"not good!"

Wujizi was a casual cultivator and had no other skills, but his experience in fighting was extremely rich. When he encountered this situation, he did not care about the pain of heavy hammering in his body. Instead, he bit his tongue desperately and wanted to escape from this illusion.

But what made him desperate was that this illusion was born from. Even though his golden elixir cultivation was hard to support, it seemed as if he was about to be gradually sinking.

"Bang!"

At this critical moment, the monk from Longhu Mountain was the most decisive. He actually broke the small flag in his hand without hesitation.

Then, with the huge power that was temporarily burst out with this magic weapon, he woke up and tried his best to escape backwards.

But the shadow didn't know what changed, but it was just as the figure of the monk in Longhu Mountain moved.

I saw the shadow under the broken umbrella of oil paper, grinning. With a silent grin, not only two rows of dark fangs and sharp teeth were revealed, but also gently blowing at him, and a dark sharp light shot out.

As soon as the ghostly black light shot out, it shot the golden elixir monk from Longhu Mountain into the opposite direction without any obstacle. With a "ah", there was no sound. It seemed to have turned into a broken skin and fell to the ground.

Although Wujizi temporarily recovered from the illusion, he obviously never thought that the Jindan monk from Longhu Mountain would be defeated so quickly.

And just as he was still stunned, he didn't even have time to do any other moves. He was shot through his head by the same dark light.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

For a moment, he followed his disciples and saw that his Supreme Elder was cut off half of his head by the other party's Nalimang.

Countless bright red and pale spurted out of his head, sprinkling everyone without saying anything. It also made these low-level monks who refined and built a foundation unable to help but let out a terrifying sound of screaming or screaming.

But the shadow under the broken oil-paper umbrella seemed to ignore these screams, and once again stretched out a faint hand to pinch all the rest.

However, just as the shadow under the broken oil-broken paper umbrella was about to reach out, a rapid sword light suddenly shot from afar. The sword light contained the power of the Supreme, and the sound of anger was like spring thunder blooming, and he said loudly:

"You dare to be a villain!"

However, although the other party came quickly, the shadow under the broken oil paper umbrella seemed to have already expected it, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he suddenly pointed his hand.

With a "boom", the monks in front of him were not only exhausted in an instant.

It also carried an obscure and unexplainable killing power, hitting the rapid lightning. The banging sound made the entire cave shaking, and even the hard stone walls and numerous restrictions around it seemed to have been burned.

"Click!"

As the shadow tried his best to attack, except for the high-level monk in Longhu Mountain who rushed over, everything else was swept away, and only this broken oil-paper umbrella fell to the spot without any damage.

"Huh!"

The high-level monk from Longhu Mountain was surprised. According to the momentum shown by this monster, he even killed two golden elixirs in a row. It was unreasonable that he would be killed so easily.

But he took the broken oil-paper umbrella into his palm, and looked left and right and seemed to find no clues. He couldn't help but secretly wonder, could this monster be sealed for thousands of years, so it was already the last of its strength?

Thinking of this, he simply carefully checked the entire area and found no clues again.

He had no choice but to carefully seal the broken oil-paper umbrella first, then put away the relics and puppets of the monks, then flew out of the cave and bowed to the monks garrison outside the cave:

"The two senior brothers seem to be the remnants of the Demon-Emperor Land, and they broke a Jindan monk from Longhu Mountain and a team of Qingning Valley monks!"

After saying that, he took out the broken paper umbrella and handed it to the two of them and said, "The remnants have been punished, and it seems a bit strange that the only one left is this paper umbrella. It should be a thing that has been in the Demon Seal Cave."

After saying that, he handed the relics, puppets and others from the Qingning Valley monks and said, "There are also these miscellaneous items, and they have to be handled by the two senior brothers!"

"It's easy to say!"

The two Taoists seemed not too concerned about this broken paper umbrella, but just routinely investigated it and temporarily sealed the object into the treasury of the Demon-sealing Land.

The relics of the Qingning Valley monks were collected and turned directly to the rear, showing the precision and efficiency of the entire Longhu Mountain as a war machine.

But what these monks didn't expect was that just when everyone thought the matter was done, in the treasury of the Demon-sealing Land, the broken oil-paper umbrella actually ignored the ban in the treasury and flew up slowly.

He also walked around the treasury before quietly flying to a bloody white feather, revealing a face that looked graceful and graceful from the broken oil paper umbrella, clapping his hands and laughing:

"It turned out to be a broken evil blood! Humph, I'll say that those monks from Longhu Mountain have no eyes, how could they recognize such an ancient thing!"

After saying that, golden threads shot out from the broken oil-breaking umbrella, as if the whole broken oil-breaking umbrella was about to dissolve, and drops of golden liquid dripped on the residual spray.

So much so that except for the dark red residual blood, the remaining filthy white feathers were all soaked in the golden liquid, and gradually became more and more complete, as if they were reborn.

And the face that was supposed to appear on the broken oil paper umbrella, which was actually smiling and graceful, was melting as the broken oil paper umbrella seemed to be about to break free from the broken oil paper umbrella, and it also seeped along the golden liquid towards the residual blanch.

After a long time, it was not until the entire broken oil-paper umbrella disappeared that the face with a clever smile seemed to be reborn and hummed without saying anything.

For the first time, he showed up a complete figure and laughed loudly, "Endless murder, the remaining blood of the demon. Nine Nethers devoured, the gods' cloaked!"

After saying that, as if he was extremely satisfied with his new body, he drew out a water mirror, looked around and admired it vigorously before using the golden residual breeze.

The golden cloak changed directly, turning into a golden cloak like a golden cloak and being worn by her, while the residual blood on the cloak turned into a red streamer and tied around her waist.

After doing all this, Ming Yanren hummed with satisfaction: "Miaoguang, Miaoguang, this time I will be the last to help you. After the matter is done, I will become a body of freedom!"

Youchan muttered smugly, as if she was not satisfied. She looked at the room full of various broken objects collected from the Demon Envelope Land, her eyes were bright, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she raised her hand gently, as if countless golden threads were flying out of her slender hands, all of which were flying towards the broken objects.

After a while, these broken objects seemed to have come alive and stood up one by one.

Not only that, these objects also knelt down and said, "See the Spirit Lord!"

"Get up!" The Youchan waved his hand lazily and said with a smile: "You have been sleeping for so long, it's time to get up and move your body!"

"This time, follow me in the Nanman area and make trouble for him again!"
Chapter completed!