The ultimate strong men from more than 300 empty sects took all their treasures into their Ruyi bag.
They were all so excited that their eyes shone brightly.
There are so many treasures they have never seen.
If you bring these treasures back, the Hunmen will definitely achieve unprecedented prosperity.
Moreover, if they bring these treasures back, they are qualified to choose three of them and stay first.
There are countless eighth-grade weapons, eighth-grade or even ninth-grade spiritual medicines, formation stone plates, skill stones, etc. here.
As for the Barbarian Dragon Stone, there are also more.
They can use these treasures to improve their cultivation and strength.
At the same time, their status within the sect will also increase.
In their excitement, a disciple looked at Picasso and joked:
"Actually, our biggest gain this time is this kid. Without him, none of us would have been able to come in."
"Yes, this kid was sent by Wen Zilong's deformity."
"That deformity? I don't know where he died now. I mean, he may really die."
"I haven't seen him again in the past few days. When tomorrow comes, the ancient land of the Moon God will be closed. At that time, even if he doesn't die, he will have to die inside."
Picasso's face was pale at this time, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He already knew how great the grudge between Wen Zilong and Kongmen was.
And I had received favor from Wen Zilong before.
In this way, the empty gate will definitely not make you feel better.
After they returned, they didn't know how to torture themselves.
At the same time, he was also worried about Wen Zilong.
Although he, a barbarian dragon, was a little scared, his heart was still quite kind.
He had received the favor of Wen Zilong, so of course he didn't want Wen Zilong to die like this.
Half an hour later, the barbarian dragons from the empty sect had enough rest.
"Let's go, go back."
"Time is tight, wait until you go back, and then have a good rest."
A barbarian dragon directly snatched Picasso's Nine-Eyed Bright Butterfly and said, "You coward, are you worthy to ride this? Get out of here."
As he said that, he threw the nine-eyed colorful butterfly into several barbarian dragon stones.
However, the Nine-Eyed Colorful Butterfly was controlled by the voice of Wen Zilong's leader.
Wen Zilong gave it the order to follow Picasso.
So at this time it ignored the few barbarian dragon stones.
When the disciple of the Hunter Sect saw it, his heart suddenly became angry.
"This butterfly is looking for death!"
As he said that, energy condensed from his right hand and he was about to bombard the Nine-eyed colorful butterfly directly.
The nine-eyed colorful butterfly is just a ninth-level ferocious beast, equivalent to a seventh-level supreme powerhouse.
And this disciple of the Kong Sect is an eighth-level ultimate strongman.
He thrust at the energy of the Nine-Eyed Colorful Butterfly, which could not resist at all.
boom--
The poor colorful butterfly was directly knocked into the ground.
Picasso immediately shouted in horror: "Fluteshy——"
The disciple of the Hunter smiled and cursed: "Your little girl, you little sister!"
Then he used the sword in his hand to twirl the tentacles of the Nine-eyed Butterfly and cursed: "Beast, are you still obedient?"
The nine-eyed colorful butterfly raised its head, and a light of hatred shot out from its eyes.
The disciple of the Hunter smiled and said, "Oh, you're very tough. Picasso, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly, your ferocious beast is very tough."
Then, the energy in his hand condensed again.
"I want to see how tough you are!"
Then, he planned to continue to rush down at the Nine-eyed Colorful Butterfly.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Turn around quickly.
Not far behind him, a fire spear about five meters long, which seemed to condense like magma, flew straight towards him.
He took advantage of the situation to blast the energy in his hand towards the fire spear.
However, his energy was easily penetrated by the fire spear like cotton in front of the fire spear.
The next moment, after the fire spear penetrated his energy, it instantly flew into his mouth and flew out of the back of his head.
He actually nailed him to the ground.
His seven life-saving trump cards were killed instantly without even activate.
Moreover, the flames on the fire spear burned him out in just three seconds, leaving no trace of ashes.
At this moment, the more than 300 barbarian dragons on the scene stood there on the spot.
They turned their heads in disbelief and looked in the direction where the fire spear was shooting.
I saw a deformed barbarian dragon slowly floating in the air in that direction.
The wingspan reaches more than 40 meters.
The black scales on the body shine in the sunshine with a breathtaking luster.
"This...this is Wen Zilong!"
A disciple of the Imperial Sect suddenly cried out.
"Hurry up, throw all the formation stone plates out of me, activate, activate the formation stone plate!"
After being shocked, the Great Elder quickly reacted and roared out loud.
He knew that even if they had a numerical advantage here, they were not Wen Zilong's opponents.
The only way is to activate all the formation stone plates they just obtained.
Only by relying on these formations can Wen Zilong be blocked.
Even if you can't completely block him, just give them some time and let them set up a space to kill the enemy.
Then this time, they can destroy Wen Zilong.
So, there were three hundred barbarian dragons, each of which threw out more than ten formation stone plates directly.
The next moment, more than three thousand formation stone plates were activated.
Within a radius of 100 meters, array maps of all sizes were immediately covered with.
Each array diagram emits light of various colors.
The elder then felt a little relieved and said:
"Hurry up the formation!"
So, these three hundred disciples of the hollow sect quickly arranged the space killing formation.
When Picasso saw Wen Zilong, he was surprised and said, "Mr. Ding, you are still alive!"
Wen Zilong smiled and said, "You are not dead, how could I die?"
Picasso nodded.
This sentence is fine.
Lord Ding is much stronger than himself. He hasn't died even if he is so useless. How could he die?
Then, Wen Zilong looked at the array diagrams in front of him and smiled contemptuously.
Above the right claw, purple lightning condensed.
The next moment, the mental power moved.
The purple lightning flew forward in an instant.
At the same time, he also flew forward with the purple lightning.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom-
Those array diagrams are like a wall.
And the purple lightning was like a rampage tank, breaking through the formation diagrams.
The disciples in the center of the formation map are busy setting up formations.
But I heard a burst of roar.
When I looked up, my face changed drastically, like a bowel movement.
"I'll go!"
"How is that possible!"
"Depend on!"
The sound of their screams showed how shocked they were at this time.
With more than three thousand formation maps, this guy actually rushed in like a tank.
The elder's face changed drastically.
He had no time to arrange the array map and directly teleported a thousand meters away.
Chapter completed!