"You will never change your nature!"

A stretch of majestic and undulating mountain peaks spread infinitely into the distance, revealing layers of hazy shadows of the mountains. At this time, two streams of light quickly fell from the sky. Luo Tian looked around with his hands behind his back, and then looked around.

Yihandi shouted coldly.

Monk Mingyue was obviously smiling bitterly. For some reason, since the two of them left Weiyang City, many people had been following them secretly. Not to mention Luo Tian, ​​even Luo Tian had murderous intentions in his heart.

Luo Tian thought for a moment, and quickly took out several spiritual stones from the Qiankun bag, and then took out a bunch of mini flags, and threw them into the void. The light on those flags flashed, and then they followed Luo Tian's instructions.

The preset position fell into the ground, and soon

, a heavy fog arose out of thin air in this empty valley surrounded by three mountains. At first, the fog was like thin veils, and Luo Tian and Monk Mingyue were still vaguely visible in it. Later, the fog quickly became thicker, and the two

People are completely covered in it.

"I hope they don't force me to take action."

Luo Tian's expression returned to calmness, but there was a bone-chilling chill in his tone.

"Spray your fucking nectar on your face!" Monk Mingyue is not a person who is afraid of trouble. Instead, he is born with a brutal and decisive nature, "I say brother, don't forget to leave a few for me to practice with. It's been a long time since I've robbed someone.

, my hands and feet are a little rusty..."

Luo Tian: “…”

After a while, several faint rays of light appeared in the sky through the cover of clouds. When Luo Tian and Monk Mingyue saw their sneaky appearance, they couldn't help but glance at each other, both feeling a little funny.

In the world of cultivating immortals, everything relies on fists to speak. Whoever has a bigger fist has the right to speak, which is much stronger than the law of the jungle shown in the secular world. Here, strength is more important than anything else, but looking at these few people, they are obviously scattered.

The robber who looked like a cultivator must have never robbed similar cultivators several times. If he were an experienced robber, he would have just picked out the guy without saying a word. Why bother with this?

"Fellow Daoist Wang, why did those two people suddenly disappear, and even their spiritual consciousness disappeared?" An old man who looked like a rotten scholar looked around with a pair of sly mouse eyes, with some worry on his face.

"Can't run!" Standing at the front was a middle-aged man with a beard, short and lean, with a healthy bronze color to his skin.

Also, although Luo Tian and Monk Mingyue have restrained their auras, they are still within the scope of the Foundation Establishment Stage. There are four people coming, one is in the late Foundation Establishment Stage and two are in the middle Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Only the rotten scholar is in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Naturally, he didn't take Luo Tian in his eyes.

"Brother Wang, there seems to be something wrong with the thick fog below." At the same time, a tall, slender man with a dark face stretched out his hand and found a bronze mirror floating in the palm of his hand, spinning gently and making a very low sound.

song.

"go!"

The tall and thin man made a gesture, waved his hand and threw out a strong force of magic, hitting the small bronze mirror repeatedly. The bronze mirror rotated even faster, shooting straight and sharp rays of light directly into the thick fog.

middle.

The four people quickly used their eyesight to look down, and saw that the thick fog below was illuminated by the bronze mirror. Not only did it not disperse, but it rolled for a while and became more dense and solid.

At this time, the four people's brows couldn't help but frown, and there was a worry in their brows. The four of them were all well-known figures in the world of immortality, so they couldn't tell that the thick fog was caused by the formation.

"Damn, I don't believe that guy is a formation master. The four of us work together to break this formation!"

The monk surnamed Wang had the highest level of cultivation and was naturally the leader among the four. After thinking for a while, he let out a light drink, reached out and grabbed a few talismans from the void, and threw them into the thick fog.

When the other three people saw this, they also took action one after another. For a moment, the sky was filled with colorful lights.

"Haha, little cubs, please leave them to the Sa family!"

Unexpectedly, in the thick fog at this moment, a burst of arrogant laughter came. At the same time, countless clouds came together on the horizon, as if hundreds of rivers and oceans were coming together, and then closely connected to form a vast sky of colorful clouds, dividing a line.

A colorful barrier fell from the sky.

Feeling the strong oppressive power in the air, the expressions of the four monks headed by the monk surnamed Wang couldn't help but change drastically. Immediately, the magic weapons and talismans in their hands were sacrificed towards the colorful barrier, but it was impossible to cause any damage to the colorful barrier. Instead,

He was slowly pushed towards the thick fog by the colorful barrier.

Looking at the slowly approaching dense fog, the rotten old man among the four tightened his expression, gritted his teeth, swung his body, flew into a simple brush magic weapon, and rushed out of the colorful barrier at an extremely fast speed.

, every time he waved it in his hand, a stream of dim thunder light spurred by light snakes emerged from his palm.

"Oh, you can also hold thunder in your palms!"

At this moment, in the thick fog, Monk Mingyue was happily controlling the Winding Cloud Bracelet, but he discovered that the monk with the lowest level of cultivation was actually proficient in the secret technique of thunder in the palm. This secret technique can only be practiced by monks from Ziyao Mountain.

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After saying that, the old monk Mingyue opened his big hand and took several shots in the void. A ripple in the void suddenly trembled, and then divided into two bright and jade-like black palms, one large and one small, pointing towards the

The rotten old man captured him at an extremely fast speed.

The three people headed by the monk surnamed Wang couldn't help but darken their faces when they saw this situation. The old man had been following them for so long. They always thought he was just a casual cultivator, but they didn't expect that he was actually a monk from Ziyaoshan in disguise.

"Purple Radiant Lightning Technique!"

The rotten old man slapped the top of his head with his backhand, and a purple cloud of electricity suddenly emerged from the top of his head, immediately covering himself. Then he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the sky. His palms seemed to be hung with heavy weights.

Pushed out, and then a bucket-like thunder and lightning broke through the air to meet the two incoming light hands.

Boom Kaka!

The black light hand in front was struck by lightning and shook violently. It was riddled with holes and holes by lightning. But the big black hand still grabbed it indifferently and held the lightning

With a hard squeeze, the thunderbolt immediately shrank and became as big as an adult's arm.

Then, the big black hand also disappeared into nothingness.

"Hehe." Monk Mingyue smiled gloomily, holding his hands in the air. The small black hand that followed was lingering with light. Only a flash of black light was seen, and the thunder and lightning was completely integrated into it, and then it moved extremely fast.

The corrupt monk came forward, and as easily as scissors cut through cloth, he poked his head in, washing away all the clouds and mist around the corrupt old man.

The rotten old man's eyes were like bells, and a purple jade slip he was holding tightly in his hand was immediately crushed to pieces.

At the same time, Luo Tian, ​​who was lamenting that Monk Mingyue's hands were indeed very powerful, frowned, reached into the void with his hand, and the big hand formed by flames shot out like a photoelectric.

After a moment, Luo Tian sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Monk Mingyue asked.

Luo Tian smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid that Ziyao Mountain will soon find out about us killing the monks from Ziyao Mountain."
Chapter completed!