The surrounding black cloud-like material squeezed inward. Ye Ting did not shrink the warship this time, but instead swelled the warship open to fight against the pressure in this space channel.●⌒,

Although Bai He and Mu Jiuge were awake, their soul perception was reduced too much, and they felt a little confused. Moreover, their sense of time was wrong. More than half an hour was only less than a minute for them.

Only by frequently traveling through space can a monk in the virtual realm adapt slowly.

The truly sober person is Ye Ting and his external incarnation. Ye Ting and his senior brother communicated with his spiritual sense and found that his senior brother could only barely protect himself, and Bai He could not help either.

Ye Ting said to Ye Qinglian: "You control the battleship carefully, I have to go out and take a look."

Ye Qinglian opposed it. Ye Ting knew that this was her differentiation of consciousness and was confronting her body, because Ye Qinglian also had her judgment ability.

"Don't worry, I have the Dragon City chariot here, even if I run into the void, I can go back to meet the stars." After Ye Ting said that, he jumped out of the warship. The rolling black cloud-like material did not accept it, but instead squeezed him violently.

Ye Ting stroked his finger, and a sword light teared a crack open to the black cloud. Ye Ting drilled in and released a magic refining mirror pupil, illuminating all directions.

It turned out to be alive? Ye Ting's magic refining mirror pupil quickly analyzed the black cloud-like material properties, just like the shell of a turtle, which looked like a dead object, but in fact only the body of a living creature can grow out.

But like the turtle shell, this thing doesn't feel painful. Even if you crush all the black clouds, you won't be able to hurt that thing.

It is really a strange species, but I don’t know what it is for. If I don’t attack Ye Ting, Ye Ting will not come to cause trouble for it. And the monks have never heard of such a thing happening through the space channel.

This kind of creature should have been mutated and unique, and it is impossible to reproduce. Otherwise, the monks would have encountered countless similar situations long ago.

It is difficult to find the body of this creature. Ye Ting's spiritual consciousness released in this black cloud too short, only a few dozen miles away. Moreover, his perception is affected and cannot be searched carefully.

There were nine figures separated from Ye Ting's body. These were not the nine bodies of the demons, but were formed by magic. The nine figures each held a magic mirror pupil and spread a net in the black clouds to search.

The devil-refining mirror's pupils emit a faint and clear light. They intertwined each other. In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Ting discovered the target. It was an eyeball-like creature. Looking closely, the huge eyeball occupied 99% of the body's volume, and his body was only a piece the size of a little finger, falling behind the eyeball.

The nine figures surrounded the creature and locked the creature in an instant. Ye Ting was still hesitating whether to capture or kill it. The tiny body with a bow and bounce, and the nine figures were locked away from the lock.

The wooden hairpin on Ye Ting's head flashed with a green light, and the Kunlun Divine Sword automatically protected his body, and a sword was coming behind him. The creature didn't know how to come to Ye Ting's head and was about to attack, but was killed by the Kunlun Divine Sword with one sword. His body was shattered into dust. Ye Ting turned his hand and grabbed only a dark iron ball.

Ye Ting was speechless and checked the iron ball. The core was wrapped in a vibrant demon pill. It was this thing that turned into a spirit and created the rich black clouds around it.

The demon pill is still alive, but unfortunately after the body was destroyed, all unique attributes were destroyed. The black cloud could no longer be produced by the demon pill. After the Kunlun Divine Sword was gone, Ye Ting was already trying to control it, leaving only one demon pill and a dark shell in the end.

Ye Ting released the Taixu Divine Mirror and absorbed the black clouds in crazily. It took more than an hour to completely clean up the black clouds. Ye Ting caught up with the Fenglei Battleship, and in just ten breaths, the battleship jumped into the predetermined coordinate space.

There is no danger? Ye Ting was surprised that in his perception, the obstruction of this black cloud should have had bad consequences.

"Junior brother, go there!" Mu Jiuge pointed to the distance, and thousands of miles away, a golden Zen temple was rising from the ground and flying into the sky.

Ye Ting's spiritual sense instantly swept around the Zen temple and was bounced back with a tough look.

"Damn it, was robbed?" Ye Ting urged the Fenglei Battleship and accelerated to chase after him. Bai He complained: "This speed is much faster than usual."

"Hmph, if you can't get the lamp oil, you won't have the wick." Mu Jiuge was not polite at all.

"Then why not hurry up!" Bai He laughed loudly, waved his sleeves, and the wind blew up. Sure enough, the wind and thunder warship accelerated by 20% again.

The speed of 20% is nothing, no matter how fast it is, it is temporary. However, what Ye Ting was surprised was that his spell could affect his warship, which was the power to bless the core of the entire warship formation.

Moreover, Bai He already knew some of the secrets of the warship. With the help of this strong wind, Ye Ting's warship accelerated again, just like taking off from the stars and using the power of the stars to accelerate.

"Where is there no virtual realm that Ye Ting is concerned about?" The biggest problem that Ye Ting is concerned about is not this, but that there is clearly a power equivalent to the virtual realm in the golden Zen temple.

"That's an Arhat, not an Immortal Realm." Bai He was so energetic that he was really bored without an opponent in the Immortal Realm.

His main task is to clean up the cultivators of the Void Realm outside Jiuzhou. As long as he is not a disciple of Jiuzhou, he can take action against him. Those who refuse to surrender to Qingcheng will end up being the same.

Ye Ting also felt that Bai He's attitude was quite boring. Don't the Arhat and the Void Realm mean the same thing?

After all, the speed of the Zen temple was not as fast as the wind and thunder warship. Moreover, only Bai He, who was on Ye Ting, released the breath of the virtual realm, Mu Jiuge hid very well. At least under the armor given to him by Ye Ting, it was thousands of miles away, and the Arhat on the opposite side could not find the existence of another virtual realm cultivator.

The golden Zen Temple hesitated for a moment, turned around and faced the Fenglei Battleship. The Zen Temple itself was more than one mile wide, and the Fenglei Battleship was less than ten feet wide. It was considered a giant among the flying warships, but compared with the Zen Temple, it was like something that broke into pieces when it hit.

"It's so domineering!" Bai He stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the golden Zen temple gradually approaching.

There are five towers behind the Zen temple, with a large gate open in front of it. In the huge courtyard, hundreds of Buddhist monk soldiers stood. The monk soldiers are the backbone of Buddhism, not the kind of alien war soldiers.

These monk soldiers, like the Taoist soldiers of the Taoist soldiers, can provide power to the strong. A monk stood at the gate, leaning against the war soldiers behind him, perfectly concentrating the breath inside his body.

He held a long stick of mixed gold, hung a string of dark purple Buddhist beads on his left hand, wore a seven-treasure robes, and a golden lotus platform under his feet.

Seeing the warship approaching, he had a little longer stick, and a golden wind emerged around him, sweeping towards the warship.

Ye Ting saw the change of color. The power contained in the golden wind was so powerful that even a mountain would be broken. The attack range was more than ten miles long, and it was the same as his original Qinglian Angry Sea. Once a weakness was found somewhere on the target, the rest of the attacks immediately became empty and gathered on the weakness.

Ye Ting didn't care about the battle, but placed the Xuan Turtle's breathing method on his senior brother. Mu Jiuge smiled slightly, and the breath of the Void Realm was more perfect.

The other party is not just a virtual realm. Although the arhat at the gate of the Zen temple is a bit weak, Bai He can't do anything to the other party for a while. The strong Buddhists are so troublesome, with super strong defenses and three or five lives.

Bai He opened his five fingers and quickly jumped up five little ghosts on his fingertips, and rushed towards the front. The five little ghosts stirred up their vitality and formed a vortex instantly. The speed of the vortex expansion made Ye Ting a little dizzy, and in a blink of an eye it expanded to the same width as the golden wind.

I heard a whistle, as if the ancient giant beast had swallowed the prey. The golden wind was swept by a whirlpool and disappeared.

Bai He smiled and said, "We won't know what to do in three or five years. Come on, we will fight you and I!"

"That's the intention." The monk moved the lotus platform under his feet and came to the front of the warship, and smashed the long stick of gold toward the warship.

This warship is equivalent to a Taoist weapon, it can be said to be effective. If the local strength is not blessed by the formation, the stick will be smashed into pieces.

If the monk uses the law of the Arhat, half of the warships will be killed.

Ye Ting's reaction was timely enough. In front of the battleship, layers of wind and thunder condensed in an instant. The long stick of the mud gold seemed to hit the cotton and slid to the side. The power was weakened to less than one percent. When the monk returned and beat him again, the mud gold stick was bounced away by the battleship.

"It's really good." Bai He jumped down with a smile, slashing a giant sword in his hand.

The monk didn't resist the long stick of gold and swept across dozens of feet.

"Your senior brother is too much. My warship is very expensive." Ye Ting complained to Tang Ji. If the warship is blown up by a stick, he will lose himself.

"The senior brother is to show the defense ability of the warship so that the other party no longer tries to attack the warship." Tang Ji explained to Ye Ting, how could Ye Ting use him to explain it? Of course he knew Bai He was meant to do so. The problem was that Bai He did not explain it to him.

In the Golden Zen Temple, hundreds of monks can still give this monk a blessing. Ye Ting is not easy to interfere, so he can only watch the two monks flying around in the air, with one sword and one stick, and it is difficult to separate.

Bai He was not doing his best and was still familiar with the battle between the virtual realm. The distance between the two sides was too close, and the attack within a range of a hundred feet was incredibly fast. Ye Ting's warship slowly retreated, not wanting to tighten his nerves at any time.

"If you continue like this, it will not work for three to five years!" Nagarjuna said to Ye Ting, what are we doing?

The monk was a little weaker, but he was blessed by hundreds of monk soldiers, and Bai He was a little stronger, but his weapons and equipment were much worse than the opponent's long stick. He attacked each other thousands of times, and after the weapons collided three times, Bai He stopped doing this.
Chapter completed!