Yan Longzhong in the explosion state has extremely strong combat power.

Although it cannot fully exert its power due to the supply of Lin Yu's true qi, this spiritual weapon, which is in an unsealed state, is also one or two out of its power at this time.

Unreserved burst, unblocking all functions.

It is one or two of all functions!

The ten-foot-long fire dragon is like a giant beast from ancient times, wandering among the mountains, looking for its prey.

The power is powerful and almost invincible in this Baihua Ridge.

At least from Zhao Yang's opinion, Lin Yu, who has the unblocked state of Fire Dragon Bell, has no less combat power than the average Jindan realm of weapon cultivation!

"In front of the son of the plane, all enemies are paper tigers."

Zhao Yang said something.

Seeing the flame dragon swaying its tail and crashing into Jialan Temple, Zhao Yang, who was behind, chased after him with a long sword.

When he arrives.

I saw dozens of strange monks wearing black monk robes forming a formation with hundreds of strange monks in gray robes fighting the players. Around them, there were more than a dozen strange-looking d/e-level young men wandering in the dark.

Lin Yu was no longer seen in the field.

Holding the long sword inverted, pulling out the short sword with the other hand, Zhao Yang joins the battle.

An unfair battle.

As the boss's weird monk is not present, the remaining weirdos that have not reached the innate level are no match for the innate masters at all.

Especially the three silver-armored corpses released from the field.

If it weren't for the formation of the strange black-robed monks in Jialan Temple, I'm afraid that three silver-armored corpses could push everything up!

Zhao Yang enjoys this strange pleasure of massacre,

The Great Cold Sword Blade blocked the weird tongue, and the tongue was forced to fork from the middle. Zhao Yang listened to the weird wailing, and the excitement in his eyes rose.

With a sword, he split the weirdness blocking in front of him. After replenishing a sword energy, Zhao Yang approached Huang Shan, who was taking the lead.

"Brother Huang, I wonder where Lin Yu has gone?"

"Go to the top of the mountain!"

Seeing Zhao Yang coming, Huang Shan put a half-person tall sword in his hand and forced the black-robed monk in front of him to retreat. Then he laughed and said, "You are late. You didn't see it just now. Lin Yu had just rode a dragon by, and was so scared that a group of ghost monks in the temple ran to the top of the mountain. That might be so sensation!"

Huang Shan seemed to be a little excited, but when chatting with Zhao Yang, he rushed into the formation of the monks in black.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had been surrounded by the monk in black.

All kinds of swords and axes were hammered on the head, causing the innate swordsman to block the left and right.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang sighed: "Brother Huang, please be busy first, I'll go to the top of the mountain to help Lin Yu."

"Wait! You guys help me first!"

Seeing Zhao Yang's figure disappear, and then to the group of monks around him with black pupils in their eyes, Huang Shan was in tears.

"Don't leave me behind!"

Seeing the monks in black around him coming up, Huang Shan used a move to fight all directions to force the monks in the whole body to retreat. Before Huang Shan could wait to shout and scold, three monks in black in black in the formation rushed over.

"Damn!"

He cursed, Huang Shan glared at her eyes and threw a knife in her sleeve out directly.

A nearly green knife light circled around in front of him.

A sword flashed, and a red line appeared on the three black-robed monks facing each other.

During the charge, half of his body began to slide down.

The copper hammer fell to the ground and made a loud noise.

Huang Shan, who used the sword in the sleeve, was a little panting. The powerful sword in the sleeve just now was completely his life-saving trick.

Before the big Huang Shan could retreat, he saw a group of boxers breaking through the formation of monks in black at the rear of his left side and rushing in.

He protected Huang Shan behind him, and the third senior brother who was leading the way laughed:

"Hey! I am worthy of being a congenital swordsman. Is this the sword in the sleeve of the sword in Shuzhong? I have gained some knowledge!"

"See the ghost!" Seeing that it was safe, Huang Shan laughed and cursed, "Thank you for your help! If it weren't for everyone, I'm afraid Huang's life would be here today!"

"Brother Huang's knife is really amazing..."

"Senior Brother Third!"

Seeing that his third senior brother was still in Huang Shan’s Hu Chui, Ling'er called him dissatisfiedly.

The third senior brother who once played a double act with Wang Zongchao was timid in a flash. After laughing twice, he asked again: "Brother Huang, did you know if you saw my master just now?"

"Senior Wang Wenhua? He just chased Lin Yu and went up the mountain together!"

The few people who were talking about it saw a silver-armored corpse rushing past, lying out a big way among the large group of strange monks.

There was no time to be amazed at the amazing combat power of these dead bodies, and several people looked at each other.

"Walk!"

Taking advantage of the gaps that the silver armored corpse broke out, several people retreated to a corner of the battle formation.

Looking back, I saw that the center of the battle formation had been broken by the three crazy silver-armored corpses!

"The law of the sanctuary has not been broken yet, please be careful!"

Lin Ziyu, who was standing with two Maoshan Taoist priests in the distance, shouted with his true energy.

Then a thunder in the palm of his hand was thrown on the monk in the night.

The monk in black, struck by thunder in his palm, fell to the ground, but within ten seconds, he got up again and rushed over.

“It’s really difficult!”

Lin Ziyu frowned and threw out a few talisman papers from his hand.

The talisman paper turned into a soldier from mid-air, blocking the black-clad monk's charge.

Seeing that Lin Ziyu was in danger, Huang Shan fought with several boxers.

"Brothers, I'll go and help Taoist Master Ziyu first!"

After saying that, Huang Shan rushed towards the direction of the forest fish as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Seeing Huang Shan like this, Wang Ling'er shouted from behind: "That big beard, have you seen the little scholar holding a sword?"

"Little scholar? Oh, Zhao Yang also went up the mountain!"

Huang Shantou answered without replying.

Seeing Huang Shan running to Lin Ziyu, Wang Ling'er looked around and then looked at the thing on the top of the mountain that looked like a burning cloud, and curled her lips and said, "Yeah, why don't you let me go up the mountain?"

"Little junior sister, the master is afraid that you will be in danger..."

"Danger?"

Wang Ling'er looked at the senior brothers with a strange look.

“Hehehe…”

Several brothers looked at each other and looked at each other speechlessly.

The fifth senior brother looked at his third senior brother and looked at the corpses around him. Seeing that they didn't say anything, he had to bite the bullet and said, "Little junior sister, we are afraid that others will be in danger if you go..."

......

......

Jialan Temple has become a mess, but at the top of the mountain, there is not as intense battle as Zhao Yang imagined.

When he walked along the stone steps to the top of the mountain, he saw a dragon with a flaming dragon in the snake plate protecting Lin Yu in the center.

The head of the dragon snake was staring at a bluestone dozens of meters in front of it.

To be precise, he was staring at the monk holding a mirror on the bluestone and wiping carelessly.

The moment Zhao Yang walked up, the monk turned his eyes to him.

Brown white eyes and cyan pupils.

In addition, this monk is no different from ordinary humans.

But it was holding that thing in its hand...

"Uh...you guys keep going, I'll just have a try."
Chapter completed!