Zhang Yuanshan slapped the sea of ​​qi again.

Leng Luo's dharma body also opened at this time and blocked the monks.

boom!

With Zhang Yuanshan as the center, it was like a purple sphere exploded, and the sky was filled with purple mist.

Like falling all around.

Buzz!

Buzz!

All the disciples of Demonic Sky Pavilion at the foot of the mountain opened their Dharmakaya to block the purple mist.

Bama's eyes passed over the people in Demon Pavilion and the gleaming heaven-level weapons in their hands——

Duanmusheng holding the Overlord Gun!

Zhaoyue holding the Biluo Blade behind her back!

Little Yuan'er wearing Brahma silk!

Zhu Honggong wearing boxing gloves!

Pan Litian surrounded by gourds!

The falling moon shoots far away and the flower moon walks!

…

What a luxurious configuration and lineup.

Such an enemy should be nipped in the cradle.

Bama forcibly suppressed his inner excitement... because these future powerful enemies would all die in his hands.

Watching the purple mist falling from the sky, Bama stretched out his arms, looked up to the sky, and said tremblingly: "For Loulan..."

"Junior sister, your and my sacrifice are worth it."

Purple mist obscured the view.

Leng Luo's Eight-leaf Dharma Body blocked this wave of self-destruction, immediately put it away, and flew backwards.

The silent phalanx of monks flew backwards... The mirror stage was once again defeated by the powerful thrust of this self-destruction!

Pan Litian and Monk Kongyuan not only did not lower, but continued to climb higher.

The purple mist invaded the past, but Kong Yuan was not affected and suddenly exerted force... But Pan Litian realized that something was wrong and quickly turned around!

boom!

Bang bang!

"Old Pan!"

"Elder Pan!"

Kong Yuan made a sound, swooped down, and the dark-colored Demonic Zen Dharma Body appeared again.

They have never seen the scene where Yu Shangrong killed Demon Chan with one sword. If they had seen it, they would be surprised by Yu Shangrong's terrifying strength. But... the Demon Chan who was killed by one sword actually appeared again?

Dead person? Is there really no way to die again?

The ink-colored figure of Mochan Dharma Body pressed towards Pan Litian.

"Strong strength!"

The gourd in Pan Litian's hand bloomed into a circular barrier!

boom!

Mo Chan hit the barrier.

Pan Litian fell downwards.

Qi and blood surged, and the old face turned red.

Bang!

Pan fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

The other people in Motian Pavilion quickly moved closer.

Surround Pan Litian in Gaixin.

"What is this fog?" Ming Shiyin asked.

"Blood Gu!" Leng Luo said.

"Blood Gu?"

"Use the powerful practitioner's essence and blood, and then cooperate with the caster's essence and blood... to perform witchcraft, and if we are infected by the blood poison, we will all lose the ability to move." Leng Luo said.

"So disgusting?" Ming Shiyin looked disgusted and said, "I'm holding on to my anger."

Without the increase of Mirror Stage, the consumption of vitality seems to have increased a lot.

After Pan Litian was repulsed.

Kong Yuan in the sky looked towards the quiet monks' phalanx instead.

The bloodless expression is ferocious and terrifying——

Kong Yuan took the black body and attacked Xu Jing and others.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly. It was not very cost-effective to use a fatal blow card on such a dead target.

"Back off." Lu Zhou finally spoke.
Chapter completed!