It is undoubtedly not easy to find the true corpses of these two Taoist lords from the raindrops and countless clones. ※%,

So after Pu Ru Daojun, Fang Ling and others looked at each other, the four surging sword lights slashed straight towards Yan Yan Daojun.

The four sword lights imply four ancient incomplete avenues. They gather together and the sword light swept thousands of miles away.

In a moment, the four sword lights had already caught up with Yan Yan Daojun. Yan Yan Daojun swung his long sword frantically to resist the four sword lights. Unfortunately, his long sword with the laws of the great way was directly cut off when the four sword lights collided with the four sword lights.

Then, Yan Yan Daojun's body was also shattered into pieces by four sword lights.

"Puru Taoist Lord, you must not die well. If you go against the will of heaven, you must not die well! Hahaha, I am waiting for you below!"

The void was filled with resentment, echoing wildly. Although Yanyan Daojun was dead, the voice still echoed in the void.

Pu Ru Daojun, Qingti Daojun, Xuanguang Daojun and other three people also became more and more cold at this time. For them, what they knew their destiny in the treasure mirror was that they were going against the will of heaven and would not die well.

In fact, Fang Ling felt a little unhappy. He looked at the Lan Yu who had already passed away in the distance, and the one who was not sure which one was real or that was fake, and a hint of fierceness suddenly arose in his heart.

"Three brothers, since he said we wouldn't die well, let's kill another one!" Fang Ling's fingers pointed towards the void. A treasure map stretched out and directly enveloped the blue raindrops scattered around.

Countless raindrops fell into Fang Ling's treasure map crazily, but these raindrops. Although they were full of spiritual energy, they did not show any changes after falling into Fang Ling's treasure map.

These raindrops are all fake!

Puru Daojun sneered and said, "Well, I wanted to kill one or two less, but since they are so ungrateful, they will kill one more."

While speaking, Pu Ru Dao Jun pulled the magic trick in his hand, and the four sword lights gathered together slashed towards the void thousands of miles away.

As the sword light passed, Lan Yu Daojun's figure appeared in the void, and her eyes were full of pleading: "Brothers of Taoism, please show mercy. As long as the little girl's life is left, the little girl is willing to be a slave and a servant!"

Unfortunately, the anger in Pu Ru Daojun's heart had been aroused by Yan Yan Daojun. Although Lan Yu Daojun is a rare helper, the place where she said this was wrong.

Therefore, the fierce sword light did not stop in the void at all. It directly cut Lan Yu Daojun into two sections.

Lan Yu Daojun's final struggle was just a little bit of hitting the four sword lights, but this could not change her fate of being killed.

And just as Lan Yu Daojun was killed, countless figures of Huan Judojun had disappeared between the sky.

Xuanguang Daojun glanced at the void where only a few afterimages were left. He shook his head gently and said, "I can't catch up."

After running away, there was a Fantasy Judo Lord, and neither Fang Ling nor Pu Ru Dao Lord. After all, they had enough enemies, and an extra Fantasy Judo Lord was nothing.

What's more, Huanjudo Jun is the weakest among the five people including Yundong Daojun. Her threat is naturally the smallest.

"Brothers, now that Yundong Daojun and others have been killed, we should study the use of these eight divine monuments!" Fang Ling waved his hand and took out the body of Qingmang Daojun.

From Qingmang Daojun's small Qiankun bag, Fang Ling took out seven heavenly monuments. In addition to the two heavenly monuments Zhen Lei and Xunfeng, there are two other metallic colors, one light yellow, one red, and the other dark green stone monuments.

The size of these stone tablets is the same as the Kun Yuanshen Monument in Fang Ling's hand. After Fang Ling took out the Kun Yuanshen Monument, eight god monuments gathered together.

However, when Fang Ling and his other spiritual senses swept through these eight divine monuments, the eight divine monuments did not react at all.

Although everyone had sensed the extraordinaryness of these eight divine monuments, it still made Fang Ling and the other two feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

Finally, Fang Ling took out the black gourd, and he slapped the black gourd, and a black cloud rushed out of the gourd.

In this black cloud, Qingmang Daojun's soul was like a toad that had fallen into a black swamp. Although he struggled desperately, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be difficult for him to break free from the black cloud.

"Fang Ling! You and I will not give up!" Qingmang Daojun's soul roared sharply as he rushed out.

His voice was filled with resentment. Just now, he was still the leader of the side, but in the blink of an eye, his body was cut off and he became a prisoner at the bottom. Such a big contrast could not be accepted by anyone.

Fang Ling had a faint smile on his face. He didn't say much, but just waved at the black cloud.

A trace of green light suddenly emanated from the soul of Qingmang Daojun. These green lights were like little bits of green sand and dust, sinking into the black clouds and disappearing.

But in the blink of an eye, the soul of Qingmang Daojun became three points weaker. The soul that was originally staring at the extremely real one became a little illusory at this moment.

At this moment, the Qingmang Daojun's soul showed a look of fear. He shouted sternly: "Fang Ling, if you attack me without following the rules, my elder brother and the others will not let you go!"

"Your brother, are you talking about Yundong Daojun and the others?" Xuanguang Daojun smiled coldly. There was already a small Qiankun bag of Yundong Daojun in his hand and said: "This is what I just grabbed from Yundong Daojun. Since you are his brother, guess what good treasures are there on him."

Qingmang Daojun still had an impression of Yundong Daojun's small Qiankun bag. He couldn't help but feel nervous.

Generally speaking, a monk will never discard the small Qiankun bag until the last moment. If a monk's small Qiankun bag is taken away, it basically means that the monk has already lost his soul.

"This...how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? Qingmang Daojun, I'm not afraid to tell you. Just now, we have killed Yundong Daojun, Yanyan Daojun, and Lanyu Daojun. If you don't know the current affairs, we don't mind. Let you follow your four brothers and leave now!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!