"Are you sure to kill him?" Mo Shanshan slowed down again.

"Of course." Senior Brother Zhao smiled lightly.

"Okay! It's not a problem to run like this. You can kill him sooner or continue the mission." Mo Shanshan hesitated again, finally bit her silver teeth, stopped her footsteps, and smiled, "It's really impossible. And me, let's deal with him together."

Senior Brother Zhao felt that his bones were lighter by a couple of taels, and hurriedly said, "No need, no, sister Shan is resting on the side. It's nothing more than crushing a bug. It's a trivial matter."

Mo Shanshan covered her mouth and chuckled, she stopped talking, but secretly pinched a teleportation jade pendant that was more expensive than the sound transmission note.

Zhou Xing was still running at full strength, full of energy and blood. He had never ran such a long distance in one breath, so he felt that it would be great if there could be a faster traveling treasure.

Just when he was thinking about getting into trouble, Jin Jing suddenly patted his cheek and meowed a few times.

"Almost catching up?" Zhou Xingxin asked with joy.

"Meow!" Jin Jing nodded.

"Okay, really good!" Zhou Xing lightly patted his golden eyes, put it back in the spirit ring, his expression became solemn.

After running for a while, he saw someone in front of him, not one, but two. One is in front, he doesn't know, and the other is behind, it's the demon Mo Shanshan!

Brother Zhao looked at Zhou Xing, who was approaching quickly, and turned his head and asked, "Sister Shan, is this kid?"

Mo Shanshan resisted the anxiety in her heart and nodded and said: "It's him, his name is Zhou Dahai, brother, be careful."

Senior Brother Zhao looked at the young man who was still more than 40 feet away, snorted coldly, pinched the tactics with one hand, and then raised his hand to create a strong spiritual energy. The spiritual energy immediately turned into a giant sword of five to six feet long. An electric arc flickered on the sword, carrying the wind and thunder to blast towards Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing didn't dare to be careless, and immediately turned the true dragon energy into full swing, and took out the iron heart cauldron and smashed it towards the giant sword.

With a bang, Zhou Xing flew upside down for four or five feet. When he landed, his feet slammed into the ground before he stood firmly, his hands were tingling.

"what?"

Senior Brother Zhao was taken aback. In his opinion, this Thunder Sword, which contained 60% of his cultivation base, was enough to inflict severe damage even if he couldn't kill the opponent on the spot, but now it only slightly blocked his advancement. pace of.

In fact, Zhou Xing was not as relaxed as Senior Brother Zhao had seen. The Thunder Sword gave him a tremendous shock. The blood in his body surged. Zhou Xing used the limit breathing method to adjust his internal breath before he barely suppressed it.

After forcibly taking the opponent's blow, he has determined that the opponent is definitely not the first glimpse realm, it is very likely a mud pill realm monk. Master Fa Xian has carefully explained the difference between the two realms with him. The total amount of spiritual energy that can be contained in the body of a monk who enters the mud pill realm will rise sharply. Even a person with mediocre aptitude can increase by at least five times. This is just one aspect of Aura. The monk who enters the Niwan Realm will also possess the supernatural power of Divine Sense, which can detect all the movements of the nearby Xiaotiandi, so as to take the lead. The most powerful thing about this realm is the ability to "transform aura". This can make a pure aura attack a qualitative leap, just like making a rough iron ore into an iron gun. The ore can only injure people's bones, but the iron gun can penetrate human internal organs.

Zhou Xing took a deep breath and walked towards the two of them step by step with the iron-hearted cauldron.

Mo Shanshan hurriedly said: "Brother, be careful, he seems to be a dual spiritual body, don't let him approach you, otherwise it will be very troublesome!"

"Sister Shan, don't worry, I'll let him die." Senior Brother Zhao carefully took out a white lotus from the ring, and gently tossed it forward, the white lotus suspended in front of him, slowly rotating. The young man quickly pinched his hands with both hands, and injected a lot of spiritual energy into the white lotus. The flower body became hundreds of times larger in the blink of an eye, like a small lotus mountain, blooming with colorful rays.

Mo Shanshan's eyes widened suddenly, and she was pleasantly surprised: "It's Master's Lotus Flower! Did you give it to you?"

Senior Brother Zhao continued to play a series of tactics, and said with a wry smile: "It's only a temporary loan, I have to pay it back."

When Zhou Xing saw the giant white lotus floating in the air, he immediately felt a dangerous aura. Without saying anything, he grabbed the mud and carried it on his back, and ordered: "Mud, open the turtle wall!"

Mud yelled with a bit of resentment, but he still obeyed the order and opened its first-order skill, Turtle Wall. The Reiki mask once again enveloped Zhou Xing, but it was obviously weaker than the mask opened during the previous war. A bit.

Since being sucked by a ling-eating ant a lot of aura, the aura of the mud is always at a very low level, although it has been recovering, but the speed is slow, and Zhou Xing has no extra middle-grade aura pill or spiritual grass to feed it, so it is short Turning on the Turtle Spirit Wall for the second time within the time, the effect was naturally greatly reduced. Zhou Xing knew that he didn't mean to blame the mud at all. He only hated himself for being too prodigal, and in a blink of an eye he became a pauper.

"Bao Lianhua! Eliminate demons and defend the way, suppress!" Senior Brother Zhao's method changed, pointing at Zhou Xing remotely, and shouted angrily.

With an order, the rotation speed of Baolianhua increased greatly, and it flew straight into the air until it reached the top of Zhou Xing's head, and then Taishan fell on the top.

Zhou Xing wanted to hide, but found that he was firmly suppressed by a powerful spirit. His legs were so heavy that he couldn't move after half a step. He had to bite his teeth, pinch the tactics in his hands, and use the treasure control technique to make The iron-hearted cauldron grew bigger, and then raised the cauldron above his head to meet the little lotus mountain.

Between the electric light and flint, the Baolian lotus fell on the iron-hearted cauldron!

boom! !

The earth seemed to tremble! !

Senior Brother Zhao and Mo Shanshan shook their bodies, and when the dust settled, they looked at Zhou Xing not far away and couldn't help but stunned.

Not only did the Jinyi youth not die, but he also took the Little Lotus Mountain abruptly!

Although Baolianhua was still trying his best to press down, they could clearly see that the young man still had enough energy to hold it back!

"Impossible!" Senior Brother Zhao cried out in shock.

Before he thought about it, the precious lotus flower, which had been infused with most of his aura, could hit even a beginner monk in the Niwan Realm with a full blow. Dealing with a first glimpse realm would inevitably be killed by one blow, and smashed into meat sauce! After all, this precious lotus flower is not a spiritual weapon that can be seen everywhere, but a genuine top-grade spiritual treasure!

They were right. Zhou Xing did have extra energy. First, there was Gui Lingbi to share the pressure for him. Second, the spiritual energy in his body was still extremely abundant. Third, the iron-hearted cauldron was not a common product, but also a spiritual treasure. Can withstand this blow.

Zhou Xing rolled his eyes and threw Ding up violently. His free hands began to pinch the tactics at lightning speed, and then a stout aura was punched into the cauldron, and he shouted angrily: "The fire dragon crosses the mountain!"

Immediately, the four fire dragons in the cauldron reappeared. They roared and rushed towards the precious lotus flower above the opening of the cauldron, winding it tightly, and spitting fire continuously.