Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The snake-faced monk's breathing became more and more rapid. He suddenly thought of something, so he roared loudly:

"Flying camel rays, bear beasts that are comparable to foundation-building combat power, and so many poisonous bees, and you, a monk who is only in the middle stage of Qi training, are you a disciple of Yushou Mountain?"

Hearing the snake-faced monk's inquiry, Fang Qingyuan didn't even bother to reply to him. He had been fighting for so long, so it was completely meaningless to say this.

From the beginning to the end, Fang Qingyuan was very calm. He didn't say a word and maintained a stable state. This response finally made the other party lose his composure.

Seeing that Fang Qingyuan did not answer, the snake-faced monk said again:

"Fellow Taoist, this is a misunderstanding. We are willing to compensate and ask fellow Taoist to stop."

Fang Qingyuan was indifferent to this. Since he chose to fight, he had to realize that his own life would be on the line. Now that he saw that he had lost the advantage, he began to beg for mercy. If it were him who begged for mercy, would the other party stop?

The snake-faced monk felt that his mind was getting more and more dizzy. He understood that the effectiveness of the meditation spell just now was weakening, and the detoxification pill he had taken was not as effective as expected for some reason.

After the battle just now, the snake-faced monk had very little spiritual power left. Now that he saw that Fang Qingyuan still did not respond to him, the snake-faced monk gritted his teeth and said harshly:

"We have already begged for mercy. Why should fellow Taoists press on each other? You have to know how to forgive others. We are twelve brothers. Now if you kill us, the other brothers will avenge us. You can't escape this death. Sea of ​​sand.”

After Fang Qingyuan heard about the threat of the snake-faced monk, he just regarded it as fart. In terms of backstage, can your brothers be stronger than Yushou Mountain?

At worst, he would have to go thousands of miles around and seek help from the branch of Yushou Mountain here. Fang Qingyuan still didn't believe it. The brother Snake Face said could break through the gate of Yushou Mountain here.

Seeing that Fang Qingyuan remained silent and focused on directing the swarm to attack him, the snake-faced monk roared loudly, and then drove the flying boat towards the chicken-faced monk in the distance.

Before the flying boat arrived, the snake-faced monk shouted:

"Brother Ji, let's go quickly. This person is a disciple of Yushou Mountain. We made a mistake. I'm poisoned and can't leave. You take Feizhou back and ask the boss to help me avenge myself. I'll hold them back."

What? Disciple of Yushou Mountain? Is the old snake going to die from poisoning?

When the chicken-faced monk heard this information, he was instantly shocked. The steps he had been struggling to support suddenly deformed. Just when he was shocked, a pair of huge bear paws took a look and grabbed the chicken-faced monk. With a little force on the monk's head, a stream of red and white stuff rushed out.

"elder brother!"

Seeing the tragic death of the chicken-faced monk, the snake-faced monk burst into tears. The two of them were like brothers. In the past, they used to do robberies and dirty work, and they also liked to stay together. Even when they went to Kuangyao, the two of them had to work in the same room. Now they see each other. His friend died tragically in front of him, and the snake-faced monk's mind was completely crazy under the influence of the dove poison.

"Take your life!"

The snake-faced monk was stunned by the dove poison and rushed straight towards Jinbao. Jinbao threw away the corpse in his hand as if he was throwing away a piece of garbage.

Then Jin Bao did not dodge the snake-faced monk who was driving the spirit boat. His bear face showed solemnity. As the power of the golden spirit in his body gathered, a surging momentum spread out.

This made Jin Bao's height seem to suddenly rise by a section, and his body also expanded horizontally, as if he was full of breath, and the feeling that came through was unparalleled fierceness.

Then Jin Bao suddenly exerted force, and his fists actually made the sound of golden blades chopping into the air. His momentum was like a knife chopping an axe, and he punched the incoming flying boat extremely hard.

Like a sledgehammer hitting the iron felt, there was a bang. The flying boat controlled by the snake-faced monk received the blow firmly and flew backwards. Jinbao shook a pair of bear paws and grinned, it seemed that he was in pain. It's not easy.

The flying boat was smashed to the ground by a huge force. After flickering for a few times, it shrank back to its original appearance and became a mini flying boat model. The snake-faced monk lay limp on the ground with lifeless eyes and muttered to himself. , as if saying something.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan drove Yinbao to a stop in the distance. He was not at all curious about what the snake-faced monk had to say before he died.

Fang Qingyuan took out three golden spear talismans from his storage bag, unfolded them, and shot them at the snake-faced monk's body from a distance.

When the golden spear formed by the power of the golden spirit came to the snake-faced monk, the snake-faced monk turned over and avoided it with vigorous movements.

Fang Qingyuan frowned. This snake-faced monk was indeed cunning. If he had been careless just now and got closer, he would definitely be tricked.

But now the snake-faced monk is at the end of his strength. After the snake-faced monk dodged the golden spear talisman, his eyes were blurred, and everything he saw was full of phantoms.

He stumbled and flew towards a certain place, but his speed was not much faster than ordinary people walking.

Fang Qingyuan felt furious when he saw this. He gave Jinbao a signal, and immediately Jinbao took a few steps to reach the snake-faced monk. He waved his giant palm and smashed it down.

The next moment, a dark blade shadow headed straight for Jin Bao. As soon as this blade shadow appeared, it exuded a strong ominous aura.

After this blow, the snake-faced monk could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground. The spiritual shield on his body flickered a few times, as if it was about to break.

The bees surrounding the snake-faced monk swarmed up when the black knife appeared, instantly breaking the snake-faced monk's protective spirit shield. Hundreds of scorpion-tailed poisonous wasps swooped on the snake-faced monk's body. Crazy injecting poison, the snake-faced monk didn't even last three breaths and died on the spot.

Jinbao was startled when the dark knife shadow struck, but after looking at the knife shadow, he showed a nonchalant expression and stretched out his hand to suddenly grasp the blade.

As soon as the dark blade shadow reached Jin Bao's hand, it twisted a few times and tried to drill into Jin Bao's body as if it were a living thing. However, Jin Bao had a body of diamond. , and became motionless like a dead fish.

But it wasn't over yet, the sounds of ghost cries suddenly sounded, and Fang Qingyuan felt dizzy even though he was far away.

But Jinbao still had that cute expression. For Jinbao, the sound of ghost crying was like a breeze blowing on his face, which had no effect.

Just because of Jin Bao's fourth talent, he was immune to the black knife shadow's move.

[Golden Eyes to Break the Illusion: See through and be immune to all spells that affect the mind below one's level. 】

With this innate magical power, the ghostly cry made by the dark sword shadow was like the cry of a child to Jinbao's ears. It only felt noisy, but did not feel any negative emotions.

After a while, the dark knife shadow finally stopped moving and showed its true appearance in Jin Bao's hand. It was a dark knife with two small wings on the handle. It was lying quietly in Jin Bao's hand.

After all the dust settled, Fang Qingyuan moved over with Yinbao. He asked Jinbao to go up and pull the bodies of the chicken noodles and the snake-faced monks a few times. He felt that they were dead.

But looking at the two bodies, Fang Qingyuan still felt uneasy. What if the other party faked his death and had a backup plan for resurrection?

In the world of cultivation, there are many techniques, some of which are quite mysterious. Even if the head is missing, one can still live. Although Fang Qingyuan has never seen it, he has heard some rumors about it.