Bro also made a swipe with his right hand, and a silver disk of moonlight, like a rotating full moon, cut towards the neck of another person with a sharp whistle.
The monks on the left and right who attacked Bro at the same time should be from the same sect. They were wearing the same clothes, and even when they had lost their minds, they still cooperated very well.
Obviously, this offensive and defensive awareness has long been deeply rooted in the blood of both of them.
The burly monk on the right growled, and suddenly raised the huge pestle in his hand. With a "clang" sound, the sharp edge of the flying silver moonlight plate cut on it.
During the continuous rotation, a series of sparks burst out from the pestle, followed by a teeth-grinding sound, and then the upper end of the pestle was cut off in two.
The longer part below was still firmly grasped by the burly monk. He quickly retracted his neck and hid his head, dodging the moon-transforming silver plate that was cutting towards his neck at the critical moment.
The tall monk on the left side moved and instantly threw out two red talismans in his hands. The talismans also grew in the wind, and one of them became the size of a door panel and collided with the gold brick.
With a loud "boom", a dazzling ball of red and white light exploded between him and Bro, making the nearby monks dizzy.
Another red talisman turned into a red hill and smashed heavily into Bro's face. Before the talisman reached him, Bro felt a tingling heat all over his body and his skin trembled.
"Fire poison!"
Bro was shocked. The cultivator on the left was an immortal cultivator who was good at talisman attacks. He could use just one of these two talismans to counter his "Falling Dragon Bricks" and was not at a disadvantage at all.
This shows that not only is this talisman of high rank, but even though the opponent has lost his mind, he has still estimated the attack power of his "Dragon Falling Brick" by instinct.
The talisman that was thrown at him arrived in an instant and covered him head-on. The space around Bro made a "cracking" sound, as if the space would shatter at any time.
Bro could imagine that if he was hit by this talisman, he would be crushed into a ball of meat in an instant.
Moreover, there is a "fire poison" refined in this talisman. If you take it head-on, even with a magic weapon, your heart meridian may be invaded and poisoned, and then your internal organs will be burned to ashes.
He couldn't retreat to avoid it either, because the area of the talisman had turned into a huge wall and would definitely follow him like a shadow.
Everything happened in an instant. Bro's mind raced, and his body rushed in front of the burly monk on the right side. The monk was just being repelled and there was a gap.
Seeing the burly monk shrinking his head and hiding his neck, Bro's silver moonlight passed by, and there was no time for him to stop Bro. The monks fought so quickly that Bro's body had already pounced forward as soon as he thought about it.
Bro wanted to take this opportunity to distance himself from the two men and escape from the encirclement, but the moment Bro pounced, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart.
A terrifying breath of death instantly spread throughout his body. Bro felt a chill all over his body and for a moment he had no idea what was going on.
As he rushed forward, his shoulders shook instinctively, and a bamboo branch suddenly emerged from the mouth of the bamboo basket behind him. The bamboo branch was shining with green light and was straight all over. There were three emerald green bamboo leaves, two large and one small, growing on the top of the branch.
Visible ripples spread out from the three emerald green bamboo leaves, and Bro was immediately enveloped by the entire bamboo branch, as if covered by a layer of green gauze.
At the same time, a yellow light flashed under Bro's feet, and a torn oilcloth appeared under his feet. Bro's body, which had already been thrown out and could not be retracted, was suddenly pulled to the left by the torn oilcloth under his feet.
Bro's body was tilted, as if he was about to fall down, and his whole body was pulled horizontally and stood up, except for the sturdy monk on his right who did not stand up.
When the tall monk on the left collided with Bro's "Dragon Falling Brick" due to the first talisman, his body swayed, leaving a gap half a person's width.
Bro was instantly pulled to the left side of the gap and quickly moved away from the monk on the right side. Two "puff!" sounds were heard, and Bro let out a muffled groan.
Before the tall monk on the left could react, he just passed by him quickly, and his body was carried more than thirty feet away by the torn oilcloth.
When Bro managed to steady himself again, his face was pale. If he had not reacted a little faster, he would have been beheaded.
Just below his left ear, there was a bloody hole on his face, with blood gushing out of it, and the white tooth sockets were vaguely visible inside.
At this moment, just where he had taken a step to the right, a black crow was staring at Bro with a pair of sinister eyes.
Blood was still dripping from the tip of its pointed beak, and its throat moved as if it had swallowed a large piece of flesh and blood.
Bro didn't care about the severe pain on his face. He was so shocked by the cooperation between these two insane monks that he couldn't react.
Although his attack just now seemed to be quick and swift, he was still outmaneuvered by the opponent.
Bro saw the moonlight disk cut off a piece of the pestle in the hand of the sturdy monk on the right. It was not cut off by him, but clearly done intentionally by the other party.
No one knew what method that man used to make the pestle, but it had already been refined and merged with his monster. The black crow was just the small part at the top of the pestle.
After being hit by him, it pretended to be cut off and flew into the air. This was normal in the eyes of any cultivator. It was just a small "cut" piece of pestle. This was normal in a fight. It was the same when a bad magic weapon was destroyed or exploded. The direction of the pestle when it fell was exactly in Bro's direction, so Bro naturally didn't care.
What's more, at this time, the monk Fu Lu on the left also attacked. No one would be willing to face Fu Lu's power directly, so Bro focused most of his attention on his left side.
Being attacked from both sides, Bro naturally wanted to rush out from the gap in the right front where he was pushed back. Anyone would think that this was the best route to choose.
Bro made exactly such a choice, but at the last moment, his super intuition, which he had honed on the brink of death after being beaten by Zuo Qiudan in the "Northern Dark Demon Tower", saved him.
As soon as he threw his body out, Bro felt a fierce attack coming at his head. At the critical moment, Bro could no longer retract his body.
He had no choice but to desperately raise bamboo branches from the bamboo basket to protect his body. At the same time, the torn oilcloth that had not been used also flashed out.
Li Yan was extremely jealous of this piece of torn oilcloth at the beginning. Although its speed was slower than that of "Chuanyunliu", its flexible turning in a small range was far beyond the reach of "Chuanyunliu".
It can make rapid turns and dash at extremely small and tricky angles.
The moment the torn oilcloth appeared, it made an extremely quick and small turn. This turn was made when Bro's body had already rushed out. It was something that the monk could not reverse by his own strength, but the torn oilcloth did it.
In the nick of time, he turned to another direction with Bro, and Bro was able to unload most of the power of the Black Crow's attack.
However, since the opponent's attack had reached his body surface, large chunks of flesh were pecked off Bro's face. Just as the black crow was about to take the opportunity to attack again, the green ripples emanating from the bamboo branches behind Bro's body finally covered Bro's entire body.
So, the black crow's second attack was to peck at the layer of green gauze with a "bang!" sound, which made Bro's head buzz. He was about to faint, but he managed to hold on.
The cooperation between these two South China Sea monks was almost seamless, which showed that they used to do this kind of cooperation frequently when they were awake, otherwise they would not be so adept at it.
"White-eyed corpse crow!"
After Bro saw the black crow clearly, he shook his dizzy head and exclaimed in a low voice with some horror.
The "White-eyed Corpse Crow" is close to the 200th place on the monster rankings. Although it is already outside the top 100, the monsters within the top 100 are almost all ancient or even prehistoric monsters that have become extinct in the mortal world.
Therefore, even though it is ranked close to 200th among monsters, it is still a very powerful existence. It is rare on the Wild Moon Continent. It likes cold weather and is vicious in nature.
Bro had heard before that this kind of monster had appeared in the extremely cold land in the northwest of the Wild Moon Continent. Wherever it appeared, it was often accompanied by a large number of zombies.
The "White-eyed Corpse Crow" likes to hunt zombies for food. It often uses its sharp claws and beak to cut open the chest and abdomen of zombies, and then drills into those colorful things, or uses the zombies' bodies as nests.
After slowly devouring a zombie from the inside out, it will look for another zombie's body to make its nest. It rarely goes out in its entire life. It is either looking for zombies or devouring zombies, so few people see it.
Who would have thought that this monk from the South China Sea would actually have such a monster as his companion, and had already integrated it with the magic weapon in his hand to such a level of harmony.
But when Bro looked again, the monk holding the blue-black pestle had raised his head again.
But at this time, Bro looked at the pestle in his hand and it looked like a thigh bone of a zombie. He understood many things at once.
The two monks did not give Bro a chance to escape. They paused for a moment, then pounced on him again.
Among a group of demon cultivators a few miles behind them, one of them let out a "hehe" sound.
"That bamboo basket is really a great treasure. The rags, bamboo branches, and even the magic weapon that appeared earlier are all good things of extraordinary quality. I'll definitely get this kid!"
The other demon cultivators beside this demon cultivator also showed greed and cruelty in their eyes, but after hesitating for a while, they finally turned their heads away.
They had already made an agreement between them that the cultivator they targeted first would be theirs, and other demon cultivators could not interfere unless the cultivator gave up voluntarily or died.
Therefore, the other demon cultivators could only feel dissatisfied in their hearts, but they were helpless at this time. This kind of thing could only rely on luck, and they could not aim to snatch Bro.
While Wuye, Bro and others were fighting fiercely, the rest of them also engaged the enemy one after another.
Tao Yishan came from a third-rate small sect under the jurisdiction of Shibuyuan. The sect's reputation was as unknown as Tao Yishan himself.
Tao Yishan is the leader of this sect and also its hope. The only supreme elder is already very old and is not far from the deadline of 200 years in the foundation-building stage.
Tao Yishan succeeded in building his foundation at the age of fifty, entered the middle stage of foundation building at the age of eighty, entered the late stage of foundation building at the age of one hundred and twelve, reached the great perfection of foundation building at the age of one hundred and twenty, and entered the false elixir stage at the age of one hundred and thirty-four.
As time went on, his cultivation progressed more and more smoothly, which made the entire sect full of hope for him. With more than 60 years of cultivation, perhaps their sect leader would be able to enter the legendary golden elixir.
By then, they can be led into the ranks of second-rate sects. Although there are less than thirty people in the entire sect, this is also the greatest wish of the elders and masters of this small sect.