"What a quick action, what did these monks in the sea use? Why did they defeat the island protection array in less than a moment?" Cui Po looked at the light blue light curtain that was about to disappear in front of him, revealing a look of shock.

"The mountain protection arrays of all sects are all things at the bottom of the box. It is not easy to set up magic arrays on Moshan Island, but they should not be broken so easily." Mr. Yin stood in the air, tilting his folding fan, but he looked puzzled.

Chen Han waved his hand and dispersed the surrounding black clouds, whispering, "The round-bead magic weapon I saw before was said to be imitated according to Lei Zhenzi's secret technique. Although its power is far less than that, it is obviously more than enough for the island protection array that has been set up in a hurry."

"Lei Zhenzi imitation? No wonder..." Mr. Yin nodded slightly, his doubts greatly reduced.

Ning An followed behind the people, looking at the small island that was not too big in front of him, but he narrowed his eyes slightly, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After talking for a few words, they all stopped, just looking into the distance, stretching their necks

In about a quarter of an hour, I saw several lights flying out of the island in the distance, and there were shocking spiritual pressure and loud bangs in the distance.

After observing the escape light in the distance for a while, Chen Han immediately shouted in surprise, "It should be that the Jindan monk of the Jailing Sect was forced out. As expected, there were not many Jindan monks of the Jailing Sect garrison here."

"Then you're not going in quickly, it's better to kill all their disciples." Seeing this, Cui Po snorted lightly, shook the jade crutch in her hand gently, summoned a strong wind to wrap it up, and fled quickly to the distance.

When the other people saw each other, they were all casters, followed closely. Only Ning'an Yuqi Caiyun followed without any haste.

After a while, a few people arrived in a mountain depression next to a building complex made of bamboo houses. At this moment, fire was surrounded by smoke, black fog, and a doomsday scene.

According to the map provided by Chen Han, this should be just a gathering place for foundation-building disciples. For example, there are four or five places in Moshan Island.

But at this moment, I saw no figure of the Golden Pill monk. Only five or six lights kept passing through it. Wherever I passed, there were shrill screams sounded.

Ning An swept the five or six escape lights and clearly saw that these people were dressed in black robes, and they were obviously monks from the sea that were robbed here.

"I'm one step late, there should be no living." Mr. Yin closed his eyes slightly, scanned the entire building complex, and sighed slightly.

Cui Po smiled coldly, pointed the jade crutch in her hand toward her, and immediately summoned a tornado three or four feet long from the air, roaring and raging in the wooden house.

"Cui Po, there are opportunities to take revenge. It's important to rush to the next place." Seeing this, Chen Han urged, then turned over and rode a giant yellow bird on it.

In about a quarter of an hour, a huge building complex that was connected to heaven and earth appeared in front of several people. A few corners in the distance had already lit up bright fires, and waves of magic power were heard.

"There must be many disciples here." Seeing this, Chen Han immediately showed excitement and pointed in one direction and said, "Go over there."

Ning An looked along his fingers and saw a darkness in the dense buildings in the distance. Obviously, there was no monk stepping into the foot. Chen Han beat the yellow bird and flew away first again.

In less than a moment, Ning'an and others rushed into the complex, but after flying over the sky for a while, they suddenly felt that the complex looked like an empty city, without any figure.

"Something is wrong here..." Seeing this, Cui Po suddenly felt puzzled, but before she finished speaking, three figures suddenly appeared silently not far away in front of the five people.

Seeing this scene, the five people stopped at the same time and looked at the three figures in front of them.

What was a bit unexpected to Ning An was that one of the three was Zhuangzhu Zhao from Honglian Peak, the other two monks were obese monks with big belly, and the other was a middle-aged beauty wearing a green robe.

After the postmaster Zhao appeared, he said nothing. With a smile, he took a step forward, and swung his sleeves, and suddenly five magic weapons of different shapes emerged from the cuffs and flew towards Ning'an and the others.

I saw a flash of inspiration and a ray of light filled the sky. The power of the throne Zhao was the only one who wanted to take down the five people.

Without further ado, the few people knew that they had met the Jindan elder of the Jailing Sect and used their own skills. After a violent collision, they stopped all the magic weapons of the Palm Zhao.

In front of Ning An was a long sword with a blue light. The light was so strong that it made people feel a little confused. In addition, it was so elusive that it was difficult to deal with the white silk in his hand. In a moment, the robe was cut off by several corners.

"Old guy, you three are just trying to deal with us. You are a little whimsical. You may as well take advantage of the chaos now, why don't you run away quickly?" Mr. Yin held a folding fan and waved left and right to stop a mother-son blade, shouting at the head of Zhao.

The Parcel Zhao controlled five magic weapons against the enemy at the same time, and he still looked extremely relaxed. It was obviously a perfect practice of practicing magic weapons.

As my fingers trembled slightly, Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "Although it is difficult to kill you, I am enough to trap you alone, and we are more than three."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "swooshing" breaking through the air came again, and only two black shadows were seen fleeing towards this side from a distance.

"This old guy has some tricks, evacuate from here first and then make a decision." Seeing this, Chen Han shouted immediately. He sent two giant green wolves, pushed a giant red hammer in front of him, turned around and flew outwards.

"Where are you going!" The headmaster Zhao roared, swung his sleeves, and nearly ten magic weapons flew out from his sleeves again, all of which flashed with aura.

Fifteen or sixteen spiritual weapons are of all kinds, including light twilight short blades, powerful silver heavy hammers as strong as Mount Tai, weird golden photon mother blades, and sharp green swords

The throne Zhao did not simply gather magic weapons together and smashed them roughly at Ning'an and the others, but was like fifteen or sixteen people controlling them at the same time. Each spiritual weapon wielded its own characteristics, and its power increased when it cooperated with each other.

The white silk in Ning An's hand danced wildly and was pressed tightly by a heavy hammer. The green sword kept swinging the white silk, and another small dagger was waiting for an opportunity to move. He almost cut his throat after several moves. Young Master Yin and others were almost in a similar situation to him. They were all in danger.

Although Ning An and his men did not use the spell at all, Zhang Zun Zhao controlled more than a dozen spiritual weapons at the same time and seemed to do it casually. His expression was still extremely relaxed at this moment.

The realm of both Jindan monks, the elders of the sect are far from the same as these people. The fat monks and middle-aged beautiful women who were beside each other obviously had already anticipated this situation. They all stood quietly and had no intention of interfering.

(End of this chapter)
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