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Nange ruthlessly ordered March, the head of Red Maple Valley, who was standing not far away!

The bitter look on Marchi's face made him scream so badly.

Another Jin Dan elder was not in the Red Armory Valley. Even the head of him doesn't know.

These two old things usually rely on their Golden Core monks, the big pillars in the Red Armament Valley, come as they want, leave as they want, and don't take him as the head at all.

If he knew that there was an elder who was not at home, he would definitely hide in the secret room of the mountain gate when facing the invasion of two Jin Dan.

In this way, even if the form is unfavorable, it is easy to escape.

It's like now, the long-sleeved top hat is looking at him with a smile, but the smile on his face is like a tiger looking at a goat. How dare you move?

Marchi didn't dare to move, but from all over the Red Maple Valley hundreds of miles away, rays of light burst into the sky.

The five-element escape technique is used to set up the sword light and ride the sword light.

Elder Nange is the pillar of the Redhammer Valley. He has talked, where is there any reason not to run away?

"Don't move! Stand still! Those who descend will not die!"

The hundreds of cultivators who surrounded the Red Maple Valley were excited, and they had already achieved a crushing victory on their side.

They fleeing towards the scattered light surrounded one after another.

Except for a few escapes, the other escapes were intercepted by these cultivators.

Amidst the series of loud noises, electric lights and sword lights crisscrossed and screams sounded one after another.

Groups of bursting flesh and blood have appeared in the sky.

If the cultivators of Red Maple Valley broke through in a formation, they might not die so quickly, and there would still be a while of resistance.

However, the other party had an extra Golden Core cultivator, staring at him beside him.

If it is formed into a dense formation to break through, and the Golden Core monk notices, with a sword swing, it is really dead for death.

The male disciples burst into a mass of flesh and blood.

However, the female disciples are much luckier.

A female disciple,

Being chased by one or two catching monks. Although the cultivation base of the chasing monks was higher than these female disciples, they were reluctant to make heavy moves.

In the eyes of the chaser, there was a light of greed or licentiousness.

In the realm of cultivation, there are fewer women than male disciples.

These women with cultivation skills, their value. Compared to ordinary human women, it is many times higher.

Once caught, either he was humiliated, or he was sent to the black market and sold to others as a furnace.

The female monks have heard some rumors about these aspects.

The vast majority of the female monks were fighting desperately.

A woman who can set foot on the road of a monk has a high ambition in her heart, which is by no means comparable to ordinary secular women.

Secular women, perhaps for the sake of money and power, can easily succumb to others.

However, women in the monastic world are not.

Once in contact with the power of the more mortal, the heart will rise involuntarily.

The desire to hold fate in his own hands has become stronger and stronger.

How can you be willing to be someone else's plaything?

Besides, even if it becomes someone else's furnace, it is usually the male monk of the other person who gets the benefits.

Most furnace tripods will be discarded once they have no value.

How many people will have a good ending?

Under the lock of the middle-aged scribe with long sleeves and high crown, March didn't dare to move, his face was full of shame.

Although he was afraid of death, seeing his disciples being murdered and arrested before his fullness, no matter how thick-skinned, no matter how cruel the heart is. That is also very sad.

Old Qian stood in the distance, looking at the chaos and killing in front of him with emotion.

What is this called?

How many bags of Mi Maiqin murders?

However, the old money did not mean to be nosy.

In the cultivator world, there are simply too many things like the weak and the strong.

Eight rays of golden light circled and looked at a female monk, and the face of this woman was beautiful.

A golden shell the size of a fan, suspended above the female monk's head, as if directing the eight golden lights to attack in a certain direction.

Eight golden rays of light continuously shot the cyan water blades backwards, and each time they shot, six or seventy water blades swarmed and shot.

And sixty or seventy water blades are mixed with eighteen golden long arrows.

Although this woman's cultivation was not at the peak of the refining stage, the power of this magic weapon can be regarded as a bit of momentum.

However, a short monk with a triangular face, who was chasing after the woman, grinned grimly, and pointed to the strong electricity that gathered from all directions. With the arms open and close, the electric fire has gathered into a huge energy ball in his fingers. Then he stretched his finger and blasted towards the woman one after another.

He yelled: "The four levels of heaven are broken!"

With six or seventy water blades and eighteen golden arrows, Li Xuan was blown to pieces!

The pretty woman's face was pale.

However, the degree of driving the cyan to escape the light is undiminished, continuously urging the eight golden lights surrounding my body,

The sixty or seventy water blades and eighteen golden arrows from the eight golden lights were not powerful enough, but the shooting degree was like a machine gun.

Barely blocked the chase of the triangular-faced monk behind

The monk with a triangular face smiled obscenely: "Beauty. You only have ten levels of cultivation in the Qi training period. How long can you spur this magic weapon?

Brother, I'm not in a hurry, some have time to accompany you! "

I have already succeeded in building a network, and there is a world of difference from a monk in the Qi training period.

Even if the female monk in front of her urged the magic weapon, she entrusted her spiritual power.

But he still has a lot of spiritual power for squandering.

Therefore, it is not advisable to press too tightly at this time to prevent the previous catastrophe. The prey dog ​​jumped over the wall.

This female monk fled to the direction where the old money was.

Therefore, even if the old money is careless, careless.

The eight golden lights surrounding this pretty female monk. It is also in the eyes of the old money.

It turned out to be eight golden shells.

The shape is exactly the same as the fan-sized shell floating above the female monk.

It's just two sizes smaller.

Suddenly, a long-lasting memory suddenly appeared in Old Qian's heart.

For a monk like him of the sixth rank golden core. Every bit in my memory is like a stone carving.

The difference is whether he wants to recall it.

An old monk who was in his fifties and nearly sixty years of age eagerly took out a pale yellow storage bag, "Well, that, brother Milan has a high level of cultivation, I want to be in the trial of alchemy with Senior Brother Milan. join as a partner."

"If Brother Milan doesn't dislike it, my old Meng's family magic weapon, please choose it at will."

"This set of eight golden shells is the deep sea and its hard shells. It was successfully refined after ten days and ten nights by the crafting monks in the late stage of foundation building. This brown golden shell is tough and absorbs the moisture and gold of the sea. Qi. But the water type, the gold type two-tier monster"

Come to think of it, Meng Qinglin, who has been in business for generations and has always been seeking truth?

This set of magic weapons used by this woman seems to be exactly the same as the set of eight golden shells that Lao Meng took out.

Could it be that this woman has nothing to do with Lao Meng?

Old Meng once said that if the foundation is not built, his life span will be only sixty years left?

Did his old cow eat tender grass and found such a beautiful sister?

wrong?

With Lao Meng’s age and cultivation level, even if he wanted to eat tender grass, he couldn’t find the tender grass in the spiritual world.

The triangular-faced monk chased closer and closer, and the lightning ball blasted away.

The pretty girl gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand!

A golden shell flew out, drew a weird arc in the air, and it was cut into the eyes of the monk with a triangular face.

"It's spicy enough, haha."

With a lewd smile on his triangular face, he reached out his hand, and the lightning ball had collided with the golden shell.

"boom!"

The golden shell suddenly exploded!

In the appearance of a 20-meter-diameter water mist sphere, golden fragments splashed around like countless golden flying knives!

"Peng Peng, Peng!"

The monk with a triangular face was first tumbling in the air by a 20-meter-diameter water mist ball. Immediately afterwards, a dozen golden fragments were hit continuously on his body.

Although his electric light surrounds his body, a few golden fragments are still deeply inserted into his body, and blood is flowing straight out.

Just such a delay, the beautiful eyebrows with the willow eyebrows and melon face stretched a distance.

"Bitch!"

The triangular face monk is furious!

What he cultivates is the electric technique, no matter how fast this crush can escape, how can it be compared with him?

Escape for a while!

The lightning flashed, and instantly flew behind this crush.

The soul of this pretty beauty has already emerged, desperately trying to explode the remaining eight golden shells!

At this moment, there was a cyan light. So soft, like a spring breeze, seemingly slow and gentle, but in fact extremely fast, facing the short monk with a triangular face, it just blows.

The expression of horror ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just appeared on the face of the triangle, and it was so frozen.

The momentum of the rush has not diminished, but patches of dust, like the kind of wood that has completely decayed after thousands of years, lifted up from the body of this small triangular face.

In the unbelievable eyes of the desperate crush, just now she was flaunting her might, like a tiger like a wolf

hand.

In an instant, he was turned into a day's dust by the strong wind that he advanced high.

The real dust, along with magic weapons and vestments, didn't even leave a scum.

Meimei turned her head, and a monk with a crown-like face stood in front of her faintly.

Could it be that the prince in the story came to save himself?

Time, Meimei only feels her heartbeat increases.

"Who is Meng Qinglin from you?"

The monk whose face was like a crown jade asked lightly.

The two catchers howled, rushed towards them, and brought a hundred-meter-long fire dragon and a hundred-meter-long water dragon in the air.

The Jinxiao Shuanglong Club is about to come and wring this sudden monk into pieces!

The monk with a crown-like face stretched out his hand again.

The beautiful eyebrows on Guazi's face were so close to the monk, that he just didn't see the tricks of the monk's fingers.

However, the fire dragon and water dragon are alive and well. The net rushed halfway and disappeared immediately.

It appeared that the two catchers were coming out soon, and they were already convulsing in the air. They could no longer control the escape light under them, and they just planted one end toward the ground.