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Chapter 2368 Zhentian Gong

The human race dispatched more than 30 monks, the foreign race had more than 40, and there were more than [-] more. However, the human race had puppet beasts and spirit beasts, and the foreign race did not dare to use the spirit beasts, otherwise it would become the help of the human race.

Wang Qingshan's opponent was a green-skinned young woman in a green skirt. The young woman in the green skirt had a graceful figure, and there were some blue spirit lines on her face. She was clearly a spirit clan.

The aura of the young woman in the green skirt is stronger than that of Wang Qingshan, and she is obviously a mid-stage cultivator.

Above the head of the young woman in the green skirt was a huge phantom tree figure, which condensed her head and arms, and her aura kept flickering.

With a movement of the treant phantom's arms, the weeds on the ground grew wildly, and the weeds wove into big blue hands, slapping Wang Qingshan.

Countless cyan vines broke through the ground, and with a slight swing, countless golden thorns flew out, hitting Wang Qingshan like steel needles.

The spirit clan is divided into five elements, and different spirit clans have very different magical powers. The water spirit clan is the rarest, and they are proficient in concealment techniques, so it is difficult to guard against.

Wang Qingshan swung the Qinglian Sword, releasing countless cyan sword energy, blocking the attacking golden thorns and large cyan hands.

As soon as he urged his sword tactics, nine blue glass swords flew out of the sword box, and after one blurred, it turned into tens of thousands of identical blue flying swords, and they charged towards the young woman in the green skirt.

The young woman in the green skirt held out a gleaming blue jade ruler, waved it lightly, and countless blue ruler shadows swept out to meet her.

After the loud rumbling noise, a large number of cyan flying swords were smashed to pieces, turning into dots of blue light and disappearing.

A big green hand emerged out of thin air, and slapped the young woman's Tianling Gai in the green skirt.

With a move of the treant's phantom's arms, it defeated the big blue hands.

Dense blue silk threads shot out, and the phantom tree man opened his mouth and sprayed out a blue light, protecting the young woman in the green skirt. The blue silk thread hit the blue light, and there was a muffled sound.

A blue sky-lifting giant sword descended from the sky and slashed on the blue light, which instantly shattered.

Countless blue thorns grew from the hands of the young woman in the green skirt, which wrapped around the giant sword, preventing it from falling.

After a piercing sound of the sword sounded, the Qingtian giant sword released countless blue sword energy, and slashed at the young woman in the green skirt.

Countless cyan runes lit up on the body of the young woman in the green skirt, and countless cyan vines protruded from her body, weaving into a thick cyan armor to protect her whole body.

The dense cyan sword energy chopped on the cyan armor, the cyan armor was torn apart, and the young woman in the cyan skirt was covered with scars and bleeding continuously.

The phantom tree man opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of blue light, which landed on the wound of the young woman in the green skirt. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared.

The young woman in the green skirt heals instantly, which is a major characteristic of the wood spirit clan's dharma. As long as it is not fatally injured, it can be healed quickly, but the loss of vitality is relatively large.

The face of the young woman in the green skirt was slightly pale, obviously losing a lot of vitality.

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised, he had heard that the Wood Spirit Clan has a relatively strong recovery ability, and seeing them today, they really deserved their reputation.

Hundreds of blue water spears shot from a distance and arrived in front of Wang Qingshan in an instant. Wang Qingshan swung the Qinglian sword, releasing a burst of blue sword energy to smash the attacking blue water spears. The blue water spears Turned into countless blue water vapor.

The blue water vapor suddenly condensed and turned into a giant blue fist, hitting Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan frowned, sacrificed the Qinglian Sword, and entered a spell. The Qinglian Sword turned into a blue lotus flower with a size of more than a hundred feet, floating above his head. , crushing the giant blue fist.

A cloud of blue water vapor emerged from the young woman in the green skirt, turning into a burly man in the blue shirt. The man in the blue shirt had blue eyeballs, and there were some blue spirit patterns on his arms and face. The young woman is almost the same, his eyes are full of concern.

The Water Spirit Tribe in the Void Refinement Stage, it seems that the two are a couple.

"I'll help you, Fellow Daoist Wang."

Lan Fukong flew over with a serious expression on his face.

"And I."

Wang Dafei flew towards him with a fighting spirit on his face.

Wang Qingshan nodded, and with a pinch of the sword formula, the nine blue-glazed swords suddenly glowed brightly, releasing countless streaks of blue-colored sword energy, heading towards the young woman in the green skirt and the man in the blue shirt.

With a move of Wang Dafei's arms, dense fist shadows flew out, and went straight to the opposite side.

Lan Fukong sacrificed a cyan gourd that was shining with spiritual light, releasing a burst of cyan flame.

The blue gourd is just a spiritual treasure, and the Lan family is just a small family, far inferior to those big families. Lan Fukong only has two Tongtian Lingbao, one for attack and one for defense. reason.

His dharma is not condensed, only two low-grade Tongtian Spirit Treasures, he is no match for a stronger Void Refining cultivator, he might as well join hands with Wang Qingshan and assist him, even if he can't kill the enemy, he won't die.

A powerful cultivator of refining the void seldom joins forces with others and kills the enemy alone. Such people are often besieged by many powerful enemies, such as the Five Spirits True Monarch.

Lan Fukong has self-knowledge, and it is not shameful to join forces with others to fight against the enemy.

On the other side, the fit monk also made a move.

Liu Yilong commanded the human coalition army to kill the enemy, Gu Xin stayed behind to command the alien coalition army, and the other fit monks fought tens of thousands of miles away to avoid affecting low-level monks.

Li Yan waved a shining blue fan, releasing thousands of huge blue fireballs, smashing towards the opposite side with astonishing heat waves.

Yan Ji and the others were not afraid at all, and rushed to meet the enemy one after another.

Huge dharma forms appeared in the sky one by one. The form of the body monks was not only more condensed than that of the Void Refining Stage, but also larger in size. The scope of the fighting skills was wider, and the low-level monks dared not approach at all.

Nearly a million monks were fighting in a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, all kinds of magic lights lit up in the sky, shouts of killing continued, and waves of air billowed. From time to time, immortal cultivators fell and foreigners were killed.

Huang Yilong from the Shenbing Sect sacrificed a golden gong that shone brightly, with runes flashing on its surface, emitting terrifying aura fluctuations.

Zhentian Gong, one of the treasures of the Shenbingmen's town gate, the top-grade Tongtian Lingbao.

He entered a formula, a gong resounded through the world, and a golden sound wave swept out. Wherever it passed, the void was torn apart, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the ground exploded and turned into oblivion. pink.

When Yan Ji and other hybrids heard this sound, their faces showed pain, and they felt that their internal organs were about to be torn apart, their qi and blood were surging, and their hands and feet were weak.

Li Yan and the others had a light silver aura on their chests, and they looked slightly uncomfortable, but the effect was not great.

A huge red palm of fire hit him head-on, and Hu Xiao had no way to avoid it. He was hit by the red palm of fire, and the billowing flames engulfed Hu Xiao's figure.

A huge and incomparably red seal smashed over, and after being submerged in the sea of ​​flames, there was a muffled sound, and a powerful wave of air swept out, and the flames were suddenly extinguished.

Hu Xiao's body was covered with a dazzling aura, and there was a phantom of an orc above his head. Hu Xiao and the phantom of the orc clenched their hands into fists, blocking the giant red seal.

(End of this chapter)