At this time, Bai Rou also waved her hand, and two rays of light, one blue and one black, from the distant sky flew in front of her.
It was a long green whip, and its surface was like a green python. Although it had a faint green sheen, the spirit inside it was already dead.
The black one is a tortoise shell-shaped shield with large pits and bumps on its surface.
These two magical weapons were used by the two trapped Jindan monks before, but most of them were destroyed under the attack of hundreds of puppets at great expense of spirit stones.
But Bai Rou still took it away directly.
At this time, the storage bags also flew in front of her. Bai Rou did not explore them anymore, but hung them all around her waist.
“Although the whip and shield were badly damaged, they are still the magic weapons of Jindan cultivators. Although their grades will be lowered after re-refining, they can still match the number of spirit stones that the puppet just mentioned!”
Bai Rou was thinking in her mind that if her expenses were not enough to cover her income, she would lose in this battle.
When the two foreign Jindan cultivators flew over to attack, they collided with her head-on. In order to kill Bai Rou as soon as possible, the two of them joined forces without hesitation.
In their opinion, the weak Bai Rou would die in their hands in three breaths at most, but in the end, Bai Rou showed her ferocious fangs in an instant, and a dense crowd of puppets appeared in front of her with a wave of her hand...
The cultivators fighting near Bai Rou were Sun Guoshu and others from the Four Symbols Peak who had gathered together before. After being entangled by the enemy, they had no time to care about others.
But at this moment, both the monks from the Four Symbols Peak and their opponents noticed this scene. They were still fighting with each other, but Bai Rou had already killed two people. They were all stunned.
Bai Rou looked over calmly at this time, and waved her hand again. Dozens of puppets appeared around her again, which made the demons and foreign monks who were rushing over shiver.
"Senior Sister Bai, you are amazing!"
Sun Guoshu's voice came over, with excitement in his voice...
With the sound of "rustling", colorful characters flew out of the letter in Li Wuyi's hand, as if they were alive.
The character "stone" smashed, the character "axe" chopped, the character "knife" cut, and the character "gun" brought out a streak of light and stabbed straight forward.
This made the traitorous cultivator from the South China Sea on the opposite side exhausted, and he was almost exhausted after just a few encounters. He was a powerful cultivator in the False Infant Realm, one small realm higher than Li Wuyi.
Of course he knew Li Wuyi's name, but as a core disciple of a first-rate sect, he was actually not convinced by the disciples of the four major sects.
Especially after he learned an ancient magic technique from a monk from a foreign land, he felt even more powerful every time he fought with others in the days that followed.
Even some old-school fake-infant monks could only fight him to a draw.
Therefore, when the battle started just now, he set his sights on Li Wuyi, Wang Lang, Baili Yuan and others. If he could kill one of them, he would be famous all over the world.
As for Qiu Jiuzhen, he was a little scared. As a cultivator from the South China Sea, Qiu Jiuzhen was more famous, although his realm was not as good as Li Wuyi and Wang Lang.
Qiu Jiuzhen now seemed like a madman, her body covered in blood. In this short period of time, she had killed one person and seriously injured another.
Every strike by Qiu Jiuzhen was intended to kill both parties, and it was impossible to tell whether the blood on his body was his own or someone else's.
This monk from the South China Sea was naturally unwilling to fight with others, as he still wanted to achieve eternal immortality in the future.
So, he immediately set his sights on Li Wuyi who was not far away, but after fighting with him for just a few breaths, this South China Sea cultivator regretted his decision so much.
In just over ten breaths, one of his golden bell defense magic weapons was destroyed by Li Wuyi, which caused him to lose a lot of confidence in his defense, which he was proud of.
He kept dodging desperately, trying to increase the distance between himself and Li Wuyi through fighting, or to drag Li Wuyi into other people's battle groups.
Li Wuyi moved back and forth in the air like the wind, keeping the South China Sea monk firmly within his attack range. He even had time to glance at a higher place in the distance out of the corner of his eye.
But when he turned around again, his aura became even more fierce.
"Junior brother has killed a fellow cultivator of the same level in less than ten breaths. It has been more than ten breaths. He is just a spineless fake infant cultivator, but he can still fight with me. Humph!"
Suddenly, his left hand's fingers slid across the cylindrical scroll like a sword. At the same time, a blush appeared on Li Wuyi's fair face.
After casting the spell this time, no characters flew out, which surprised the traitorous monk from the South China Sea in front of him.
His spiritual sense had always been firmly locked onto Li Wuyi. Every time he shook the jade slip in his hand, a sea of characters would appear, as if he was determined to drown him in the ocean of characters.
But why was there no follow-up attack this time? Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. When he looked back again, his face changed drastically.
As he was retreating, a blood-red word "门" (door) that was more than a person's height suddenly appeared without any warning.
This character appeared silently, as if it had been floating there all the time. When the traitorous monk from the South China Sea sensed it, he could no longer avoid it with his flying speed, and he plunged headfirst into it.
Then, the whole person disappeared out of thin air, and then a shrill scream came from the blood-red word "门".
What’s even more horrifying is that as the scream was uttered, a series of “puffing” sounds came from inside the “door”.
What followed was a series of dazzling blood arrows being "squeezed" out, as if someone's body was squeezed to pieces...
After seeing this scene, Wei Chituo and the two demons who were not far away couldn't help but shrink their necks, and felt a chill on the back of their necks.
They had all fought with Li Wuyi, and were all badly beaten in the end. No one knew how many characters were refined in Li Wuyi's cylindrical scroll, as if it was endless.
Each character has a completely different attack effect, and the character "门" is one that both the man and the two monsters have seen before.
All three of them had been captured, except that Li Wuyi did not use the killing method. However, they were also tortured to death and were only released after their faces were bruised and swollen.
Because of this incident, the two demons even teamed up to beat up Wei Chituo, all because of this guy's instigation...
There was a dark blue smoke around Hu Chen Wu Ding. Other groups avoided it from afar. A fat demon, twice as wide as Hu Chen Wu Ding, was trapped in it. He was advancing slowly towards the edge of the dark blue smoke like a boat sailing against the current.
His fat chest rose and fell violently, and the magic patterns on his body were like ferocious centipedes that came to life, swaying and moving among the fat.
With every step the fat demon cultivator took forward, a large amount of oil would seep out as the magic patterns on his body swayed, and his body would shrink slightly.
With every step forward, the fat demon cultivator would let out a roar of pain!
There was a ruthless cold light flashing in Hu Chen Wuding's eyes. He knew that this fat demon cultivator would never be able to walk out of the deep blue smoke.
"Although I don't know when I can form a fetus, at least I am not a waste in the Golden Core Realm. I am no longer the waste that was looked down upon by others!"
Hu Chen Wu Ding was thinking silently in his heart...
He turned a deaf ear to the shouts and cries of killing that filled the surroundings, and just watched quietly as the fat demon cultivator shrank quickly.
Until it looked like a withered skeleton, with a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, in the desperate eyes of the demon cultivator, the whole body fell apart and disappeared into a puff of green smoke in the deep blue smoke...
The situation was not always the same on the entire battlefield. Many of the Jindan from the Wuliang Sect and the Jindan from the guests who came to congratulate them had also died.
At this time, Qiu Jiuzhen was facing a foreign monk in black robe again.
"Tai Xuan Sect monk, you are defeated!"
The foreign monk in black robe saw the Taoist robe on Qiu Jiuzhen and sneered in a low and old voice. He saw Qiu Jiuzhen killing and injuring her opponents one after another, so he flashed and stood in front of her.
Qiu Jiuzhen's beautiful eyes were filled with red. She had not yet recovered from the death of her junior sister. With a sweep of her spiritual sense, she discovered that the other person was an old man with wrinkles on his face, and his strength had reached the False Infant Realm.
Qiu Jiuzhen was not afraid of this at all. She didn't want to waste time talking. She held a long clear water sword in each hand and slashed forward with the two swords crossed.
Immediately, a green "X"-shaped sword light appeared in front of her. The sword light quickly swept through the space, from small to large. Wherever it passed, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon, and a green phantom was formed, moving forward rapidly.
The old foreign monk in black robe also wields magic weapons in both hands. His magic weapon is a pair of hammers, but they are completely different from Wei Chongran's.
The golden hammer heads of the twin hammers were only the size of an adult's fist and were covered with strange patterns, making them look like a pair of unripe watermelons.
The handle of the hammer is extremely long, even slightly longer than Qiu Jiuzhen's entire sword.
The green "cross" slash appeared in front of him in a flash. If he couldn't dodge in time, he would be cut into four pieces like the monk before.
Then the green "cross" would spin violently, and the golden elixir locked at the intersection of the "cross" would be stirred into blood foam all over the sky.
This scene was seen clearly by the old black-robed foreign monk. He just held the hammer in one hand and smashed it forward fiercely.
As he struck, a golden arc of electricity appeared in front of the hammer head, wrapped around the hammer head and hit the green "cross" slash.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, a large ball of green and gold air burst out in the air, spreading out in a circular shape.
The green "cross" slash spun violently, trying to crush the opponent's hammer head, but unexpectedly the opponent's hammer head suddenly vibrated and hit at an extremely fast speed.
In just a moment, thousands of hammers were struck continuously, and the green light of the green "cross" slash trembled and turned into stars in the sky.
At the same time, the space behind Qiu Jiuzhen fluctuated slightly, and a grasshopper covered with patterns appeared behind her.
This grasshopper has a slender body and upright hind legs. As soon as it appeared, it spewed out a long tongue from between its two fangs. The long tongue was very strange, with a fist-sized golden sphere in front and a thin tongue root dragging behind.
It looks very much like the long hammer in the hands of an old black-robed foreign monk.
The long tongue struck at the back of Qiu Jiuzhen's head like lightning. Qiu Jiuzhen did not turn around. She swung her slender body and the long sword in her right hand pierced back from her armpit.
With a "ding" sound, Qiu Jiuzhen only felt a strong force coming from her hand. Although she blocked the attack, there was still a big gap between her magic power and that of the opponent. She involuntarily slid forward several feet.
She took this opportunity to relieve the force, and at the moment she leaned over and slid out, the old black-robed foreign monk in the distance curled his lips into a sneer.
The skinny fingers stretched and bent in front of his chest, as if controlling something invisible, and then a dry vine suddenly appeared out of thin air under Qiu Jiuzhen's feet.
This withered vine appeared without any warning. Even if Qiu Jiuzhen had sensed the sneak attack from behind before, she was caught off guard this time. Her pair of jade feet were immediately wrapped by the withered vine.
The two sides only faced each other once, and their movements were extremely fast. If there were a foundation-building cultivator watching the fight, it would have been a flash of lightning.
This old black-robed foreign monk not only blocked Qiu Jiuzhen's attack in a very short time, but also unexpectedly launched two counterattacks almost simultaneously.
Qiu Jiuzhen's reaction was also extremely fast. She swung the two swords in her hands directly towards her ankles. However, just as her two swords hit the dead vines as fast as lightning, she felt that the place where the two swords were cutting was blocked by a thick layer of something.
Then, Qiu Jiuzhen felt a huge force rapidly spreading upwards from her feet, making her feel that she could no longer communicate with the external spiritual energy, and her own magic power was isolated from the outside world.
An unstoppable force wrapped her tightly and kept shrinking. Qiu Jiuzhen felt that the spiritual power in her body seemed to be squeezed out of her body. For a moment, she could no longer move.
Unfortunately, she had all these magical powers, but she only had time to take the initiative once.
At this moment, to outsiders, the withered vine had long disappeared from the feet of Qiu Jiuzhen's slender body. Her body was wrapped in a layer of gray sand, but she still retained the posture of slashing with both swords.
The old foreign monk in black robe flashed in front of Qiu Jiuzhen and raised the corner of his mouth with disdain. The various monsters in the turbulent space were much more difficult and cunning than these monks.
This withered vine was refined using the "withered vine dust" in the turbulent space. It was extremely useful in sealing the magic power of monks. However, this magic weapon would only be useful if it touched the body of the monk.
The old foreign monk in black robe looked at Qiu Jiuzhen's graceful figure and the angry eyes that were just exposed. A hint of lust flashed in his eyes, but he knew the importance of the matter.
As he raised his hands, the other long hammer that had disappeared before also came into his hands. The double hammers, with the sound of wind, hit Qiu Jiuzhen's temples on both sides of his head fiercely!