Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 645 I don't like your honesty

A sinister sentence came out of Meng Yun's mouth when he was rushing to kill.

"Son of a bitch!"

Meng Yun fell in mid-air with a dark face. Everything happened so suddenly.

He hated the thing called "Words Come True" which was both useless and extremely powerful.

The words from the old Taoist clearly had no power at all, but they made it impossible for him to resist.

Taking advantage of the moment when Meng Yun fell, the old Taoist smashed down hard with Xu Yue.

The dazzling sword intent burst out with incomparably brilliant brilliance, and then two figures, one above and one below, quickly collided with each other.

The battle between spiritual powers was like the sound of thousands of drums, with constant rumbling sounds.

The ruins of the old city were collapsed.

The fire phoenix in the sky fell into a sea of ​​blood.

The two figures in the air caused the mountains and rivers to shake.

The sea water below continued to flow back, flooding several miles away.

Even so, Meng Yun was still the winner. The ghost den descended with him, covering the place with a gloomy shadow, and all things perished wherever he passed.

In just a few moments, the surroundings were turned into a dead zone.

Tsk~tsk~
The phoenix cried in the sky, and the waves of the sea of ​​blood began to surge, making the Fire Phoenix's image flicker, and the red feathers kept falling down with rustling sounds.

The old Taoist kept changing his position, but was always controlled by the opponent's murderous intent.

As the two of them entangled, their figures appeared and disappeared mysteriously, stars fell one after another, and they continued to fight with the shadows in the netherworld.

Perhaps noticing the changes in the sea of ​​blood, the old Taoist shouted loudly.

"Get out."

The spirit of the weapon was also shouting.

Being able to participate in a battle between powerful beings in this form is incredible enough.

But this time the consumption was too great, which was completely different from the fight between Lei Wang and others.

The sea of ​​blood was consuming Han Yu's sea of ​​consciousness power all the time.

If it weren't for the combination of fire and wood, Han Yu might not even have the chance to compete with the opponent's sea of ​​blood.

"Rush out while you still have the strength left."

The spirit of the weapon yelled.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, turned around and looked around, seeing a sea of ​​red all around.

A phoenix turned around, and the huge figure flapped its wings. It was miserable how it had just come in, and now it had to figure out how to get out.

The old Taoist felt more and more uncomfortable the more he fought. Although Meng Yun did not have many tricks, he was stronger and had higher cultivation than him. In the end, it was not easy to beat him.

If Han Yu hadn't been there to hold back the sea of ​​blood, he would probably have been defeated long ago.

So he wanted to retreat and also wanted to take Han Yu away with him.

"Within thirty breaths, whoever moves between you and me will suffer a backlash of spiritual power."

Suddenly, the old Taoist showed a look of determination, and then suddenly activated Tianxian again.

This time, Tian Xian had obviously triggered some kind of taboo. The moment he spoke it out loud, the old Taoist's face became visibly depressed.

Just at this moment, the fire phoenix rushed out of the sea of ​​blood.

"Take me away now."

The old Taoist stood there motionless, not daring to move, and could only communicate through voice.

In less than twenty breaths, Meng Yun's face was gloomy and uncertain. He wanted to take action repeatedly, but was afraid of the backlash of his spiritual power.

When Han Yu swooped down, he carried the old Taoist on his back with his Dharma image and quickly fled into the sky.

After walking a hundred miles away, perhaps because some time had passed, the old Taoist suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. At the same time, the spirit of the weapon was also shouting in its sea of ​​consciousness.

"You've run out of strength!"

As if it weren't raining, the moment the spirit of the weapon called out, the Fire Phoenix suddenly turned into sparks and scattered.

Han Yu's whole body went limp and he fell heavily downwards.

The old Taoist gathered his strength and immediately caught the man in mid-air. He split the chasm open with his bare hands and quickly escaped into it.

After a few breaths, Meng Yun rushed over with murderous aura, but he could only sense that the aura was cut off here and stomped his feet in the same place.

"Son of a bitch!"

Meng Yun was so angry that his chest heaved. He didn't expect that the other party could escape even in this situation. It really made him angry.

He was particularly unwilling to give in, so he transformed into a ghost den on the spot. A gloomy ghost shadow tore a hole in the spot, and the person quickly jumped into it the next moment.

As the old Taoist priest was staggering, he had already carried Han Yu and cut through the natural chasm three times in a row, one from east to west and two turning to the south.

Even if Meng Yun wanted to chase her again, it would probably be extremely difficult.

The old Taoist looked at Han Yu's current condition and shook his head.

"I thought your Dharma image was amazing enough, but I didn't expect the side effects to be even more shocking."

His condition at this moment was exactly like a piece of roasted meat. Not only was he emitting the aroma of meat, but his entire body was covered with cracks.

"If you were a serious cultivator, it would be a waste of elixir even if you cured your injuries."

With injuries like this, the damage inside must be even more serious. Apart from anything else, all the meridians in the body are definitely completely destroyed.

The kind that cannot be cured even if you want to.

"It's a good thing you're not a serious monk."

The old Taoist couldn't help but feel lucky for him.

The weapon spirit also echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness, "If you were really a normal cultivator, the grass on your grave would be really tall."

Fortunately, Han Yu took the physical body path. As long as he didn't die, his body's powerful recovery ability would allow him to slowly survive.

Even though he was just a skeleton at the beginning, he was still able to regenerate into flesh and blood, which is enough to show how tough Han Yu is.

"I didn't expect that our friendship was so deep that you would help me so desperately."

Han Yu sacrificed his life to help, and the old Taoist is still very moved.

Han Yu was dying. He raised his head weakly and moved his lips with difficulty.

"What a bullshit friendship! That old bastard killed my friend!"

Thinking of Mo Xiuwen who was buried in the ruins, Han Yu felt extremely heavy.

He had already thought it through. Once his strength improved, he would chop the old guy into pieces as soon as possible, and then drown him in a toilet.

"Uh... they're not dead."

The old Taoist was startled for a moment, then he spoke with a strange look on his face.

So, this kid is not fighting for himself?
So he was moved in vain?
The old Taoist couldn't help but have the urge to throw the person away.

Han Yu also had the urge to curse, angry and happy at the same time, extremely complicated. "It was that kid's first batch of Tianxing Jade that saved him."

The old Taoist sighed. Just before Meng Yun's attack, he sensed something and raised a warning.

He couldn't say that they were able to evacuate completely, but the natives who were playing with the mechanisms on the other side where he was managed to escape successfully.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Han Yu couldn't help but get angry. The heaving of his chest pulled at the wound and he grimaced in pain.

"You didn't even ask the key question. I just saw you rushing in with your Dharma image."

The Taoist priest responded unhappily, and then threw out a question without thinking.

"If I had told you then, would you still come to help me?"

To be honest, if Han Yu had not done this to contain the sea of ​​blood, he might not have been able to escape today, and his life or death would most likely be in danger.

Han Yu was very frank, so frank that it made the old Taoist feel painful.

"will not."

Are you kidding? Who would want to die for no reason?

"Very good. Your honesty makes me very unhappy."

The old Taoist cursed with gritted teeth.

……

Su Xiaoxiao and the other four were in an equally miserable situation. They were being hunted by thirty-four Taoist monks, and there was also the stone bridge built by the bridge lady to block the natural ravine.

It can be said that there is no way to heaven and no door to earth.

The Taoist master Zou Shen has already played his best role and can block most of the means with his own body.

But he couldn't protect all directions after all, and the attacks from other angles had to be resisted by the remaining four people themselves.

It was fine at the beginning, but it became increasingly difficult to maintain the situation as time went on.

The other party is not a fool. Knowing the weirdness of the Taoist priest, how could he waste his energy on him?

As a result, the disadvantages of Su Xiaoxiao and others continued to expand, and in the end they could only passively take the beating.

On the other hand, the four people on Qiao Po's side finally felt proud. With such a big advantage, if they still couldn't kill Su Xiaoxiao and the others, they would have no face to go back.

Thirty Taoist monks took action at the same time, and a strange phenomenon took shape.

A stone monster suddenly appeared in the void. It was ten feet tall, with three heads and six legs but no arms, one eye, four ears, a mouth but no nose.

Another ghost den was spreading. With the concerted efforts of thirty monks, they managed to expand the ghost den to five miles.

The stone monster seemed to wake up in the ghost cave, and suddenly moved after blinking.

In just one step, he came in front of Su Xiaoxiao and the others, stomped his feet condescendingly, and six huge feet stepped down one after another.

Except for the Taoist priest, the remaining four were blown away at the same time, especially the two who were farther away from the Taoist priest, and the sky was stained with blood.

When Su Xiaoxiao managed to steady herself, she turned around and saw this scene, her eyes suddenly burst into tears.

"Come die!"

He raised his head and roared, then resolutely took out the things in his arms.

This was his last resort, and he wanted to wait for the best opportunity to do something as bad as possible to the opponent.

I didn't expect that our side suffered casualties first. If we continue to suppress the attack, we may not have a chance to use it.

Furthermore, the power of more than thirty practicing monks gathered by that Dharma image was definitely not something they could resist.

At this moment, the six-legged stone sculpture attacked again, and at the same time many monks attacked together.

The crystal jade slip glowed with rosy clouds, and the colorful light dispersed into five rays, sweeping out one by one.

The stone sculpture was the first to be hit. When it was swept by the rays of light, it was instantly and completely annihilated.

The other sixteen monks happened to be within the range of the glow, and were exploded into bloody mist in the air like chickens and dogs.

Su Xiaoxiao took advantage of Mu Zilii's colorful rays of light and immediately joined up with the remaining two.

"withdraw!"

He and another person pulled the Taoist priest away and turned into streams of light without looking back.

"Don't let them get away."

Mrs. Qiao's face turned pale, and she felt lucky that the jade slip was not pointing towards them, otherwise they would have died on the spot.

Is the five-color glow strong?

Naturally it is extremely strong!
Sixteen wandering monks were killed instantly with one strike, and the survivors were filled with fear and murderous intent.

After three streams of light, eighteen long tails followed closely, getting closer and closer.

Su Xiaoxiao looked bleak, as if she was at the end of her rope, and felt extremely bitter for a moment.

The last resort was used, but the situation was still that two fists were no match for four hands.

"I'm afraid we're finished. I'm sorry for you."

Su Xiaoxiao blamed herself.

If he hadn't brought a few people down with him, if he hadn't brought a few people into Central Continent, it wouldn't have been like this.

"After thousands of years of fighting, there will be deaths."

The Taoist priest woke up at this moment, shook his head and sighed.

The next moment, he suddenly broke free from the two of them and turned back.

"I'll hold them off, you guys go."

This is already the best way. His ability can make him immune to any means used by this group of people.

Maybe it will be safe.

Maybe the other party can think of a way to punish him.

When he was holding on to the eighteen rays of light, he gave a final shout to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Go!"

The huge noise behind her was getting farther and farther away, but Su Xiaoxiao's heart was sinking.

"grown ups!"

A faint sound was heard from a distance. When the two looked up, they saw twelve figures rushing towards them.

Liu Zongyuan carried Wang Xingzhi on his back and took the lead. Before he could speak, Su Xiaoxiao said with a bleak face, "What are you doing here?"

Coming here is just suicide.

How could twelve beginner monks be a match for a group of practicing monks?

What can two stray dogs do with twelve beginner monks?
Until Wang Xingzhi took out the Sumeru bag.

(End of this chapter)