Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Why is he so tough!

The same question arose in the minds of both of them.

Han Yu's toughness was beyond their expectations, or rather, it was beyond the expectations of his enemies every time.

They thought that they could kill Han Yu after he showed his head, but the red smoke covered him, and besides constantly corroding his clothes, it could not hurt his body at all.

Yan Kong felt even more outrageous. Although the rosy skull was transformed by the true essence, it was at least the signature poison skill of the Buried Flower Valley.

The black air would melt the flesh and blood of ordinary people in an instant, and the cultivators below the level of peeping would lose half their lives at the lightest. Even if it was a strong man in the same realm, it would be easy to damage his body at least. Not to mention serious injuries, it could still lose some flesh.

But now, the black air condensed and did not disperse around his body, but it could not penetrate into his skin.

"What the hell is this body?"

Yan Kong couldn't help but curse, Yan Bing looked stern, looked up and down, and gritted his teeth.

"Sword!"

The belt full of gaps flew out in an instant, and it grew to seven feet long in the wind... The broken sword swayed in the air and chopped down at Han Yu's head.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Several golden sounds rang out, and Han Yu was not hurt at all, but the gap on the sword became bigger.

Yan Bing changed his position in disbelief, and stabbed Han Yu's temple with the broken sword.

Snap!

The broken sword seemed to have endured everything it shouldn't have endured, and it tore cracks at every gap, and finally broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Yan Bing looked at the pieces of cloth that had been restored to the shape of a belt, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yan Kong suddenly stretched out his hand to Han Yu, and then urged the technique.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Bing frowned and couldn't help but speak.

Yan Kong answered while maintaining the technique.

"I'll try Hua Heshang's method and see if I can use the cauldron and furnace dual cultivation method to refine his blood and essence."

"I advise you not to."

"Try it first."

Yan Kong ignored him and kept speeding up the operation of the technique. When he felt the endless blood and qi in his body, he suddenly shuddered and was shocked.

That was not Yan Bing's voice just now.

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and heard someone want to use him as a cauldron. Thinking of the rumors about Hua Heshang, his face turned black.

Bastard, you want to practice dual cultivation with me even if you are a boiled egg, right?

Hua Heshang is like this, and this guy is also like this.

This is the time when Han Yu is closest to the two of them. His body suddenly moved and he took the lead to explore Yan Kong. Yan Kong was shocked and quickly retreated in the air.

But in terms of speed, how could he catch up with Han Yu? After the flames spread, the wings kept flapping. In just a few breaths, a pair of iron hands tightly clamped his shoulders.

"Pink skeletons!"

"Empty Valley..."

Pink skeletons kept biting at Han Yu, but Han Yu ignored them completely. Just when Yan Kong wanted to use the dream, Han Yu was quick-witted and slapped his face.

His face, which was already swollen like a pig's head, tilted a little more for no reason. Now, it was hard for him to speak, let alone chant.

"Open your mouth!"

Han Yu reached into his arms and took out a pill.

"You're so cheap to him?"

Little Liuli couldn't help but speak, and said in his sea of ​​consciousness with a look of surprise.

Cheap?

No, if you give it to such a person, he might be unable to live or die.

Yan Kong looked at the black pill in Han Yu's hand, his face was surprised, and he shut his mouth tightly.

He fed the pill three times with ease, and threw the pill in directly, and then put the man down.

Yan Kong scratched his throat with his only remaining hand without any new ideas. After spitting out a pool of water, he looked up at Han Yu in horror.

"What poison did you give me?"

Han Yu had no time to pay attention to him. He turned his head and looked at the sky. Yan Bing was so scared that he ran away holding the stone.

"Master, my things were stolen. Come with me to catch someone."

Han Yu suddenly spoke up, just in time to try the effect of the elixir.

After that, he broke through the air and chased after him.

You are thinking about shit. The Buddha is leaving.

Yan Kong swore that he had never seen such a fool in his life, let alone heard such an outrageous request.

He naturally couldn't help. Seeing Han Yu flying away, he also took off into the air and flew away in the opposite direction...

Yan Bing, holding the dragon blood stone, didn't dare to stay for a moment. This man was too scary. He should have taken the stone and ran away just now. Why did he want to kill him for a moment of anger and pleasure?

Suddenly, a wave of scorching air came from behind him, and a sound of breaking through the air rushed past him.

Han Yu chased for only a moment, and he had already rushed in front of Yan Bing.

A sea of ​​fire extended out in an instant, blocking his way. Seeing this, Yan Bing immediately stopped, turned his head and changed direction to continue escaping.

Han Yu was not in a hurry, and stepped forward to set up another sea of ​​fire.

Yan Bing looked at Han Yu, his teeth were about to break. Now he couldn't fight, and couldn't run away, right?

Another sound of breaking through the air came from far away, Yan Bing turned his head and looked, and his heart was happy.

"Yan Kong, if you still want the stone, then work together again. As long as we control him, we can keep the stone."

The big monk said nothing, with a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be terrified and complicated.

When he first came to Yan Bing's body, he started without saying a word, and a stream of true energy hit his chest when he was caught off guard.

Yan Bing was totally unprepared. After a pain in his chest, he still didn't understand what happened until he flew out.

"Are you crazy?"

Yan Bing cursed after barely stabilizing himself.

This bald donkey actually helped others to plot against him. What was he trying to do?

Yan Kong's expression, which seemed to be crying but not crying, was particularly strange. He explained with his hands and feet dancing.

"I... He gave me a pill, and my body didn't obey me."

"Master monk, he took my things, you help me beat him."

Han Yu was watching the excitement from the side and spoke again.

Yan Kong's face changed, and he flew towards Yan Bing involuntarily, constantly pinching his fingers with one hand.

"Burial of flowers in the empty valley!"

He even recited the spell involuntarily.

Yan Bing's expression changed, and he quickly used his own illusionary skills to resist. The two were from the same family, so there was naturally a way to restrain them.

"Red-faced skeletons!"

Several more skeletons were released and killed Yan Bing.

"You bald ass, if something happens to me, you can't escape either."

Yan Bing resisted and cursed.

Yan Kong naturally had no words to say, and could only maintain his true energy and fight with the other party while constantly explaining.

"He can control me, and I don't want to."

——

Zhao Yulin had already broken free from the illusion, but his nine subordinates still had their eyes closed, their tents were high, and their faces were flushed.

"These guys, this matter is over, we must rectify the military discipline. The days of the monks have been too long, and there are not many military styles left. Such illusions should not have trapped them for too long."

He was so angry that his face turned red, and he flew over and slapped them one by one, and then his voice was like a bell, and his true energy spread out with the sound.

"Wake up!"

As soon as the voice fell, the monks came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream with an unsatisfied look.

"Chase them all!"