This is not the female devil in the impression

Chapter 504 rage
Because of the influence of the law of time, the speed of time flow in Zhao Kuo's illusion is also different from the outside world. For Liang Yi, it is like watching a video at double speed. At least the time they rushed to is before the events in the illusion.

The whole secret realm is a desert, only there is an oasis in the center of the secret realm, so Liang Yi and others found the place where Nasi Feihang and others were located easily.

Because of the aftermath of the battle, the three of them only knew that Zhao Kuo had successfully ambushed and fought with Liang Yi and the others, but the specific result is not clear, after all, they are now focusing on the three Zen bald donkeys below body.

"There seems to be something wrong with the battle situation on Zhao Kuo's side, why don't we go and have a look?" Cen Zian, who was holding a long fan, glanced at the direction where Zhao Kuo and Gui Ling left. Disappeared.

Originally, Gui Ling, as a formation master, should stay here to decipher the famous Panlong Xuanyin formation of Zen Buddhism, but considering the tacit understanding between Zhao Kuo and Gui Ling, the three bald donkeys have insisted It didn't take long before Guiling and Zhao Kuo went to ambush the supporter.

"Don't pay attention to them, what we have to do is to kill these three people first."

Si Feihang waved his hand indifferently, rejecting Cen Zian's proposal to go and have a look, with an extremely indifferent expression.

The monk's practice is to absorb the aura and laws of the heaven and earth into his body. The more powerful the monk is killed, the more intense the world's origin will be dropped from his body.

Si Feihang licked his lips, as long as he killed these three bald donkeys, he would be at least [-]% sure that he would be able to touch the threshold of the eighth realm!
And because he left behind a backhand that everyone didn't know, he didn't care about the result of Zhao Kuo's side at all. Whether Zhao Kuo's side won or lost, it had little effect on his plan. .

"Okay, you have the final say." Cen Zian closed the folding fan and patted his palms lightly twice, shrugging indifferently.

He is not familiar with Zhao Kuo and Guiling, but they happened to act together in this accident, so the life and death of those two people is naturally not on his mind.

He, Cen Zi'an, is different from these ordinary monks. In the future, he will receive the gifts from the abyss and become the messenger of the abyss!
As for Wei Ruo, who was next to Cen Zian, he didn't react at all, he just stood there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

"Strange woman..."

Cen Zian inadvertently glanced at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye, and whispered something in his heart.

He had never seen this woman in the abyss, but the abyss aura on her body could not be faked.

After finding their opponents on the battlefield, they fought and entered the same secret realm, and only then did they join them.

Until now, Cen Zian only knew that this woman was called Wei Ruo, she was in the same realm as him, she was a genius in the late seventh stage, but she didn't know anything else.

As if aware of Cen Zian's gaze, Wei Ruo politely raised her head and smiled at him.

Cen Zian withdrew his gaze and didn't care anymore, as long as the woman didn't get in his way, he was confident that he could suppress her with his backhand!

"It's almost... soon!"

Si Feihang, whose eyes were fixed on the Zen three, gradually became excited, and his expression gradually became crazy. He has already noticed that there is not much life left for the three of them!

"Just wait a little longer... just a little while... I can hold the key to the eighth realm! I even have a chance to compete for the position of the Abyss Emissary!"

Si Feihang, who had been trapped in the seventh realm for thousands of years, almost despaired, but the sudden changes in the battlefield made him suddenly see the dawn of hope.

As long as you kill, you can continue to progress!

You must know that the cultivators from the Xuanji Continent now appearing on the battlefield, their average level is lower than that of the cultivators from the Abyss.Even though Chen Hua and Zen sect bought a lot of time for the monks in Xuanji Continent, this gap in realm cannot be made up in a year or two.

The time that Chen Hua and Zen sect fought for was at most a time for the forces in Xuanji Continent to prepare for their reaction.

And the cultivators of Xuanji Continent relying on the help of the top cultivators, the aliens who are not afraid of death and the endless new tricks forcefully fought against them evenly!
Coupled with the changes in the rules of the world and the battlefield, the monks of Xuanji Continent just took this opportunity to kill the monks of the abyss in exchange for training time.

If this drags on, the situation is actually not good for the abyss.

But what does this have to do with Si Feihang, he doesn't care about the overall situation, he just wants to promote himself to the eighth level as soon as possible.

Abyssal monks are powerful, so most people are selfish.

As for good people with kind hearts, they will never survive in the abyss!

The army of abyssal monks with such a character was seized by the forces of the Xuanji Continent to beat them up fiercely, turning the disadvantage into a balance of power.

"Sloppy..."

Sensing the undisguised malice from the sky, Yayoi with thick brows and big eyes folded his hands together, sighed sadly and said,

"You shouldn't choose to ask for help. If you don't ask for help, it's only the three of us who will die, and now it may involve other benefactors."

Hearing Yayoi's words, Mi Le and Mi Sui on the side also had the same expression.

They also noticed that someone had come to support them, but seeing the missing Zhao Kuo and Gui Ling, and the aftermath of the battle from afar, they knew that the reinforcements had been stopped.

"Sponsor Haomiao and Donor Wenxuan have fallen in order to cover our escape, but they didn't expect that the three of us still couldn't escape." Yayoi sighed and recited the Buddha's name twice in his mouth.

The three of them were fighting five abyss monks together with Song Haomiao from the Hundred Thousand Miles Mountain and Kan Wenxuan from the Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty, but the situation was originally evenly matched, but it turned around after entering the secret realm.

Nasi Feihong had been hiding his strength before, and it was not fully exposed until he entered the secret realm, and it was nothing special for the formation master and the sword cultivator to separate, but once they joined forces, their strength doubled.

A man and a woman young monks were even more terrifying, both of them suppressed them so that they could not breathe.

Even though Song Haomiao and Kan Wenxuan helped the three of them stop each other at the cost of their deaths, the three of them were still blocked here.

"Damn it..."

Mi Le looked resentful, and furiously raised his fist and slammed the ground hard.

"Senior brother, my vitality is almost bottoming out..."

In the end, Yayoi, who was the youngest, frowned, and looked at Yayoi with a troubled expression.

"The matter has come to this point, then we can only fight desperately. We can replace one by one. These people must not walk out of this secret place safe and sound!"

A ruthless look flashed between Yayoi's brows. If they died now, it might relieve the burden of those who had come to support them. If they just turned around and left, they still had hope of living.

But death is not in vain, even if they are all in a weak state now, the three of them can take away at least one or two!

He and the other two junior disciples joined the Zen sect in the same group, and they have supported each other for so many years. Now even though Yayoi did not say it clearly, the other two instantly understood the firmness in the elder brother's eyes and understood the elder brother's plan.

Since he decided to fight to the death, it would not be worthwhile to waste his life by maintaining this formation.

At the top of the Panlong Xuanyin magic circle, there is a golden dragon constantly circling, staring fiercely at the three people in the sky with its bloody mouth wide open. On the semicircular cover formed by the golden dragon constantly circling, mysterious and unpredictable And there are zen-like talismans engraved on it, resisting all attacks from all directions.

But now after Mi Sui stopped his hand, the golden long dragon roared to the sky, and the talisman gradually dimmed, and then disappeared together with the pale golden hood that the golden dragon had been hovering around.

"You can feel that you have come out of that turtle shell!"

Si Feihang looked at the three people who appeared, and sneered with disdain.

"But how much power do you have left now?"

Maintaining the Panlong Xuanyin magic circle all the time, even if the three of them come out in turn, the price is still unbearable. Now the three of them have entered a weak state without accident, and their vitality may dissipate at any time like a candle in the wind .

"Hmph, you don't care how much power you have left, the poor monk swears to kill you!"

Yayoi clenched his fists tightly, with blue veins popping out on his forehead, and the good temper he had cultivated by chanting scriptures and practicing Buddhism disappeared without a trace in an instant when he saw Si Feihang's face, and burst out shouting like a King Kong glaring at him.

(End of this chapter)