Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

If a monk loses his physical body and only Yuanying is left, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Moreover, if he does not seize and give up in time, his accomplishments will be greatly reduced.

There was no way. The monks discussed and sent someone to protect the two yuan babies from death. Finally, it was decided to let a monk of the moon Pavilion return with two yuan babies, and the rest continued on their way.

In this way, there were only 27 Mahayana monks in the five major schools.

Elder de throws a grateful look at Feng Yimo and doesn't say what happened last night. This is not for Feng Yimo's consideration, but for himself, because after he got Feng Yimo's reminder, he didn't tell others at the first time. The casualties were heavy, and he had unshirkable responsibility.

The warriors went through a terrible scene and stayed up until daybreak with fear.

Elder Feng and Tong Changlao, who arranged the spiritual prohibitions, studied hard. What kind of spiritual prohibitions could they arrange to resist the invasion of the Bingling clan?

The Bingling clan has a special magical power, which can ignore any spiritual prohibition. Going in and out is like entering a no man's land. If you come back next time, you still have no way to take them. You can worry about them.

Feng Yi Mo laughs in his heart that it's really hard to deal with invisible people and special powers like Bing Ling clan, but it can't defeat him. However, he doesn't want to expose his identity too early. With his current ability, he can't compete with the Mahayana friars.

The team was running fast, and they ate lunch while walking. They had a lot of opinions, but no one gave them a chance to give them advice. All they could do was to obey.

The deeper they go, the lower the temperature is. Feng Yimo looks at the shivering rain and sunshine. They regret that they didn't take off some of the clouded leopard's skin and get everyone a fur coat to wear, which can also keep out the cold.

Elder de took a look at the warrior behind him, took out 13 sets of heavy cotton padded clothes from the storage ring, and threw them to Feng Yimo, "let them put them on."

Wind Yi Mo grateful boxing, to all people sent down.

Put on the cotton padded clothes, people feel much warmer and thank elder de one after another.

Those wuzhe puppets of the five major sects don't have such treatment. They don't only have cotton padded clothes, but they don't even care about their broken single clothes. They can't cover their bodies.

Although Feng Yimo pitied them, he had nothing to do.

One day, everyone was on guard. At night, under the discussion of elder Ji and Pang Changlao, the Mahayana friars from Zixia mountain and the five main gates were on duty respectively, with four in each group, guarding the four corners of the camp to prevent the attack of Bingling clan and monsters.

This time, elder Feng and elder Tong joined hands to set up a defensive spirit array instead of a spirit ban. However, the spirit array needs a lot of Yuan stones, and the two sides agreed to give half each.

Perhaps because of the increased vigilance, the Bingling clan and the monsters did not dare to act rashly. The night passed peacefully.

The same is true for the next few days. The tight strings of the crowd relaxed.

On this day, just ten minutes before noon, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the clouds rolled over. It was snowy, and the wind was blowing everywhere. It was snowy, and it hurt like a knife.

When the wind howled and the snow howled, elder Ji ordered him to go to the nearest hill to the left to avoid the snow.

Thirty feet away from the mound, elder Ji presented a magic weapon that looked like a curved ruler. In a flash, it appeared thirty feet away, blasted on the mound, and suddenly opened a huge cave.

"Everybody in!"

This time, the Mahayana monk showed excellent manners. Instead of rushing into the cave, he stood on both sides and urged the puppets to enter first.

Feng Yimo and others are at the end. He motioned to Du Lang and others to go ahead. But when the tenth warrior passed in front of him, Feng Yimo's blunt sword flashed and shot dozens of sword Qi straight to the tenth warrior's back!

"Bold, what are you doing?" Seeing this, a Mahayana monk was furious and was about to teach Feng Yimo a lesson. Unexpectedly, the tenth warrior suddenly turned around and punched with no expression on his face. The nearby wind and snow were immediately attracted by the boxing style and turned into a whirlpool. He urged Gula to smash dozens of sword Qi from the blunt sword, and blew Feng Yimo out tens of feet, and fell into the snowstorm and disappeared.

The Mahayana monk, who denounced Feng Yimo, was stunned, and then reacted. He became angry and angry. He yelled and clapped at the tenth warrior.

This palm, the color of heaven and earth, turned out to be a seven color handprint, reflecting the heavy snow blown by the strong wind into colorful, obviously containing poison!

The tenth warrior's face did not change. His right arm stretched straight. His arm twisted and became a sharp claw. He stabbed the monk's palm straight!

"Lao Liang, be careful. It's a magic mandrill. Don't hit it hard!" The chief engineer was startled and gave a warning. Unfortunately, it was too late. The warrior's arm suddenly soared, penetrated the seven color palmprint, stabbed into the Mahayana monk's chest, and stabbed out from the back heart. A heart was crushed by the magic mandrill!

Ah!

Elder Liang screamed and his eyes were wide open. He was not reconciled. The Mahayana monk died in one move. He still had many powerful powers that he didn't use. However, before his Yuanying spilled over, a puppet warrior suddenly ran out and his whole body crashed into elder Liang's body.Bang!

Blood and flesh, Liang long aging for countless corpses, flying all over the sky, mixed in the Storm Snow!

"Elder Liang!" Elder Ji's eyes were red. The magic weapon that had not been put away in the air flashed and appeared in front of the puppet warrior. It spread out and turned into a fan emitting cold light. The fan bone flew out and stabbed the puppet warrior into a sieve. He could not die any more.

The mandrill stamped her feet and rushed into the air. After two flashes in the air, she disappeared without a trace.

All of a sudden, just a few breath, a Mahayana monk died, shocked by the rain and the wolf.

"Boss!" The first reaction of Qingyu is to turn around and rush into the storm to find fengyimo. Then Dolang and Xu Mu follow. The other warriors are pale. I didn't expect that they were mixed in by such powerful people. Can others believe it?

But in front of us, the three people couldn't walk. They couldn't see clearly, let alone find someone. Without waiting for them to move on, elder de caught them and threw them into the cave opened by elder Ji.

"We're going to find the boss!" Roared the lone wolf, strangling his neck.

"You go to him? What abilities do you have? Can you beat the magic mandrill just now? Or can you see a hundred feet away? " Elder de didn't get angry, but painstakingly advised: "you don't know your boss's ability. He won't die easily. Let's wait for the news here."