A few moments.

The three-phase body was torn apart by numerous magical arts and magical weapons and turned into a dead body.

However, the monks present did not show any joy.

Probably because Cui Jianlu of Guxian Tower stood there with his eyes blank.

Unconscious stimulation of body-protecting Qi.

The Samsara Drum protects the body.

…

"Master!"

In the distance, the hook-nosed monk protected by the monk in the bamboo hat is about to step forward.

Roaring unwillingly.

Full of heartache.

"The master was defeated after all."

The devil lowered his head with a sad face.

Not many people can push the old devil to this point.

"No."

Wu Rong said firmly: "As long as there is enough evil energy, you can use the soul flag to reshape your body!"

As he spoke, his gaze flew across the entire capital like a hawk, and he had some speculation in his mind about Master's choice of this place.

…

"this……"

Wang Yuwei stared at the fallen three-phase body.

The three-phase body is now like a stone statue, without any magic in it.

Seeing the man fall, Wang Yuwei felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

It is rare for monks to besieged and targeted like this. The person being targeted is either a strong person from a lifetime, or a great demon who brings disaster to the world.

But, is he a big devil?

What impressed Wang Yuwei even more was that this man actually handled every move and style calmly without any complaints or anger, and never even mentioned a one-on-one battle.

It seems that it is normal for the world to target him and the heroes to besiege him.

Even Qi Ling himself didn't think anything was wrong.

But he is not invincible after all.

Still died under the magic weapon.

Wang Yuwei looked at the Taoist friends holding the magic weapons. These people were among the top young people in the Middle-earth Sect.

There are four top leaders like this alone.

Now, their faces have different expressions.

"Amitabha."

Xuannan muttered something and said in a deep voice: "I don't want the weapon spirit to be so strong. I would rather die than surrender, and drag Fellow Daoist Cui to die together. It's a pity..."

There was a strange color in his eyes while speaking.

The weapon spirit's secret technique of soul-to-soul collision can cause immeasurable damage to any one of them.

Only Cui Jianlu has a time body, which can kill his own soul and intercept his own self in the river. Therefore, he is the most innocuous one, which is enough to show that the weapon spirit has chosen the wrong opponent.

"No matter who he chooses, he will end up with the same fate."

Liu Yanghe wiped the demonic blood on the sword and said calmly: "It's useless to be cruel enough. After all, the fangs can't withstand the magic weapon."

He turned his eyes to look at the soul flag in the formation in the distance, and said: "That is an excellent treasure, and it is worth picking up in person."

Emperor Tang An glanced sideways at Liu Yanghe and said coldly: "The winner has not been decided yet."

Xun Gui smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, the winner has been decided!"

…

It's different from young people.

During the confrontation in the sky, Wei Lige burst out laughing.

The unhappiness just now was swept away, and he sneered: "Where are you going, fellow Taoist? Why do you want to intervene in the fight between juniors?"

"I am waiting for someone who will not become a king of the Dao by following the example of many Taoist friends!"

The majestic Taoist master who was stopped by Wei Lige had an angry expression on his face, and the words he had just said made him even more angry.

The long-distance strike of spiritual consciousness seems to want to see clearly the lower realm.

Then when he saw that the main soul of the weapon spirit was defeated and could only use the method of fighting with the soul, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "What a joke, Old Ghost Wei, do you think you can kill me, Lou Tianjiao Saint, with just one holy weapon spirit?"

Wei Li Ge said without changing his expression: "Whether it is possible or not is not up to me."

"Even if he can kill Jianlu, Jianlu with the soul of time can still be safe."

The majestic Taoist Lord then said: "What's more, he is no match for Jianlu. He will only die in the sea of ​​consciousness and become a stepping stone for Jianlu to achieve enlightenment, just like his eternally decaying body."

"What a pity..."

"This is originally an excellent divine weapon that has the potential to become enlightened."

While speaking, he took a deep look at Wei Lige.

It's like lamenting the loss of Taoism.

Wei Lige's face was gloomy, and his eyes moved between the two of them.

The one who came was the extremely famous Erjun from Guxian Tower.

Facing majestically, the man named Yuan Tong, who doesn't speak much and looks solemn, is Dong Yue.

Although they were enlightened in recent times, these two people were not good at each other.

Even if he has three flowers gathered together, he can't move away when faced with the siege of the two people. Once he makes a real move, those dead kings who are silent will not be so honest.

But he couldn't figure it out and made everyone stop.

At this moment, he could only hope that the Patriarch had some clever tricks up his sleeve, otherwise the weapon spirit might really perish here.

…

fog.

Heavy fog.

Spreading to the sky.

It's like the clouds are emptied out, and like mercury pouring down on the ground, covering it with a layer of black.

Sparkling in the faint light.

Silent and calm.

The monk sitting cross-legged in the center of the world of reincarnation slowly opened his eyes.

A brilliant divine light burst out.

The divine light suddenly slashed open in front of him like two heavenly swords, and then turned into a big sun to completely sweep away the evil cloud and mist, exposing the being hidden in the evil cloud and mist to the divine light.

laugh!

The hot steam blasted away thousands of threads.

Bada.

The sound of treading water fell.

Extraordinarily crisp.

The iron boots rippled.

The wind and clouds stirred, changed and fell, dyeing the robe black, and the red-haired figure against the background became more and more vivid.

The bluish-white palms swayed slightly, and the mist stirred away to reveal a pair of black and red eyes with stars rising and dying in an immortal cycle.

The man who came here was very handsome, but his face was a bit green.

The dark lips moved slightly, with two rows of teeth inside, like folded fangs.

The wave of evil energy spreads far into the sky, but it seems like the most steadfast servant is following closely behind.

The iron boots fell to the ground.

The black water mirror reflects the tall and straight figure.

The figure held an open thick book in his left hand and stared coldly at the young man sitting cross-legged in the center.
To be continued...