A small clock flew from a distance with blood light, scattering a rich fluctuation. Apart from the little monk's bowl, no one else had weapons, and Zhu Jiuyin naturally had no one. At this time, a divine treasure flew over, and the few should have been happy, but their faces were gloomy.

Just because there were a few people chasing behind the Xiaozhong, two of them were divine distraction realms, and the other three were god-transforming cultivators.

How to keep a few people from changing color, because the little clock flew towards them.

"I will stop those two people from being distracted. Be careful yourself. If you really can't escape, wait for me to come back."

As he said that, Zhu Jiuyin had turned into his body and soared into the sky.

A ray of lightning flew out and rolled the small bell over, and then it was swallowed by Zhu Jiuyin.

"Strange, why didn't Xiao Zhong resist?"

The wood name is confused. The divine treasure has a spirit and will repel other external forces.

The Demon Vine said: "I think it's the choice of the master. The blood light with the power of curses should have some fate with Zhu Jiuyin."

What the Demon Vine said was not bad, and Zhu Jiuyin looked very happy at this time because he felt Xiao Zhong's thoughts. Zhu Jiuyin immediately refined it when he saw the momentum.

At this time, the two distracted spirits were also stunned, and one person said, "What's going on? We can't get this little clock when we kill and kill, why did this monster take it away?"

Another person said: "Kill him and seize the treasure, take away his breath and sacrifice this treasure, which should be recognized."

When the two met each other, they saw the ruthlessness in their eyes.

"Kill!" The two roared and directly used the magic image. Zhu Jiuyin soared into the sky and transferred the battlefield.

At this time, three monks appeared behind the two men. When the three monks saw Zhu Jiuyin and others leaving, and behind Zhu Jiuyin were Mu Ming and others. The few people couldn't help laughing and said, "There are even more kids who are not as good as the gods, who dare to come here. I really don't know that the sky is high."

As he said that, one of them poked out a palm and wrote you the rune to suck you. Suddenly, the essence around him appeared and turned into a big hand and slapped them, trying to line up several people into mud.

"Go."

Mu Ming said, and the Xuanhuang ant flew out immediately, turning into several feet in size, opening its mouth and swallowing it directly with his big hand.

One of his face changed and he said, "It turned out to be a monster in the realm of God Transformation. Forget it, kill the treasure refining."

Xuan Huang Ant rushed over without saying anything, and the two began to move to the battlefield, but they were not far from a few people and could change the venue at any time.

The remaining two looked at the few and nodded.

At this time, the Demon Vine came forward and said, "I'll kill that person."

"Worry, that person's Thunder Dao magical powers are not weak."

Mu Ming said to the monk who was emitting water power. When the monk heard this, his expression changed slightly, but before he could say anything, he saw a black fog coming, but it was the magic vine's method.

The black fog dissipated, directly separating the two of them, and the black fog was about to dissipate a huge barrier of the stars, covering the monk.

The man was shrouded in black fog, but a voice came from a sound, "Why do you need to be like this? You can kill you without flying. Can I still escape?" After that, there was a sound of fighting in the barrier.

The last person also slowly fell down and looked at the few people and said, "Forget it, killing you without any effort, and not bullying you. Let's fight on the ground."

But even though that was the case, the little monk sacrificed the bowl and suddenly a golden light radiated, sealing the small-scale void.

The monk was stunned, but then shook his head and smiled, saying, "It's such a good baby. Forget it. Since you want to die, I'll help you. You'll have to beg for a broken bowl of beggars in the end."

The little monk sneered and said, "I hope you remember this sentence."

After saying that, he took action directly, as if this person's words angered the little monk.

Shi Lan glanced at Mu Ming, then nodded and took action.

But Mu Ming stood quietly, as if condensing his magical powers, but the man didn't care at all. Mu Ming's cultivation fluctuations were the weakest, so he didn't need to consider it the least.

This man was amazing and immediately exuded his artistic conception. Although his tone was domineering, his methods were used to use all his strength.

The air around suddenly became hot, and black smoke emerged from the ground, and mountains of love appeared around them. There were magma flowing on these hills, as if it was an illusion.

This is the artistic conception of the power of fire attributes. If we had not seen the artistic conception of Jinlin and others, the wood name would have been praised, but... this person is much different.

But it was the God-turning God. In just a moment, the little monk was shocked and vomited blood from his mouth. Shi Lan's long sword in his hand made a tremolo sound, and was continuously attacked by the power of magma.

The territory transformed by this artistic conception constantly weakens their power, but neither of them is a vegetarian. Although the fluctuations in their cultivation level gradually weaken, the hot color in their eyes became stronger, and the momentum emitted from their bodies made the cultivator of the God Transformation Realm feel unnatural.

"You will be killed within thirty moves!"

The monk was about twenty-five years old, but at this time he was murderous, making his pretty face look ferocious.

Shi Lan sneered: "You can't do anything to me within three hundred moves!"

His tone was arrogant, but Mu Ming nodded. Shi Lan became more and more brave as he fought. Although his body was covered in scars, the aura in his body began to become thicker. Mu Ming vaguely saw the five forces of gold, wood, water, fire and earth flowing, which was the transformation of the spirit body.

The little monk laughed loudly, and the attack became more fierce, and the Buddha sounded in his mouth kept coming. The little monk used a magic technique, which made people's soul tremble, his body staggered, and then was almost penetrated by Shi Lan's long sword.

"Wow!" The man roared repeatedly, using the power of his soul to seal the five senses, and then he became vicious.

I saw his eyebrows light up, and then he quickly condensed a small sword. The small sword penetrated through the void and penetrated Shi Lan's heart.

Mu Ming was shocked, and the little monk did not expect that this person would be so cruel. This was a forbidden technique. During the period of transformation, unless the soul power was strong, very few people would use this technique.

However, at this time Shi Lan did not retreat but instead advanced. Suddenly his body became illusory, and a yin and yang fish scattered out of his body.

Mu Ming was stunned. This Yin-Yang fish seemed to be the same as his own, but it did not have the imperfect feeling of its own. The eyes of his Yin-Yang fish were replaced by another completely opposite force. However, after the Yin-Yang fish appeared, the Wood Name felt a sense of great perfection, and it was all natural.

Spiritual body! It must be the power of the spirit!

After a closer look, it turns out that it is different from yourself, whether it is the construction of runes or the use of power, it is different from yourself.

His own Yin and Yang fish reflects Yin and Yang techniques, which are one of attacks and defenses, but Shi Lan's magic tricks emit complete attack power.

The little sword of the soul penetrated Shi Lan's body, and Shi Lan's body trembled and showed up. He did not receive any harm, but his face was pale and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"How is that possible!" The man was shocked. He really couldn't imagine that the forbidden magic he used did not kill this person.

At this time, Shi Lan's Yin and Yang Fish had already arrived in front of this person with just a skill.

This person didn't care before, but suddenly he felt like he was wrapped in the Yin-Yang fish.

The Yin-Yang Fish is about to enlarge and wrap the person on the dividing line in the middle.

With the sword energy, he scattered out and slashed directly at this person.

"Ah! Impossible!"

The man yelled, but his body kept bleeding.

At this moment, the little monk pinched the print in his hand.

"The seal of impermanence in all actions will suppress you!"

The seal fell directly on the person's head, and the person's body trembled and seemed to be about to fall to the ground, but the power of the soul radiated from his eyebrows blocked the sword energy and the seal technique.

However, at this time, the little monk yelled again: "All dharmas are impermanent seals, and their supernatural powers are suppressed!"

This is a large black seal. After this seal appeared, the divine light of the protective body around the monk gradually dimmed, and the symbols on his body gradually disappeared.

But this person was still struggling. At this moment, his artistic conception suddenly emitted a series of magma powers to attack the two of them crazily. Almost all the magma flowed under their feet. This was not a real thing, but the burning sensation brought was real. Shi Lan brought smoke from his body, and his divine power was ignited.

Seeing this, the little monk bit the tip of his tongue and instantly formed a seal in his hand. Hundreds of seal techniques flew out and condensed and merged with the blood mist that suddenly spurted out from the tip of his tongue.

The last blood-colored fist-sized seal appeared, but this seal was a bit illusory and seemed to be about to dissipate at any time.

"All leaks are all bitter seals, which will suppress your mind!"

Buzz!

A special wave emanated, and the scene around the few people changed, and the artistic conception dissipated.

At this time, blood suddenly spurted out of the human mouth, and even more crackling sounds were heard in his body.

"My artistic conception!"

The man whispered two words, his face as if he was like gold paper. His soul power dissipated back into his body, and his magical powers also dissipated.

Sword energy penetrated his body, his breath was dying, but for some reason, the few people always felt a roar echoing in his body.

"I underestimate you. I didn't expect that one is a spirit body and the other is a Buddhist descendant. That is the four Buddhist seals. Unfortunately, you can only use the three seals. Otherwise, if the fourth seal is used, I will die immediately. However, you have no chance."

When the little monk heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly widened because countless splendors suddenly radiated from this person's body.

"No, he wants to explode his body."

Shi Lan's face was anxious, and a murderous intent was shrouded in it. The two of them were very close to the monk at this time and must be within the scope of the impact.

"Haha, you are dead, but I don't. My soul can take over others and live!"

This man was crazy and knew that as long as he didn't explode, he would only be wiped out by the two of them.

But his smile suddenly froze because he felt his own power suddenly retreat like a tide, and he was venting his catharsis somewhere behind him.

He turned around with difficulty, showing a look of doubt.

"How is it possible, when..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt his body clattering and his flesh and blood were about to wither.

This man felt a great crisis of life and death. He did not feel this crisis by being treated like that by the young monks before.

Perhaps it was the time of life and death, and my heart was immediately clear and transparent. A thought appeared in the man's mind, and then a villain rushed out of his eyebrows and fled to the distance.

This is the escape of the soul, which can take over others and occupy their bodies, and can be protected from death!

"Where to escape!"
To be continued...