"Not good"

Lu Xiaoyao and even the immortal swords in the valley also had a strong warning in his heart.

Especially for people like Lu Xiaoyao with cultivation and strength, he did not take Fang Xing's companions seriously. Whether it was knowledge or strength, they were not enough to pose any threat to him. But when they took out a slingshot, he couldn't help but pose a strong danger. In an instant, he let go of his hand that grabbed the Fengshan tripod and soared into the sky.

At the same time, the immortal swords also shouted in unison, the five-kill formation dispersed, turning into sword lights after sword, sweeping in all directions.

But at this moment, a terrifying runes were knocked out from the four mountain edges around.

The bombs fell like rain in all directions. The terrifying rune stone bursting power, all kinds of prehistoric seeds accumulated in their bodies for countless years, exploded at this moment, flooding the entire valley, shaking in the void, black lightning, and howling in the sky and the earth. A valley in the thousands of miles of land, especially the location of the valley heart where Fang Xing and the sword of the immortality were fighting fiercely, there was no place that exploded wildly at this moment.

The magic weapon like a slingshot is that it is too simple to make.

At this time, the little monk Shenxiu got it. It was just an ancient tree slit with a bow string wrapped around it and a leather bag made of a robber in the middle. It was naturally far worse than Fang Xing's magic bow. However, under the infusion of his magic power, it was enough to penetrate the rune stone into the valley. His cultivation was also the best among all people. In an instant, seven or eight rune stones were knocked out, like star beads.

Wang Qiong, two long weapons were wrapped together, and as a bow frame, tied a flexible immortal-bound rope to it. He was cold and kept taking out the rune stones from the cloth bag around his waist and hitting it in the middle of the valley, with deep resentment.

Chu Ci was usually soft and weak, and now he had a cold face, but turned his sword spirit into a golden bow frame, and used a soft whip that Fang Xing gave her as a bow string. He didn't even look at it, and didn't even try to aim. He just kept remembering Fang Xing's instructions and ignored anything else. He kept hitting until he wiped out all the thirty stalks that he had distributed to her.

The green donkey is even more powerful. Its slingshot was made by Fang Xing himself. It was directly a solid tree as a bow frame. It was inserted in front of him. He stretched out his mouth and bit the bow string and pulled it. The tail flexibly rolled up the stalk and stuffed it into the skin. Then he swung his big head and the stalk and bounced it out. Then he stretched out his mouth and bit the bow string and pulled it back. The tail rolled up the stalk and hit it out again.

Their cultivation may be of varying quality, but at this time, the strength they exert is almost the same.

Even though their slingshots were far worse than Fang Xing's, it was enough to hit the valley, and they didn't ask for accuracy at all. They just chose a general range and kept hitting it inside. Each stalking stone flew out, which was almost equivalent to the full-strength attack of the Nascent Soul Cinderella's expert. After a while, the power seemed too terrifying.

Who has seen nearly a hundred Nascent Soul masters bombarding a valley at the same time?

The soldiers and horses of Changsheng Sword and Lu Xiaoyao were already complaining at this time. The sky and earth were filled with runes flying around, bursting energy and divine light. Even if they escaped, they could not escape, let alone counterattack. It can even be said that only one person in this entire valley is safe, that is Fang Xing. He hung the Fengshan Cauldron above his head and suppressed himself. There was a wrap around the power of the Fengshan Cauldron. Even the terrifying power of these runes came, and they were bounced away by the Fengshan Cauldron, and could not hurt a single hair of his hair.

The Sword of the Eternal Life and Lu Xiaoyao had already realized their mistake. They wanted to kill the demon, and as long as they trapped him, they would not worry about any more problems. But they were eventually deceived by the demon, because this time, Fang Xing originally treated himself as bait, lured the Sword of the Eternal Life and Lu Xiaoyao together, and then several others were bombarded.

Anyway, he has the Fengshan Cauldron to protect his body. Anyone else, does anyone have a body-protecting immortal weapon that can be comparable to the Fengshan Cauldron?

"If every tidal stone has a magical power, he will not comprehend it, but use it to fight it randomly. Does this devil have the money to burn it?"

At this moment, Lu Xiaoyao also gritted his teeth in hatred. He rarely called Fang Xing "little devil". He probably felt that Fang Xing could not reach the level of "devil" in front of him, but now he called out with hatred. He saw the opportunity quickly and used Xiaoyao's body technique to escape from the impact of the stalactites and explosion ripples. Although he was injured, he barely survived.

Looking at the surrounding valleys that were almost dead, he couldn't help but be frightened. He was slowing down just now. Now the fate is probably that the immortal sword assassins screaming in the fire are not much stronger. Under such a powerful force, no matter what kind of killing methods you have or what kind of exquisite magic weapons you have, they are useless. After the rune stone explodes, the raging power is enough to disperse all the magical powers and means, and you can only wait for death.

When they encounter this situation, they are simply crazy!

Only those who are so wasteful will they use the runes to bombard the runes?

These assassins of the Sword of Eternity were killed by money rather than being killed by runes!

"Devil, I will never die with you."

After just holding on for a while, Lu Xiaoyao had to make a decision that made him extremely painful. With a low growl, he pinched up a magic seal. In his forehead, a wisp of fairy energy dispersed and turned into a vague spiritual flame, wrapping him up. Then he raised his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, stepped on the void and ran towards the distance. The endless talisman fire, lightning, poisonous smoke and even magma around him exploded around him, but after touching the fairy flame, they all bounced away, protecting him and escaping to the distance.

Burning fairy spirits!

In a desperate situation, he had to burn the fairy spirit again!

Just now, in order to ensure that Fang Xinghui was strangled, he burned a wisp of fairy spirit to block the entire valley.

He didn't expect that he would have to burn the second wisp of fairy spirit so soon to protect himself and escape from here.

You must know that for him now, this fairy is all about him!

He was plotted by the little monk Shenxiu at that time. He fished Lu Fengxian's sea of ​​consciousness, and was cut off from the connection with the immortal body by the Lotus Girl and the nine remnants of the Supreme Taoist Orthodox, resulting in only this immortal spirit left him, trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness, and forcibly suppressed Lu Fengxian's own consciousness, so that he could barely master this physical body. Now, two strands of immortal spirits have been burning continuously, which is a heavy blow to him.

"boom"

As anxious as a dog in the family, he had just escaped from Gu Xin's most terrifying range and quickly identified the direction. When he was about to escape, he suddenly raised his eyes, but his heart suddenly felt a little cold. In the void in front of him, there was a face looking at him.

That was a handsome and profound face. It was just that he was evil.

Or, I was shocked!

The back of the head felt chilly, as if the cold wind was blowing

"Damn it, there are people on all sides, why did I run to this monk?"

Lu Xiaoyao subconsciously cursed, and quickly raised his magic power, and wanted to thrust out the halberd, and at the same time he retreated.

Even when he quit, he was facing the little monk in white robe and never dared to light the back of his head.

But even he didn't expect that the monk would not hit him in the back of the head.

He rushed towards him directly, his body was indescribably terrifying, and a wooden fish hit his forehead!

Lu Fengxian, who had just escaped, was panicked. The monk appeared too abruptly again. Moreover, he had just burned two wisps of true spirit, his consciousness was a little confused, and his reaction was slowed down by a half beat. He was hit by the little monk Yimuyu, and his head was immediately confused and he could not even turn his thoughts. His body was already falling, and his eyelids were surprisingly heavy, as if he was sleeping.

"Senior brother said that I would cut a fewer pieces when I was hitting the talisman. In this way, if a fish that missed the net would escape in my direction."

The little monk Shenxiu continued to rush forward with the wooden fish, still muttering: "Sure enough, a big fish came to the net."

While shouting, he rushed over with the wooden fish and waved it and continued to smash it.

"Damn bald donkey, I will never let you go!"

At this time, Lu Xiaoyao lost half of the immortal wind Taoist ambience, but he looked furious and shouted loudly.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth cruelly, and another wisp of fairy spirit burned, and the spiritual flames around him suddenly doubled.

The third wisp of fairy spirit is burning!

This is almost equivalent to drinking the dove to quench thirst. For Lu Xiaoyao, it is like committing suicide!

But there is no other way. If he doesn't do this, he feels that he will even faint soon. Even if he can hold on, if he is entangled by this monk and wait until the little devil comes to chase him, then he will still be dead.

Therefore, even though the third ray of fairy spirit was burning, if he was damaging the root of the disease, he would not care about it!

With a roar, the spirit flames around him surged, and the violent momentum scared the little monk and fled.

Lu Xiaoyao took this opportunity and a shocking roar, turned into a light of spiritual flames, rushed forward and rushed up the sky. He was like a meteor, and escaped a hundred miles away in an instant, even more urgent than a dog from a frenzy. When he was in the air, he looked at the valley, and his anger was indescribable: "If I fall into the world, there must be a corresponding Daocao. Could it be that this devil and that little monk are my Daocao, otherwise, why did I suffer losses in their hands many times?"

It can be said that such a battle made this true immortal confused.

But the next moment, Lu Xiaoyao made a big noise in his heart again.

A cold and violent voice sounded in his heart: "They are not your Taoist disaster, I am!"

In panic, one of his eyes gradually revealed an angry divine intention: "You took my body and suppressed my soul, but you didn't expect that three wisps of true spirit would burn so quickly, and they were extremely weak. With your current true spirit power, what else can you use to suppress me?"

Lu Fengxian's voice was crazy and contemptuous: "And to them, you can't just beat them" (To be continued.)

ps: Sorry, brothers and sisters, I was a little late. I was not satisfied with this chapter after writing the first time. I read it for a reader and discussed it for a while. He felt that he was not in place, so he had to write it again. To be honest, I am under a lot of pressure now. I want to write this book well and I don’t want to make peace at all. I just hope to tell the story I want to tell. I hope that after reading it, you can come to me to discuss it more. If you have any suggestions and guidance, Lao Gui is very welcome!
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