Ding Xing did not respond, but only told Qiu Sushang to hide her body and follow him into the forest to find out.

The two of them traveled a hundred miles between the Tallinn, but there was no trace of monks.

Qiu Sushang thought that Ding Xing was here for the time being.

Unexpectedly, after a while, a chaotic airflow suddenly swept across, forming a storm that blew the nearby trees around. When the aftermath was gone, a new airflow was soon brewing in front of him.

Qiu Suchang was immediately alert, someone was fighting in the forest.

She followed Ding Xing to speed up and rushed towards the source of the airflow. After searching for about a stick of incense, the two of them climbed a low hill, but saw the ruins on the hill, all of which were scattered by the stones scattered after the collapse of the tomb tower.

A square ling Pavilion stood among the rocks. Although there was black water vapor outside the pavilion, Ding Xing still recognized it at a glance. It was his familiar "Jinbi Wen Pavilion".

He used the finishing pen to join forces with Yan Wuque to successfully resist the attack of Master Qin, a monk in the Purple Palace.

Unfortunately, the pavilion was temporarily covered, and Ding Xing could not see the appearance of the monks in the pavilion, and he didn't know if it was Yan Wuque.

Anyway, no matter who it is, it is already a time when life is at stake.

A black bottle was hanging over the Wen Pavilion, with a wide mouth open, and black water particles were pouring towards the pavilion. It dripped like raindrops and flowed down the side wall. The rain contained extremely strong corrosion magic. The entire Wen Pavilion was full of holes and could collapse at any time.

At this moment, an old man with a golden robe with a gloomy face was sitting outside Wenge. His right arm was exposed with a blood hole wide from his fingers, and blood was gushing, making him grit his teeth in pain.

There was a human bone skeleton wearing golden armor standing beside him, like a puppet, bandaging him to treat his arm injuries.

He turned his head and shouted to the Toutu not far away: "Brother Yu, how long will it take for your weak Aquarius to break through his turtle shell?"

His tone seemed extremely angry. The wound on his arm must have been given by the monks in the cabinet, which made him feel urgent and wanted to break Wen Pavilion soon to take revenge: "When his Pavilion treasure is destroyed, I will cut him three thousand swords, but I will not let him die!"

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The Toutu replied steadily: "At the latest half a day, I will definitely be able to break his Jinbi Wen Pavilion formation! But this area is too close to Duanjin Valley, which is very easy to attract fellow villagers in the valley. We must prevent accidents from happening so as not to make a profit!"

He was wearing a silver-white monk's robe, wearing a hairband, hanging a string of bone beads in his arms, a sterling silver wooden fish on his head, holding a silver-wood mallet, and tapping the black bottle above Wen Pavilion with the other hand. This bottle was obviously a magic weapon he sacrificed.

When he spoke, he looked at all directions and did not relax his vigilance for the surrounding environment because of attacking Jinbi Wen Pavilion.

The old man in the golden robe heard him, but he sneered and pointed his hand at the seven or eight corpses scattered outside the pavilion: "Come and kill one, and kill ten and five pairs of them. I want to see if there is any unobtrusive thing to dare to take advantage of the troubled waters!"

The two of them had to repeat this conversation every once in a while, which was enough to scare away 80% of the monks. The remaining 20% ​​did not believe in evil and insisted on launching sneak attacks on the two, and they all fell on the ground.

They all have the late stage of the Golden Pill in their cultivation. They have been in the Golden Valley for two or three hundred years. They were nicknamed "Golden Skull and Silver Fish" by their fellow disciples in the Valley.

The old man in the golden robe was named after the sixth-level skeleton puppet he sacrificed. This corpse skeleton alone is capable of fighting against a Jindan cultivator, and it complements him even more. His magic name Bao Shengquan is unknown, and he is not from the Golden Eye Buddha Kingdom anyway. It is rumored that his hometown is located in the Guanghan Immortal Cultivation Realm, because the ghost cultivation sect there is the most famous. The golden skeleton he practices is superb, and only famous sects can inherit it.

The head of the head was a silver fish, named after the wooden fish Buddha treasure he used. He called himself Yurun Head of the head of the head of the head of the head of the world. He was not a wild monk in his early years. He was rumored to have been a novice monk in a thousand-year-old temple. After practicing Buddhism, he violated the precepts and was driven out of the temple by his teacher. No one knows what kind of Buddhist precepts he violated. Anyway, there must be killing precepts. There are many casual cultivators who died at his hands. He even killed mortals. The compassion of the Buddhist temple seems to have no fate with him innately.

After the two of them finished speaking, Bao Shengquan also bandaged the wound and was about to get up to help Yu Runtoutuo break through the Jinbi Wen Pavilion in one breath.

Suddenly, I saw the skeleton puppet beside me, raised my arm, and pointed to the place where Ding Xing and Qiu Sushang were hiding.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death!" Bao Shengquan snorted coldly, pointed at the skeleton puppet, signaling it to charge forward, and force the lurking person to show his true body.

This skeleton puppet is extremely agile. With a sway, it has escaped a hundred feet away in an instant. A pair of bone palms poked out in front of the air and made a goshawk hunting action. It dived into the several pine trees under it. It clearly sensed that the tree exuded the aura of a human monk.

Who knew that before it landed, a roar erupted among the trees first.

Before it could react, a spear covered with magneto-light had jumped up and turned into a narrow thunder pattern, piercing through its chest with one blow.

The spear dragged it back and flew backwards, turning into an arc and falling to the ground.

Bang!

He nailed it directly to a huge rock, and the thunder flower in the spear body surged out instantly, covering it like a thunder net. It suddenly felt that the demonic power in its body was exhausted and could no longer move.

Bao Shengquan looked at it sideways and couldn't help but lose his voice: "Yuan Magnetic Thunder!"

He recognized that the magical powers emitted by this thunder spear must have been tempered using the essence of the Yuanmagnetic energy. This kind of divine thunder specializes in killing corpses and ghosts, and his skeleton puppet has met his nemesis.

He was thinking about whether to attack the Thunder Spear and rescue the skeleton puppet, and a sound of breaking through the air sounded in his ears.

He hurriedly looked forward and saw a chariot with lightning flashing light hanging in the air. The car was carrying three spears, trembling, aiming at him from a distance, and shot out with a loud bang.

The battle situation was not enough to be thought about. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden shield, hung it in front of him quickly, and then shook his cuffs, took out a dark water droplet, and bounced his fingers and threw it back, trying to destroy the three spears.

But the next moment, he sensed a halo suddenly reflected above his head, hanging in the air like a moon halo. His eyes just noticed this strange light, and the golden shield and water droplets were lost control at the same time, and they fell from front of him with two clicks.

"Not good!" His body was exposed to Sanji, and he screamed in shock, and he was about to escape quickly.

However, the three spears carried the rolling lightning, covering about a radius of space in an instant, completely blocking his escape path. He did not even see the enemy's appearance, and his body had already faced the disaster of five thunders.

He was in the dense lightning, and had nowhere to hide, so he could only resist the lightning strike. However, the three spears were all tempered by collecting the essence of the five elements. The power of the thunder was so terrifying. Not to mention that he did not practice external protection skills, even if he tempered his body as strong as a level six monster, he could not last long under the combined bombardment of the three spears.

"Brother Yu! Brother save me..."

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but until he was blasted into a pool of mud and killed among the rocks, he did not wait for Yu Runtoutuo's response.

At this moment, Yu Runtou was unable to protect himself. When the thunder car was pushed out in the air, an ink-colored treasure axe had already hung above his head. The magical powers contained in this ink axe were far beyond the thunder car.
Chapter completed!