"Kill him!"

With a low roar, it seemed as if a horn was blowing. Dozens of Jindan monks were crazy and rushed towards Yang Qing in a desperate situation.

"this..."

Yang Qing twitched his face, and he didn't stay for a moment, and then turned around and ran away!

The sudden action of the Asura clan directly disrupted the deployment of the entire battlefield.

The golden elixir monks in Wanhua City look at me and I look at you, and a "p" arises in their hearts

What is this? The war between races, serious and solemn matters, were directly messed up!

"Quick! Protect that boy!"

Someone called him, and many Jindan monks turned their heads and chased after him.

There was a thought in my mind, when did the foundation-building monks become so cool? Nearly thirty golden elixir monks actually fought offensive and defensive battles with him as the center?

"Damn!"

After avoiding a cold light, Yang Qing cursed and almost collapsed in his heart.

You Jindan bosses, each of you has opponents, and you chase me and you are fucking me? This is a mess!

While cursing in his heart, Yang Qing's steps became faster and faster. In the end, he turned into a thunderous light, flashing wildly on the battlefield.

And behind him, dozens of Jindan monks looked desperate, and the genius awesome! They fight so well, and they run even better!

The sparks and lightning were all the way. In just one stick of incense, Yang Qing dragged a large group of Jindan monks around the battlefield for a long time!

Asura was confused by the many monks who were fighting along the way. What's wrong?

Some unknown golden elixirs also walked along. After this circle, more and more people were hanging behind Yang Qing!

In the end, it became a dark place!

How does it feel to be chased by no less than a hundred golden elixir monks?

Me, Yang Qing! Now, more than a hundred golden elixirs are chasing me, I am very panicked! What should I do? Ask for help! Very urgent! Wait online!

"Fuck! Don't chase me! You each have their own opponents, you can fight them! What kind of hero is bullying me, a little foundation building!"

While running, Yang Qing turned around and shouted.

The monks of the Asura clan suddenly turned their faces down. Little Foundation Building? Can your small foundation kill the golden elixir? Your small foundation building runs so fast? Can you run away with more than a hundred golden elixirs? Are you teasing us!

The monks in Wanhua City also looked a little dark and started to fight them. Isn’t that just talking about us? To be honest, we don’t want to chase them like this, but if you attract the almost ordinary golden elixir, how can we not chase them? If you don’t chase them, something big will happen!

A lazy donkey rolled on the spot, and Yang Qing narrowly avoided a thread of spiritual power, his face turned pale.

The reason why he can still jump like this is because the root of the seven-leaf clover is supporting it? Now, the medicinal effects contained in the root of the seven-leaf clover are almost exhausted!

If you continue chasing like this, unless Yang Qing swallows another one, then only one will die! But swallowing another one is not a problem! After all, these are external forces. If they really need to be consumed, Yang Qing will still have to die!

"No, no! You have to do something and let them work hard, otherwise they will be exhausted!"

His face turned blue, and Yang Qingdan was in great pain. While dodging and running away, he was still observing the movements in the field.

If you expect a monk who builds the foundation or a lower level, you will definitely be unsuccessful, and you will only have the ending of increasing casualties.

Nascent Soul! Only by introducing many golden elixir monks into the Nascent Soul or God-transforming battle circle can Yang Qing have hope of survival!

In the long run, both sides chose to fight against soldiers and generals!

Cultivators of different levels have their own battle circles and are very strict in their divisions!

Because once a high-level strong man falls a loophole, the cultivators at the lower level below will suffer!

Take the Nascent Soul monk as an example. Once a Nascent Soul enters the battle circle of the Golden Elixir Foundation Establishment monk, isn’t that equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth?

No need for an incense stick! The Nascent Soul Cultivator can kill no less than ten golden elixirs! Or hundreds of foundation-building people!

That lethality is not at the same level at all!

He looked up and looked above. The battle circle of the Nascent Soul monk was very high, at an altitude of three thousand meters!

As for the god-transforming monk, it is even taller! It is less than ten thousand meters!

"boom!"

A violent collision rumbling sounded, and a higher-level god-transforming monk fought in the void!

They had been lukewarm before, but now they finally got angry, and everyone's hearts were trembling with the roar.

“…”

"Well... the power of the gods is so terrifying? Meow meow?"

Yang Qing muttered strangely and then rushed up.

He no longer expects a thousand meters above the altitude. Not to mention whether he can fly up, he can't stand the remaining power generated by the war of transforming the gods!

He is here to cause trouble, not to give away his head!

"Boss of Nascent Souls! I'm bringing you warmth!"

A lightning flashed, and in less than three breaths, Yang Qing came to a height of three thousand meters. The surrounding Nascent Soul was beaten well, and Yang Qing suddenly rushed out and looked dark.

Tell me about you, it’s okay if you are doing the wind and rain below, but you have brought everyone with you on your horse!

One hundred golden elixir monks and the Nascent Soul must avoid their sharp edge!

After doing this, the Nascent Soul War stopped fighting and ran away with a look of bad luck.

"Hey hey! Senior in front! Don't run away! I'm sending you warmth! Look! I'll bring you a vote of low-level monks! Kill now!"

Yang Qing quickly followed the dozen Nascent Soul monks in front of him, shouting.

However, the dozen Nascent Souls in front seemed to have not heard it, and they still kept their heads shining all the way.

"No! Boss! Brother! Brother die!"

Yang Qing had a bitter face and reached out to recall the Nascent Soul monk in front of him, but the Nascent Soul in front of him was still indifferent.

But their hearts were so angry. What the hell is that the younger you are in this generation? If you keep calling, wouldn’t we become your juniors?

"mmp! Don't even give you warmth!"

After glanced at the back, there was still a large area of ​​darkness. Yang Qing was so tired!

They are all hooligans! Reckless men! They ignore the overall situation!
Chapter completed!