After closing the door hard, Ye Fengsheng made a gesture to the scared driver, turned around and returned to the car, looked at the sad Yingluo, and asked, "It has nothing to do with you, right?" Don't tell me you are tearing the seal."

"No,"

Yingluo shook his head and denied it, but she was very sad. "The direction of the evil spirits is the direction of our nation. I am worried that the monks will find some clues, so I want to embarrass them."

"How could this happen?"

Ye Fengsheng said as if nothing had happened.

Even Yingluo, who proposed this idea, did not expect Ye Fengsheng to agree so quickly. At first, she just wanted to hear Ye Fengsheng's opinion. If Ye Fengsheng refused, it wouldn't matter.

But she didn't expect Ye Fengsheng to agree so quickly! Even if he promised, he would immediately push the door open and hold her back!

It was not until she flew into the air and the cold wind blew through her ears that she responded to Ye Fengsheng's fierce movements.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

She didn't say anything, but Ye Fengsheng said first: "I just saved my life for you yesterday. Do I want to send it back today?"

Yingluo looked at Ye Fengsheng: "Is it still useful to me to be afraid of death now?" Didn't you bring me here?"

Ye Feng refused to admit after life and death: "Didn't you say you want to see it?"

Yingluo had no choice. This was different from Ye Fengsheng's conscience. She didn't want to save people, let alone fight against the carvings of flesh and soul. She was worried about her racial issues, so she would come to see it.

The dark sky was covered with clouds, and the purple evil spirits devoured the sky, forming a cold face. In the hearts of these two people who were traveling through the sky, the Emperor Ajia spirit was shrouded in a white pressure, and the Emperor Ajia spirit was much slower.

Under the same sky, Yu Tonghe's face was already tense. There were many monks' bodies around him, but more people were dying. Scattered arms and a thick pool of blood covered the ground, as nauseating as blood plasma. Even the surrounding plants were sucking.

After receiving blood, the traces of the three parts of the blood are vaguely reflected in the meridians and swaying in the wind.

The battle of the sky continues. More than a dozen monks surround this green bone spirit sculpture about 5 meters wide and 8 meters long. No spirit can be destroyed by money. But when it lands on the wings of the ferocious beast, it cannot even bring a ripple. The surging energy seems to be shattered on the cotton without any feedback.

Instead, it is a sculpture of green bones. The empty eyed part has no pupils, but a monk can always be found who can truly hurt him. After a strong wind visible to the naked eye condensed, it cuts through the sky and tears the monk's body into pieces. It falls from the sky with blood mixed with it.

How cruel!

"Friendfish, what should we do?"

Yu Tonghe's arrival brought a glimmer of hope to these monks. They might mistakenly think that Kunlun had received the news and sent someone to help them. However, Kunlun had no idea what was going on here. Only Ye Fengsheng came here.

"The green bone carving is hard to deal with. Three hundred years ago, our elders destroyed it as much as they can. However, if we leave a skeleton, it can absorb ghost gas and regenerate it. Therefore, we cannot target killing, but we should try to seal it!"

"seal?"

A shriveled monk beside him smiled bitterly, his eyes scanned his whole body, and there was no reason in his heart to feel sad.

It turned out that they wanted to surround the four white foxes, but the one that should have been exhausted was gone. When they were fumbled around, they accidentally tore the seal, and the ferocious beast roared out of the seal. At the same time, it gave people a strong meaning.

Everyone was stunned by the inner magic of this ferocious beast. They fought for a long time without hesitation. Countless people died or were injured without hurting their fur. Now they are waiting for the arrival of Kunlun monks. It is not easy to kill them to make up for the losses of this sect. However, Kunlun monks said that this ferocious beast cannot be killed. It can only be sealed.

Doesn’t this mean that all the work a person does is useless? The older deacons among the disciples died in vain.

How willing to do it!

"Kunlun seals such a dangerous beast. Why don't you tell us?"

Dongfang Hong was also very frank. He watched the amiable seniors turn into a cold person at the door with hatred and anger.

I hate why ferocious beasts are not as good as the eighteenth level hell. I can only watch them die aside because I am not strong enough. Now, when Yutong talks to him about things, he seems to have found an outlet and spit out all his anger.

Yutonghe did not answer, but counted the monks who were still fighting around him. He said: "Keep your strength, quickly restore your aura, and seal this ferocious beast at once. You can't die anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

The disciple of Mingliu Cave asked loudly.

Yutong took a deep breath: "Kunlun doesn't know, I'm the only one who comes here for a day."

"What!?"

It's incredible when people are shocked and excited.

"Have you heard that this fierce guy has joined them yet?"

I'm afraid that the ferocious beast is already the realm pill on the top of the mountain, only one step away from the first baby. What's the use of being alone?

In the complex mountains, the night wind blew. Even if all the monks here were there at this moment, they still had a haggard heart under cold fantasy.

In the sky, the body carved by huge green bones is full of spirit. The strong wind blows the rotten chicken wing skin to the extreme, which makes people feel an illusion that the flesh and blood of the body should be lifted up and peeled off together.

The dozen monks who gathered around him just now were less than the size of their palms. Another strong wind came, and these monks turned into ruins. The sudden fluctuations of their spirits would attract the attention of the Blue Sculpture of the Bone.

It is a spiritual energy, a substance that burst out from Yu Tonghe's sleeves. A red and white columnar wave drew out of the sky, violently hitting the body of the bone elves' green sculpture, dispersing the body protection elves around it, and breaking open a transparent penetrating wound on the skin that had rotted into the hole.

No blood! No harm! Nothing happened except some rotten feathers and splashed meat, and no pain was even wailing!

At this time, the monks around and below who had been fighting with him for a long time all showed despair.

Yutong and his face were still the same. He had seen the green carvings of the bone elves in the ancient books of the door. He knew that the ferocious beast was born from a skeleton and there was no real flesh and blood around it. These rotten flesh and feather wings were almost useless. However, these three hundred years of seals were attached and reproduced. In essence, they were two green carvings with bones.

After a successful attack, he attacked in front of him. When a visible spirit protecting the body was hovering around, his palms flashed with lightning, and a thunder roar in the sky vibrated the sky. Even the unshattered spirit was forced to produce traces of the body.

Yutong and he had no heart to continue to entangle the fierce beasts, and he was not interested in any unnecessary confusion. But he could not fight. From the beginning, he could see clearly. Therefore, what he did was to attract the attention of the elves who had been sealed for three hundred years, so that the ferocious beast that had been sealed for three hundred years hated him and believed that he was the target of being killed. Only in this way could it be introduced into the sealed array.

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Chapter completed!