Among the human monks present, there were no monks from the Wang family. The only human monks who had a good relationship with the Wang family were Xu Bingbing and Lan Fukong.
Deng Xueyi was one against two and was no match at all, so she was tired of dealing with them.
Thousands of red fireballs as big as houses hit us, and an astonishing heat wave hit us, making our mouths feel dry.
Deng Xueyi did not dare to be careless. With a pinch of the magic formula, the phantom figure of the woman above her head moved her arms towards the void, blooming a white halo that covered a hundred feet in radius.
When the red fireball touched the white halo, a burst of white mist arose and quickly dissipated, as if encountering a nemesis.
A gust of fishy wind blew by, and the old man in gray robe suddenly appeared behind Deng Xueyi. The Yaksha phantom opened its mouth and spat out a gray sound wave, which hit the female phantom. The female phantom shook, and the white halo shattered.
At the same time, a red fireball as big as a small mountain fell from the sky and hit the woman's shadow.
The billowing flames drowned Deng Xueyi's Dharma image. The old man in gray robe waved the gray sickle in his hand and struck the woman's shadow. The woman's shadow was cut in half and turned into dots of spiritual light that dissipated.
Deng Xueyi spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.
Yaksha's phantom slapped Deng Xueyi with her right hand, and with a muffled sound, Deng Xueyi flew backwards and hit the ground heavily. Fortunately, she was protected by the body-protecting spiritual light, so she was not seriously injured.
The sky darkened, and a giant red seal wrapped in rolling flames fell from the sky and hit Deng Xueyi.
Just as Deng Xueyi was about to avoid it, a man's loud shout resounded throughout the world, a calming roar.
The Wang family's God-Suppressing Roar was an indiscriminate attack. Deng Xueyi was in the early stage of Void Refining and couldn't stand it at all, giving her a splitting headache.
Before she regained consciousness, the giant red seal came down.
There was a loud rumble and the ground shook violently.
A mini Yuanying flew out from the ground. The facial features of the mini Yuanying looked exactly like Deng Xueyi.
"Senior Sister Liu, save me."
The mini Yuanying held a white jade ruler in his hand and flew towards Liu Yuhan.
With a flash of red light, a big red hand appeared out of thin air and patted the mini Nascent Soul.
The mini Yuanying was about to control the treasure to resist, when another deafening man's shout rang out.
The mini Nascent Soul let out a scream, its body trembled, and was smashed to pieces by the big red hand.
Liu Yuhan's face turned cold, and she looked at Wang Chuanming with murderous intent.
Wang Chuanming turned a blind eye and shouted to Xu Bingbing: "Fairy Xu, retreat quickly!"
The golden sword in his hand slashed into the void, and thousands of sharp sword energies swept out, slashing at the woman in the gold skirt.
He stepped in to support Xu Bingbing, and then used the God-Suppressing Roar, which was justifiable and no one could make a mistake.
Su Qingheng tricked Wang Chuanming once, and Wang Chuanming always remembered this. If he had the opportunity to trick a disciple of the Leng Yan Sect, he would naturally not be polite.
The woman in the golden skirt frowned slightly when she heard this sound, but the impact was very small. With a tap of her finger, the golden shield in front of her aura surged, blocking the incoming golden sword energy.
"Wang Daoyou, be careful!"
A rapid male voice sounded in Wang Chuanming's ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge red fireball fell from the sky and hit Wang Chuanming.
After the loud rumbling sound, the billowing flames drowned Wang Chuanming's figure. A gust of fishy wind blew by, and the old man in gray robe appeared out of thin air. He opened his mouth and spat out a gray sound wave. At the same time, he brandished a gray sickle and struck at Wang Chuanming.
With a muffled sound, Wang Chuanming flew backwards, the golden light curtain shattered, his face was pale and gray, and he looked a little embarrassed.
There was a loud sound breaking through the air, and a gray fist flashed towards Wang Chuanming.
Wang Chuanming hurriedly swung his knife to meet him, smashing the gray fist shadow into pieces. He also flew backwards and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He smiled instead of getting angry. This was better. Even if he went to court in the future, Wang Chuanming would have more solid reasons. He helped Xu Bingbing to be besieged by foreign monks. Deng Xueyi was unlucky, not Wang Chuanming who harmed her intentionally.
Lan Fukong witnessed the whole process, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of fear.
He could see that Wang Chuanming deliberately harmed Deng Xueyi. As for why Wang Chuanming harmed Deng Xueyi, Lan Fukong didn't know. Maybe it was the grudge between the Wang family and the Leng Yan Sect, or it might be the personal grudge between Wang Chuanming and Deng Xueyi.
For his own grudge, he almost killed himself, but he still managed to laugh. Wang Chuanming is a lunatic. Don't mess with anyone.
The gray-robed old man wanted to continue attacking Wang Chuanming. A harsh sound broke through the air, and a blue giant blade shot out.
The old man in gray robe quickly waved his gray scythe and rushed forward.
With a muffled sound, the blue giant blade was smashed to pieces by the gray scythe, turning into hundreds of thousands of cold crystal ants, drowning the figure of the gray-robed old man, and a scream was heard.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, retreat quickly!"
Lan Fukong urged, with a flick of his wrist, the cyan dust on his hand emitted a bright blue light, and a large number of cyan silk threads flew out, heading straight towards the alien race.
Wang Chuanming's body glowed with golden light, turning into a golden escaping light and walking through the air, disappearing into the sky. Lan Fukong and Xu Bingbing alternately covered him and retreated.
Liu Yuhan retreated in another direction. She was alone and was attacked by many aliens.
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A undulating green mountain range, a dazzling golden thunder light rising into the sky from the depths of the mountain range, very conspicuous.
Deep in the mountains, there was a giant valley with six corpses lying on the ground. Wang Liangyan was also inside. A big hole opened in her chest, bleeding continued, and her face was full of incredulity.
A huge five-color jade seal fell on the ground. After the five-color jade seal flew up, a huge pit appeared on the ground. Inside the pit was a pile of minced meat. Not far away lay a giant red tiger puppet. The giant tiger puppet's body surface There are many marks of slashing with swords.
Wang Yingjie was panting and his face was slightly pale. Liu Hongxue and Wang Zongying were not far away. There was a blood hole as thick as a finger on Liu Hongxue's left shoulder, and the blood flowing out was black.
Wang Yingjie, Wang Zongyi, Liu Hongxue and Wang Liangyan retreated together and were besieged by eight Void Refining monks. Wang Liangyan was unfortunately killed and killed by the Yasha clan. Wang Yingjie relied on the Qianyang Phantom Eyes and Five Elements Forbidden Light to cooperate with Wang Zongyi and Liu Hongxue to destroy them. Dropped the enemy.
"Finally solved."
Wang Yingjie breathed a sigh of relief, his tone a little weak.
"It's a pity that Liang Yan was killed."
Wang Zongying looked sad.
"Let's meet up with the other tribesmen first! I don't know what happened to the other tribesmen. I hope they didn't suffer much loss."
Wang Yingjie put away the belongings scattered on the ground, and Liu Hongxue put away Wang Liangyan's body. When they returned to Qinglian Island, they held a major funeral for Wang Liangyan. The memorial tablet was enshrined in Qinglian Tower for future generations to respect.
The family elders will specially compile Wang Liangyan's personal biography. As long as the Wang family is alive, Wang Liangyan's deeds will be passed down forever.
They finished cleaning the battlefield and left here.
