Ye Ting's voice was ethereal, and the distance should not be too far, but the white-robed monk could not find anyone who attacked him.

Ye Ting said again: "Sneak attack, you are not as good as me, cursing people, I am not as good as you. Master, I only ask one thing, are you still leaving?"

The white-robed monk said coldly: "If I can't leave, I don't know how many people will be buried here for me."

"I heard that arhats are divided into four types: perception, growth, golden body, and great success. You are also a golden body arhat. We all know that if you want to keep you, you must pay a price. Just so happens, my people are willing to pay a price."

The monk who was sieging the white-robed monk swept over his spiritual sense and besieged him was indeed not afraid at all.

Among all the worlds, there is more than just Jiuzhou that there are sayings that the people who come to the door and the door are at the door. The monk immediately understood that even if the enemies they face were not, they were still affiliated sects.

No matter how large the territory occupied by ordinary sects or the number of strong people, they cannot have such cohesion.

Ye Ting and he talked about the cannon, and when he felt that the Langxi had retreated far away, he launched a second wave of attacks. The monk on the Golden Lotus had no attention and locked him up without a lotus platform. The other monks in the virtual realm all came to gather the fire and white-robed monks.

If the monk in the white-robed robe could escape, it would be difficult for him to stop him in any virtual realm. But in this special place, there is a wormhole behind him, and the rules of the world are different. When the monk in the white-robed robe was touched by the wolf stream, it was a secret technique in the Demon Sect, which specifically freezes the true essence.

If he just freezes the true energy, he can still use the power of Buddha to dispel it. Langxi's later punch caused a little damage to his soul, making the white-robed monk unable to use his own power accurately.

The two related attacks were made up by Ye Ting, and several karma on him were cut off. With his realm, he could recover within half a day. But Ye Ting would not give him half a day of recovery time.

The monk in white robe found that he could not use the coordinates of his world to escape, so he really had the determination to die.

"Senior brother, go back. I can't leave this time." The white-robed monk said calmly to the nine-foot golden body.

The nine-foot-foot-gold Arhat was furious and beaten the demon-subduing pestle in his hand. The five lotus platforms rolled in the sky, but they didn't disperse. The shadows formed by the lotus petals wrapped their lotus platforms layer by layer, as if the lotus petals of the two lotus platforms were about to merge together.

The white-robed monk slashed his left hand towards his shoulder, forcibly cutting off his arm, and the burning iron rod fell to the wormhole. Suddenly, a ghost dragon rushed out without warning. He swallowed the Arhat's iron rod and arm in one bite.

The ghost dragon swallowed the burning iron rod and started burning itself, and purple ghost fire ejected from the scales.

The white-robed monk lost his arm and did not expect his iron rod to be sent back to the world. A golden talisman flew out from his left hand. After half a circle, it turned into a small silver hammer, and the shining lightning on the hammer head ran around.

"Go!" The white-robed monk shouted, and the silver hammer disappeared in his palm. The next moment, he had already arrived in front of a cultivator in the virtual realm and smashed it down with a hammer on his forehead.

The cultivator of the Void Realm turned his body. A red light flashed across his body, and with a puff sound, his right shoulder had been smashed to pieces. The cultivator screamed and fell off the lotus platform. If it weren't for the Dragon Controlling God Armor, he would probably have ended up burning all inside.

After Ye Ting's hand, he did not dare to let the other party lock his position. Now the white-robed monk threw his cultivation into this silver hammer. Ye Ting then burst into the ground with a light of escape and came to Langxi.

Langxi looked like a scar was broken in the fairy armor. The real injury was caused by forcibly attacking the opponent's soul. He was not Ye Ting. Ye Ting was the reincarnation of the God of Ye, and his memories were all returned. The soul also grew stronger, and he was not afraid of head-on confronting cultivators in the Void Realm.

For Ye Ting, any battle is only damaged by his body, and his soul is difficult to be damaged by others.

But Langxi is not good. His soul is only nourished by the green lotus under the Northern Wilderness Continent, and cannot reach Ye Ting's level. The green lotus in the Demon Realm in Ye Ting's Sea of ​​Knowledge is the genuine one, while the green lotus under the Northern Wilderness has grown from generation to generation. Langxi is just a qualified disciple qualification, and he is fighting against the golden arhat?

If you don’t die, you just rely on your equipment to be good enough.

"You did a good job, but it was too risky. You can still touch a disaster in the Void Realm. If there weren't many Void Realm monks here, you would definitely die." Ye Ting first taught Wolf Creek a lesson. Seeing that Wolf Creek had no reaction, he had to say, "Even if you owe me anything, you don't have to work hard like this. You can only pay off your debt if you survive."

"I don't owe you, you are my brother." Langxi said coldly.

"Then it's even more hateful for you. I didn't let you out before, because I'm afraid you will lose you if you do whatever you want."

"Didn't I survive?" Langxi suddenly laughed and said to Ye Ting: "I'm a little anxious, but this time I hurt the soul of a golden arhat. I benefited a lot myself, and finally I have some confidence in the advancement to the virtual realm."

Ye Ting originally wanted to say something, but when he remembered that he was the same. He seemed to be desperately suppressing his realm, hoping to accumulate more deeply, but many times, he was taking risks very radically.

Others think they are safe, but they only know how many dangerous things they have done.

"You go back this time, you go into seclusion." Ye Ting no longer persuaded him that he could not decide what path Langxi wanted to take. All he could do was provide the best resources for Langxi.

The white-robed monk who was cut off from his way out was destined to die in the world of Star Nest. The resources from the four families in Jiuzhou arrived here, surrounding the wormholes and starting to build a city. This city is circular, surrounding the wormholes in the middle. Three fairy mountains face the wormholes at different angles, and various magic towers stand up to block all the ways.

In the wormhole, Buddhist monks rushed out and faced the towering city walls and floating mountains. Only the monks in the Void Realm could break through deeply. Even in the infant realm, they would not dare to fly over the city walls.

Ye Ting and others gathered together and all came to this circular city. There were endless enemies appearing in the center of the wormhole, and Ye Ting and others were worried.

This happened to Baji once, because Baji has accumulated too many cultivators over the years and is overwhelmed. The other side of this wormhole is not afraid of sacrifice, but also sent people to come. Maybe the same reason is the same.

Apart from the monks in the Arhat realm and among the Buddhist monks who entered the Star Nest world, there are not many good things in the Tibetan Academy realm, just one or two pieces, which are equivalent to Buddhist equipment for magical instruments.

These cannon fodders have a good combat power. One eight Buddhist soldier can kill the Jindan monk. The war has only been going on for more than a month, and tens of thousands of monks have been lost in Jiuzhou.

When the monk in white robe was killed, two virtual realms had already fallen to death, killing the arhat with a nine-foot golden body, and another virtual realm cultivator died. This was still under the siege. If this continues, for the monks of the eight hundred continents, this is a bottomless pit.

Ye Ting's role is invaluable because he can still defend the defense line.

A large number of equipment was popularized, and its versatility was good, which was an irreplaceable force. Ye Ting summoned everyone to discuss the war issue of this wormhole. His equipment could be supported, and the amount provided by the earth fire furnace was huge enough.

But when the monk dies, it is difficult to train another one.

A monk who has formed a pill can often be cultivated for two or three hundred years. If he has formed a pill in a few decades, he is all the core monks in the sect. If he wants a baby realm, a genius will be able to reach a hundred years. It usually takes four or five hundred years. Some people are not lucky and are stuck in the realm of the great perfection of the pill when their life is over at the end of their 800th life.

Such precious monks from Jiedan and Infant Realm fell many times during the war.

When there is no war, everyone complains that there are too many people and wastes resources. After fighting, they are afraid that there will be insufficient wars. Because wars are becoming more and more frequent, many sects have lowered the standards for recruiting monks.

This is not a good thing for the sect.

The meeting started on the troubled Penglai Immortal Boat. Ye Ting, as the initiator, was the first to speak: "Everyone, I made a simple calculation. If the world opposite the wormhole is equivalent to the scale of ten continents of Jiuzhou, then we want to win this war. According to the current fighting style, about one million monks will fall."

Everyone was silent and waiting for Ye Ting to continue. Ye Ting's algorithm was not very different. There were a lot of monks falling down at the moment. That was because the surrounding formations had not been built yet. After the construction was completed, the enemy also adapted to this kind of battle across the world. The monks in Jiuzhou still had the advantage, and the proportion of death would be reduced a lot.

"This is just the ideal state. At the beginning of the opposite side, there were more Arhats. After a few failures, Arhats refused to take action. They just used low-level monks to fight us for attrition. My idea was to turn this place into a permanent battlefield to train our monks."

"It sounds good, but how to solve the problem of loss of monks?" Gou Hu asked, Penglai has lost three virtual cultivators until now. Although he has also killed several arhats, he has compensated for his interests, but the losses of virtual cultivators themselves are not purely a matter of interest.

"I have a few drawings, which the ancestor gave me." Ye Ting pretended to be the master of Jinao Island.

“What kind of drawing is it?”

"Haotian Divine Mirror, Taixuan Soldier Art, Five Elements God Seal, Daluo Beacon Smoke Flag." Ye Ting said.

Everyone fell into silence again, thinking that Kunlun was destroyed and many things were missing. Unexpectedly, they were obtained by Jinao Island. Penglai Immortal King was the first to take action, but they did not find these things.

"Kunlun..." Ye Ting paused and continued: "If you want to unify Jiuzhou, in addition to building the Fengshentai, you have also prepared a lot of equipment and tactics to deal with the full war. These things can be taken out today and used for monks from another world. Do you have any objection?"
Chapter completed!