The great monk who made a stealth attack had already sneaked to a distance where he could take action. Lang Xing had no time to think about it. He used his mind to stop drinking while playing the God Binding Art. At the same time, he activated Yi Guang, who fought hard in Yuanyi State.
It had been damaged during the fight with two feathered monks, and now it could only emit strong light without much protective power. What Langxing needed was to use the strong light to cover his movements.
"Save me!" The high monk who was attacking was locked at a distance of about 5,000 feet, and he called for help in panic.
The three great monks who were parked ten thousand feet away activated their protective divine light at almost the same moment. As three light groups of different colors flashed, they did not pay attention to the trapped great monk.
They were each on guard, because they had the same idea in their hearts. There must be a Feather Monk here secretly protecting the Eight Immortals.
"Who is it? Is it you, Zhi Xia?" the great monk who was with Zhuang Yu asked, his voice not showing much panic.
Lang Xing just wanted to achieve this effect. At this moment, he said coldly, "You dare to take advantage of me, you are really blind."
The great monk said disdainfully, "Huh, ignorant boy, even if the three great supernatural powers of your Zixiao Palace are here, grandpa is not afraid. Zhixia, if it is you, just show up. Your nephew is here with me."
Do you have the guts to save her?" After saying that, he removed the restraint in his hand, and a figure appeared next to him.
Sure enough, it was Zhuang Yu! It seemed that Zhuang Yu had been captured by them. The mystery in Lang Xing's mind was solved, and he said to the man, "Let her go, and you will be spared."
"Let her go? Okay, come here and take her away." The great monk actually pushed Zhuang Yu outside the body-protecting divine light.
At this moment, Zhuangyu recovered from the shock and shouted to Langxing urgently, "Don't come over! Don't come over! I've been infected by... the immortal louse..."
It's a pity that she said this a little too late. It was a great advantage for Lang Xing that the other party could place her outside the protective light.
Seeing this rare opportunity, he acted decisively. The Immortal Robe of Dazzling God took the lead in showing its power, and Kaikawa then swept towards the two great monks on the side. Kaikawa was just a feint, as long as he could kill these two beings.
The great monk who was shaken in his mind could just retreat in fear. He didn't want to kill these rebels, nor did he want to reveal the secret that could activate many high-grade spiritual treasures.
He couldn't be polite to the great monk next to Zhuang Yu. He had to ensure that Zhuang Yu was rescued, so he had no choice but to kill him.
With his phantom body technique, he quickly rushed towards Zhuangyu. This was supposed to be a perfect rescue, but before Zhuangyu was stunned by the light of the dazzling fairy robe, he held on and held the "Immortal Lice" four times.
The word was spoken, and although the voice was a little erratic, it still shocked Lang Xing's heart, and he involuntarily retreated backwards.
The second senior sister told him how terrifying the immortal louse was, and that it was a poison that no one could detoxify. At this moment, he finally understood what kind of danger he had just felt that made him frightened.
What he saw were countless tiny creatures, but he had no time to perceive them carefully just now, and was only vaguely aware of their danger.
As Lang Xing expected, Saikawa forced the two great monks to retreat, but did not cause any harm to the two. It was not a spiritual treasure. Once it lost Lang Xing's urging, it lost its power, but these two
People were already suspicious that there were monks hiding nearby, and they became even more frightened after being distracted by the magical power of the dazzling fairy robe. The two of them retreated directly to the group of mid-stage Nascent Soul monks who had just arrived, although that group was
The mysterious light shone even more miserably.
Although the little whiteboard did not need Lang Xing to continue to activate, it failed to kill the great monk because the great monk's body-protecting divine light was densely covered with light.
A layer of immortal lice, this evil thing makes the weapon spirit feel timid, but its speed is too fast, and when it senses the danger, it is too late to dodge, so it is installed on the opponent's body-protecting divine light,
The power exerted was greatly reduced, and the opponent was only beaten with a muffled groan.
Lang Xing also suffered the disadvantage of being too fast. The shadow movement technique he usually relied on to win by surprise brought disaster to him this time. He rushed too close to the opponent, and when he retreated, he had already noticed something approaching.
On his own body-protecting divine light.
"Little brat, have you realized how powerful grandpa is! Zhixia, come out!" The great monk said fiercely. In fact, he could tell that Zhixia was not here with just a moment's thought. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Zhixia to let his junior brother
The one who rushed up was Xuan Guang, who had given up his thoughts and was attacked by Xiao Baiban. At this moment, he was already in a panic. He said harsh words and stepped back involuntarily. Even Zhuang Yu couldn't care about it.
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Lang Xing fell into extreme fear at this moment. He could feel at least five vicious lice burrowing into his body-protecting divine light. Although he could feel their location, he could not see them, and there was nothing he could do to deal with them.
There is no way I can kill this thing.
How could he die in such a cowardly manner? As his abilities grew, he rarely thought about death. He was already at the pinnacle of the cultivation world and would not die easily. At this moment, the God of Death suddenly came to him.
On top of his head, not only did his hands and feet feel cold, but his head also felt cold. It was so cold that it was difficult to think.
When people are in extreme fear, they will make desperate actions to protect themselves. Purple Sun Sword, Heaven-turning Seal, Qiancheng Mansion, Water Ting Sword, Punishing God Whip, Mind Magical Power, Mind Magical Power..., there are bright brilliance, one after another.
Fantasy phantoms were sent out from his side one after another, and several high-grade spiritual treasures showed their power at the same time. He alone created a terrifying scene that would only occur when a feather-level person fights.
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Yu looked terrified, because she was still in a banned situation and could not make any dodge or defense, which made her even more frightened. What frightened her was Lang Xing's ferocious face. She even suspected Lang Xing.
The star was taken over by an evil spirit.
Three of the four great monks lost their lives in such a muddle-headed manner, and none of the twenty or so mid-stage Nascent Soul monks were spared. The only one who escaped was the one who could control the Immortal Violent Louse. When Lang Xing heard about the Immortal Violent Louse
With these four words, he knew who he was. The second senior sister told him that this person's name was Fan Shizi, and with him was a great monk named Shi Yuzi. Both of them were from Zixiao Palace.
Deadly enemy.
The war clouds in the sky dispersed just as they started to gather, leaving only the gloomy and murderous aura that permeated thousands of miles. From the moment Lang Xing took action with all his strength to the last person being killed, it took less than three breaths. This was all because of the Qiancheng Mansion's consumption.
It took a long time. If Qiancheng Mansion was not used, this killing would be over within two breaths.
"Little... uncle..." After the light and shadow dissipated, five full breaths passed before Zhuang Yu stammered a call to Lang Xing, who looked ferocious and had extreme panic in his eyes.
Lang Xing's body was trembling slightly. The fear of death made him completely lose his temper. Now he couldn't control anything. His mind was in a mess. Su Wan's figure was almost all floating around.
Occasionally Shu Yan, Second Senior Sister, and other faces that made him uneasy would appear.
"Uncle Master, are you also infected by lice?" Zhuang Yu asked sadly.
"Yes..." Lang Xing's voice was trembling.
"I'm sorry..., I can't help you..." Zhuang Yu cried uncontrollably. Although she was already a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, her junior uncle risked his life to save herself. How could she bear it?
Chapter completed!