xueze rushed forward regardless. The disciple surnamed Lu shouted, "Are you looking for death? Are you rushing so fast?" while he hurriedly followed.
Wu Yaochen slapped the Yuanying monk on the back, and the Yuanying monk's body ignited with red fire, and he flew out with bleeding from his mouth and nose.
"Senior Brother Huo, this person has a favor for you."
After saying that, Wu Yaochen also rushed towards the cultivator.
The Nascent Soul cultivator was hanging with only one breath left, but it was the Nascent Soul after all, so Huo Xiumao took full precautions and stayed far away. He would take a moment to cool off and harvest the opponent's life bit by bit, which was like a candle in the wind.
He took a moment to look around, but did not see Jing Yingrong's figure. He suppressed his doubtful thoughts as soon as they arose and continued to concentrate on killing the enemy.
"You dare to be so arrogant even if you are just a golden elixir?"
The monk's eyes were full of disdain. He flicked his sleeves and robes, and a corrosive brown sand covered Yin Xueze overwhelmingly.
But seeing a flash of black light, Yin Xueze instantly appeared outside the attack range of Brown Sand. The disciple named Lu who was not far away from him did not dodge, but instead summoned a tornado, sucking Brown Sand into it to break down and destroy it.
The disciples who came this time were considered to be the better group in Taichu Temple. For them, leapfrog battles were nothing new. Therefore, although the disciple surnamed Lu feels the pressure, he has no intention of backing down.
The cultivator of the Transformation God was very surprised that Yin Xueze could dodge his attack, but his attention was instantly attracted to the disciple named Lu. Xu thought that the Golden elixir monk could not make waves, so he did not pay attention to the movements of Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen.
And this is exactly the effect the three of them want.
The black strap that was tied to Yin Xueze's wrist suddenly broke and lay horizontally in front of him. The two ends quickly stretched, and countless patterns appeared on the surface.
These formations rippled and moved towards both ends of the belt, and then separated from the belt, like chains, bending and extending forward in an arc, meeting in the middle, flashing a few times and then completely solidifying.
The solidified formation patterns and the stretched black belt formed a huge bow.
Yin Xueze used the Black Prison Divine Spear as an arrow and put it on his bow. Due to its size, he could not draw the bow and shoot arrows with his hands, so he stepped on the bow arm with his feet, held the gun with his hand, and pulled the bow string.
Every time the bow string is opened, the energy contained in the bow becomes stronger. This energy was completely transferred to the Black Prison Divine Spear, and dark flames rose from the tip of the spear, but the flames gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small, pitch-black light.
That may not be called light, but more like an eye opened by the netherworld in the world, dark, terrifying and profound.
The bow string was stretched to the limit, and the entire body of the Black Prison Divine Spear glowed with a strange black light. All the power was condensed at the tip of the spear, waiting for its final release.
However, Yin Xueze's face was pale at this moment, and thick light black ice crystals formed where his hands came into contact with the Black Prison Gun.
Looking at the ice crystals that looked like gangrene attached to the bones, Yin Xueze gritted his teeth, and black flames suddenly appeared on his arms, but there was a hint of blood in the black flames.
"do not move."
Wu Yaochen came to the side at some point. He spoke softly and put a hand on Yin Xueze's shoulder.
A warm and scorching power emerged from his palm, as if being illuminated by the scorching sun at noon, the light black in the ice crystals receded and turned into ordinary ice cubes.
The black inflammation on Yin Xueze's arm was extinguished, and his face returned to a little rosy.
He seemed a little dazed.
Wu Yaochen said again: "Same as last time, I come first, then you."
He was referring to the fact that Yin Xueze used his moves to bully the monks of the Puppet God Sect in the Land of Inheritance.
Yin Xueze said impatiently: "Hurry up!"
"I helped you and yet you are so cruel."
Wu Yaochen joked with a smile. At the same time, he touched the blade of the Emperor's Feng sword with his fingertips. Blood beads seeped out, dyeing the sword bright red.
The power of the fire veins in the blood was ignited, and the red flames wrapped around the sword body, spinning into a fire storm and rising into the sky.
Wu Yaochen raised his head and closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, his pupils glowing golden, as if he had absorbed the essence of the sun into his eyes.
He looked at the flame storm, and the center of the storm was Di Feng. Just like echoing the golden color in his eyes, the Emperor's Blade also lit up with a brilliant golden light.
The golden light grew stronger and stronger, and the flame storm also surged. Its momentum was so strong that not only the cultivator of transformation who was fighting fiercely with the disciple surnamed Lu, but also the other cultivators nearby couldn't help but cast their gaze.
The cultivator of the God Transformation was distracted for a moment, then snorted coldly and said, "It's just a small skill, nothing more than that."
Despite saying this, he still planned to use magic to block the attack, but the disciple surnamed Lu did not give him a chance to do it, and the attack speed suddenly accelerated, frequently interrupting his spells.
"Don't get in the way, little thief!"
The monk who transformed into gods was also very annoyed when he couldn't take down the three of them. He violently pushed back the disciple surnamed Lu and released a spike made of brown sand towards the incoming fire storm.
As soon as he finished playing the magic formula, the disciple surnamed Lu came forward again. Out of confidence in his own strength, he no longer paid attention to the situation over there.
The corrosive power of the brown spikes swallowed up the fire storm in an instant, but it was also consumed by the flames until it was only the size of a fine needle. After piercing the Emperor's Feng, it eroded the golden light on the sword, but failed to deal with the Emperor's Feng. itself has an impact.
The storm disappeared, and the Black Prison Spear appeared closely behind.
When the cultivator realized something was wrong, the tip of the spear had penetrated his spiritual shield, and a black light like the Eye of the Netherworld exploded behind him.
The filaments formed by countless black flames wrapped the cultivator into a cocoon. The disciple surnamed Lu focused his eyes, saw the right moment, exhausted his spiritual power and released the strongest spell to attack the opponent.
Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen fell to the ground. Their spiritual power was exhausted, so they did not attack further.
Yin Xueze staggered when he landed on the ground. Wu Yaochen just wanted to help him, but he stood firm on his own.
Wu Yaochen took back his hand as if nothing had happened, took out the elixir and drank it to replenish his spiritual power.
"If you're not dead, you still have to fight."
Mo Yu and Di Feng flew back to their hands. Wu Yaochen looked at the positions of the cultivator and the disciple named Lu and said.
Yin Xueze said nothing and rubbed his arms silently.
Wu Yaochen glanced at him, turned his eyes, and said, "I have something I want to sell you. You will definitely need it."
Yin Xueze: "If you don't buy it, shut up."
Wu Yaochen: "..."
He turned away and muttered melancholy: "Senior Sister Jing, where have you been..."
