The young monk in black seemed to be extremely eager to kill. When he looked at Ding Yi, his face had become abnormally distorted. At this moment, he did not look like a monk at all. "Ahhh, I'm so excited!! I hope you can bring me more fun!" The monk in black laughed, and then a black mist suddenly appeared outside his body and enveloped Ding Yi. Ding Yi stood there, not reacting much to the black mist coming towards his face, but instead observing with interest. This is an almost complete realm. It has to be said that the monk in front of him can give birth to such a level of realm with the small success of the divine palace. His talent is so high that he is not far behind the Buddha. Poor Wang Chuan was probably killed before he could react. Ding Yi shook his head, and then strode towards the young monk. When the young monk in black saw Ding Yi's calm look, he clasped his hands together even more excitedly. The next moment, the black mist suddenly turned into big hands and grabbed Ding Yi's limbs. This method of transforming the essence of the domain into form is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow to the warriors in the Yuanqiao realm. But at this moment, Ding Yi ignored him and allowed the big black hand to grab him, as if he had given up resistance.
When the young monk in black saw this, he suddenly looked disappointed. "I thought you were different and could take my Buddhist skills to the next level, but it's a pity." The young monk in black walked slowly towards Ding Yi as he spoke. When he arrived in front of Ding Yi, he stretched out his hand, preparing to take off Ding Yi's head and collect it as his own trophy just like the Wang Chuan. But the next moment, Ding Yi suddenly showed a weird smile. "Little Bi Zai, I was really afraid that you would run away just now!" After saying that, a strong shock suddenly surged from Ding Yi's body. In just a moment, the big black hand wrapped around him was instantly shattered into powder. "you!" "Guiyuan·Dielang!!" The young monk in black looked startled, and then he felt a sudden strong vibration in front of him. The black mist around him, including the indestructible magical power, shattered like paper, and then his entire body suddenly turned into blood foam. , was scattered in the void. [You killed the demon monk of Baiyun Temple, your life span is +88 years and 123 days] Ding Yi looked at the prompts that flashed before his eyes, and then sighed with a little pity. I originally thought of keeping the whole corpse of a monk as an experiment in the anti-corpse technique, but now it seems that this guy can't even sustain his own 8,000-frequency wave, and he will be a waste if he stays. "I almost thought I was discovered. I was a little nervous just now." Ding Yi cursed and then looked at the battle group in the distance. Li Wanyun was seen standing on a roof, shaking the silver bell on her wrist, and on the street below her feet, a dozen monks in monk's robes were huddled there with their heads in their hands, wailing in pain. "I almost forgot, this girl has this baby!" Ding Yi felt relieved when he saw this, but he quickly reacted. "Fuck, there are so many materials, don't let her pick them up."
Ding Yi's heart tightened, and he kicked off one foot, flying directly over a distance of tens of meters, and then came to Li Wanyun's side in a flash. Li Wanyun was startled by the sudden appearance of Ding Yi and couldn't help but ask: "What about the demon monk from Baiyun Temple?" Ding Yi shook his head when he heard this and said: "I fought with him and was seriously injured, but he's not doing well either. I guess he's going somewhere to heal." The situation was urgent at this moment, and Li Wanyun did not think carefully about Ding Yi's words, but said hurriedly to Ding Yi: "I'll go kill that Buddha with Hong Yuan, I'll leave this place to you!" After Li Wanyun finished speaking, his figure swayed, and a gust of fragrant wind drifted by, leaving Ding Yi standing there with a surprised look on his face. "It's really, really great." Ding Yi looked at the monks who were lying on the ground holding their heads and shouting, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, muffled sounds kept coming from the center of the fight between Hong Yuan and Du Wang. "Bang bang bang!!" A golden and crimson ray of light intertwined in the air, causing the surrounding void to distort. Finally, after a huge explosion, the two figures quickly retreated and looked at each other dozens of meters apart. At this moment, most of the clothes on Hong Yuan's body were torn to pieces, revealing his blood-stained body. His sharp-edged muscles were now covered with fine cracks, but Hong Yuan still looked at Du Wang opposite him with a normal expression. Duwan felt a little uncomfortable at the moment. Most of the white cassock on his body was broken into pieces, but there was a layer of golden light shining on the exposed skin, making him seem not to be seriously injured. This is the terrifying thing about the talent of worshiping the gods. If the martial artist and the worshiping gods are equally matched, then the worshiping gods will definitely have an advantage based on their talents. "Yes, yes, but I don't understand. With your talent, why do you want to be a human being? Is it because you want to kill me?" Du Sha looked at Hong Yuan in front of him and asked with a smile on his face. "You think too highly of yourself!" Hong Yuan snorted coldly, and the blood stains on his body were suddenly shaken into blood mist and scattered into the air. The wounds on his skin immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Dingle bells!!" At this moment, a ringtone suddenly reached the ears of the two of them, and Duwan, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his expression. The next moment, a figure descended from the sky, and a green light suddenly burst out from her surroundings, covering Du Wang below. "Today, you must die!!" Hong Yuan shouted loudly, and the whole person rushed towards Du Wang over there like lightning. The ground along the way was scraped into gullies by his energy, as if it had been plowed. Du Wang looked at the two people rushing over, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.
These two people are geniuses in the Yuanqiao realm, and there are people from the Yinyang Palace who participated in the attack, which is inconsistent with the information he got. But what surprised him most was why his cheap uncle didn't show up? Just when Li Wanyun and Hong Yuan attacked Du Wang together, on a street a hundred meters away from here, Ding Yi looked at the corpses in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. A full 178 years of life, this is almost as long as two minor successes of the Divine Mansion! But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Ding Yi. "In a mere Chaos God Sect, there is actually a genius like you. You are only fifty years old, and your spirit is not restrained. I am afraid you have already wandered in the trance?" Ding Yi turned around slowly after hearing this, and saw a skinny old man in a gray cassock smiling at him. "Amitabha, monks do not lie. I am over 2,300 years old this year." Ding Yi looked at the old man, suddenly put his hands together, and said with a smile. "..." Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly darkened, and he asked: "Which secret disciple of the Chaos God Sect are you? Tell me your name." Ding Yi smiled slightly when he heard this, but did not answer. Instead, he slowly took out a map from his arms, opened it and took a look, then slowly put it in his arms, and then said: "I am Jiang Zhao, the sun and moon are in the sky, please rest assured that this master will die!" = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });