When the monk heard this, his face couldn't help but darken.

He stood next to the figure in Xuan Yi, but he couldn't say a word.

"call……",

Several figures shot out from a distance, but they were several monks brought by the kind-hearted old monk.

They seemed to have encountered a fight, and their bodies were stained with blood.

Monk Bu Miao looked at these fellow monks, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

He also came with thirty monks from the Arhat realm, but in the end there were less than ten Arhats left.

A figure slowly rose into the air from the ruins, but it was the old man holding a tobacco pole.

He looked at the young monks beside the great monk with bright eyes full of hostility.

"It seems that we can only sacrifice them."

Xuan Yi's figure looked at the four silver-haired old women coldly, his cold eyes flickering.

Ding Xiaoyi's figure has approached the high priest,

He raised the sword in his hand, and he could already see the pale face of the high priest.

Then, a cold sword energy flowed from the long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand, and a cruel look appeared in his eyes.

"Drunk, the sword energy is like frost",

Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly,

At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned into a meteor and shot towards the high priest lying in the pit.

At this time, the high priest had no idea that Ding Xiaoyi would suddenly attack.

A sword flashed in his eyes, and a fatal death threat surged from the bottom of his heart.

A sound of "squeak",

Ding Xiaoyi concentrated his speed to the extreme, and the sword light disappeared in a flash.

The high priest felt that the sword light was constantly expanding in his pupils.

He forced the staff in his hand forward.

There was a sound of "grabbing",

Ding Xiaoyi stabbed the high priest's throat with his sword, but the staff in the high priest's hand also hit his chest.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!