In Lao Chi's mind, Jincu was still the king of the spirit demons who led the demons to dig out the golems, so he was not prepared at all. Until the other party's palm was pressed to his heart, there was still a smile on his face.

But from the beginning, Bald and Da Wanghu realized that the visitor was not good. The former shot out a red light, while the latter rushed over from the side, saving Lao Chi's life together.

The Jin clan was hit by a red light on his head, and he was not injured, but his body stiffened a little. He didn't have time to dig out the old bumpy heart, and was then pounced away by the king tiger.

Lao Chu finally reacted, jumped over to help the king tiger, and shouted: "Jincu, are you crazy? It's me."

Jincuo still didn't open his mouth, stuffed the heart in his hand into his mouth, freeing his hands.

The two demons and one tiger fought. This was not a daily practice, but a real struggle between life and death. The Jin Clan did not use magic, but its power was amazing. Under his fist, Lao Chong and the King Tiger were like kittens and dogs. After three punches and two kicks, they were beaten to no avail. They could only roar while falling down and standing up.

The bald man was afraid of being hurt and did not dare to shoot red light again, and shouted, "Use spells!" Then he remembered that he could transmit voice, so he shouted, "My mother, come quickly..."

Lao Chong is not a magician, and he has never been able to practice the method of refining beasts. However, he has indeed learned some magic, and he forgot all of them when he is anxious. After reminding him, he immediately jumped onto the back of the king's tiger, opened his mouth and spit out a ball of fire.

The fireball hit Jin Chu's chest, and a muffled bang, leaving no trace except for Jin Chu's figure slightly.

Laochi was stunned. The beast monster's resistance to spells is very strong. It will leave a little scar when attacked by spells, and it will be far from being as unharmed as Jincuo.

Jin Cu rushed over and punched him out. Wang Hu opened his mouth and bit his fist, but he didn't bite it off. Jin Cu didn't look moved, and waved his other fist again, Lao Chu stretched out his hands to hold the arm that was several circles smaller than himself.

The three parties were in a stalemate for a moment, and Jin Chu tried hard, Lao Chu and Da Wang Hu were thrown out and fell heavily into the snow.

Jincu stared at the head in the air.

The bald man shot out a red light. In terms of magic alone, he was a bit stronger than Lao Chong, which was enough to deal with the middle demon, but the red light still did not cause any damage to Jincuo. It only made him move forward a little slower.

The bald man holds revenge, but he is loyal. He still has his old collision, so he will not escape, gritting his teeth and strengthening the red light.

Jincu walked closer, looked up at his head, and his face was almost the same as Mu Xingqiu.

The reinforcements finally arrived, and a small red fireball shot like an arrow and hit Jin Chu hard. It was bounced away with a puff. This was not Yang Qingyin's fireball technique, but the Gan Zhiwei fire sparrow.

Gan Zhiwei, who was a hundred steps away, was shocked. He was intimate with the Fire Sparrow and felt dizzy in his mind. The hardness and strong rebounding force of the Jin clan were really unexpected.

Gan Zhiwei used to be a Taoist priest, but now there are only scattered cultivators' inner alchemy, but the spells cast with the help of the Fire Sparrow are a little stronger than the third and fourth levels of Fo Xia's realm.

The fire sparrow flipped dozens of times in the air. Finally, it stabilized. After receiving the order from Gan Zhiwei with Lingxi, it immediately flapped its wings quickly. Hundreds of feathers like red arrows flew out of its body, flying towards its target.

Jincuo did not hide or avoid, and took all the red arrows, leaving a red dot on her skin, and soon disappeared.

The bald man took the opportunity to fly away and hit the old man. He saw him lying in the snow and humming. He felt a little relieved and turned to Gan Zhiwei, "Jincuo is crazy!"

Before Gan Zhiwei could speak, Jincu rushed over. He was like a beast monster who could not fly, but he was extremely fast. He first arrived near the fire sparrow, jumped up more than ten feet, hitting the bird that had no time to hide, and then turned around in the air. When he landed, he was right in front of Gan Zhiwei, and another punch came towards him.

Taoist priests are not good at melee combat. When the spell fails, Gan Zhiwei is a little helpless. It is not until his fist hits that he remembers to cast the natural Tao spell that he has just learned.

Gan Zhiwei was knocked out, and Jincuo was blown back several steps by a strong wind rising from the ground, but was not hurt at all.

The two beast masters and bald men are not against Jin Chu.

The black dragon of the scattered cultivator Ouyang Luo arrived and fell from the sky. A black water column that was more than ten feet long was sprayed out of his mouth. It freezes halfway through and rushed towards the target.

Jincuo fought with his two fists, and the ice shattered and the water dispersed. His body was harder than steel. He suddenly jumped up, hugged the black dragon's neck, turned over, and threw his fist at the top of the black dragon's head.

The black dragon roared and fell on the snow, its long body rolled and twisted, its sharp claws and teeth grabbed and bite, fighting with the extremely powerful demon clan.

The black dragon is a hundred times that of Jincuo. The sharp teeth in his mouth are enough to break gold, but he is just a struggle with Jincuo and does not have the upper hand at all. Every time he gets punched, he screams in pain. The dragon roars are low, but when it screams in pain, it is loud and loud.

All the spectators were frightened. It would be fine if Jincuo took the spells by force. After all, the beast masters had not been practicing for a long time. They had achieved some success and were far from realizing the full potential of the alien beast. However, melee fighting was originally the strength of the alien beast, and they could not even suppress Jincuo.

Ouyang Lei walked over quickly, his hands constantly changing the magic tricks. He saw it more clearly from the perspective of the bystander and could help the Black Dragon make more correct decisions.

None of the ancient beasts who could survive to this day were just bold and arrogant. They could not win for more than a dozen moves. The black dragon gradually became timid, and Ouyang Luo was almost unable to control his spirit.

"Let me do it!" Xiao Hao also arrived, holding Xuanwu Youliao in his hand.

Ouyang Lu hurriedly directed the black dragon to rise up in the air. Jincu grabbed one of the black dragon's hind legs and was about to pull it back to the ground with force. A little turtle flew towards him, and there were still more than ten steps away. Jincu's eyes turned black. He was entangled by something, and his hands were unwilling to let go.

The black dragon escaped and flew to a height of thousands of feet before stopping.

In an instant, the beast grew up to dozens of feet long, wrapped the brocade in his body, and his body continued to expand, dancing around his feet, desperately drilling into the snow. The beastmasters around him hurriedly avoided him.

Years of snow provided Youliao with room for use, but soon it disappeared with its clowns. The viewers on the ground saw the snow surging, indicating that the battle was extremely fierce.

Lao Chong had already crawled out of the snow pit, and ran to the periphery with the seriously injured King Hu. He was frightened and said to the bald man above his head: "Isn't this really Mu Xingqiu? When did Jincuo become so powerful?"

"Of course it's not Brother Xiao Qiu..." The bald man couldn't tell the specific reason. Anyway, he knew at first glance that this was definitely not Mu Xingqiu.

Youliao's own strength is comparable to that of the Black Dragon. However, she has been practicing the beast-refining method with Xiaohao for the longest time, so she has realized more potential. Even so, she has not taken advantage of it. Xiaohao casts spells and commands, while surprises him and asks a series of questions: "Where did the monster come from? Is it called Jincuo? Oh, the fist is so fierce, it hurts so much. Why is the spell that has no effect? ​​Has he become a half-demon? Or is he a son-in-law for the demon clan? Look at my move, he is not good, look at this move again. Oh, it's not good..."

Youliao persisted for a longer time. First, his strength was stronger than the Black Dragon, and second, he was more afraid of his master and did not dare to retreat easily.

Yang Qingyin also arrived. While listening to the bald man's introduction, she commanded the black phoenix to join the battle. The black phoenix hovered in the sky and shot a feather from time to time. With the help of Yang Qingyin's spell, she could see the situation in the turtle shell and then accurately attack.

"Thank you." Xiao Hao and Youliao both breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Xingqiu and Feifei's state of thought was too deep and had not been awakened yet. Yin Buchen arrived the last one. He watched from a distance, hugged Feixiao's neck, and whispered to comfort him not to be afraid, they would not have to participate in the battle for the time being.

"Haha. You're bored, you finally caught you." Xiao Weihao said angrily.

The battle under the snow continued for a while, and the black phoenix flew back to Yang Qingyin's head. Youliao slowly drilled out of the ground, retching a few times, spitting out Jincuo, and then quickly shrank. She was summoned by Xiao Hao and couldn't even lift her head.

Jincun's whole body was wrapped with sticky ropes, with only his eyes and nostrils exposed outside. His resistance to spells was ultimately limited, and he could not break free no matter how hard he used.

Xiao Hao won the battle, and was so happy that he couldn't stop praising Youliao, and never forgot to point out the shortcomings.

Yang Qingyin flew to Jincuo, her eyes penetrated the rope, and she looked at the familiar face in surprise. She couldn't believe that this was the Jincuo she knew.

"I am Yang Qingyin, do you still remember? My title of Spirit King was won from you."

Jincuo was still struggling, like a wild beast in the mountains. He had never seen humans or cages. Even if he was captured alive, his eyes were still cold and firm, and he believed that his flesh and blood would definitely be able to break through the iron fence in the end.

He did not recognize Yang Qingyin, nor did he recognize any humans and demons present.

The roar of Lao Chong came from a distance, and he ran over with his arms around Wang Hu, "I want to kill Jin Chu!"

"Heal the King Hu first." Yang Qingyin knew Lao Chi and knew that it was not enough to have orders alone.

Lao Chu stopped, looked down at the soft king tiger, and said pitifully: "Is there any help? Several broken teeth and bones."

"Go and find Feifei."

Among the beast masters, Feifei is best at healing his wounds. Lao Chi felt hope in his heart. He glanced at Jincuo hatefully and ran towards the forest. After a few steps, his feet became soft and he almost fell. He was injured himself, but he didn't have time to check.

Gan Zhiwei followed behind with the same injured fire sparrow.

Yang Qingyin was full of doubts, "Xiao Hao, use illusion to view his memory."

"After using it, his Niwan Palace is as chaotic and strong as a strange beast. I can't attack it. Only Mu Xingqiu can do it." Xiao Hao said.

Mu Xingqiu was in seclusion for many days, which was different from the daily practice of the beast master, so he could not be woken up casually.

A unicorn ran out of the forest. The fleas that were originally guarding Mu Xingqiu came over. They stopped beside Jincuo, lowered their heads and sniffed them lightly.

"Hey, fleas have really learned illusion." Xiao Hao said in surprise. She could detect signs of illusion. "The illusion of spiritual beasts is more suitable for dealing with this kind of strange beast-like Niwan Palace."

The light flashed between the two corners of the flea, and it slowly faded after a long time. It turned around and ran back into the forest.

The coldness in Jincu's eyes decreased a little, revealing a little confusion, and a vague sound came from under the rope, which neither Yang Qingyin nor Xiao Hao understood.

The bald man who had been floating beside him suddenly screamed excitedly, "Mu Dong'er, he is talking about Mu Dong'er!"

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