In addition to the Taoist himself, both the obese monks and the pale-looking monks all looked at him in a daze, because the thin thread of weak hair was not only difficult to see with the naked eye, but also the spiritual consciousness could not see its existence.

It has a strange name, Wumingsi.

After Ye Tian avoided the sword light, he suddenly found that one of his wrists was entangled by a huge force. He immediately tightened his heart. Seeing the change of the Taoist fingers with a mole on his eyebrows, he immediately looked down at his wrists.

I saw a thin silk thread that was almost invisible to see was already wrapped around my wrists and was still tightening, gradually creating a red mark.

Ye Tian immediately understood that the Taoist who had moles on his eyebrows used the very rare Wuming Silk.

According to the "Five Elements Ghost Sword and Vigor", Wuming Silk comes from the wilderness mountains in the western part of Yan State. It is the silk thread spit out by the dragon and dark silkworm living there. Although it is called the dragon and dark silkworm, it has nothing to do with the dragon, and it is very weak and has no harm at all.

However, the Great Wilderness Mountains in the West are different, and they are filled with alien insects, spirit beasts, and all kinds of strange things. Many monks entered it, but they only had a dead end.

As a result, the Great Wilderness Mountain became a forbidden place for cultivators, so that no one has entered it for thousands of years. The Dragon and Nether Silkworm, who live in the Great Wilderness Mountain, has a long lifespan and cannot be traced back to many monks, because the Dragon and Nether Silkworm will only spit out the None Nether Silkworm once within a hundred years, and only spit out one foot.

From this we can see that Wuming Si is precious.

Ye Tian looked at the hands of the Taoist with a mole on his forehead, at least there were nearly ten feet of Wuming silk, which was spit out by the dragon and dark silkworms over a thousand years ago. These treasures were used as killing people silently.

"What are you waiting for? This person has been restrained by me with Wuming Silk. Now he has taken Ye Tian's life. As for the treasures on him, can it be divided into three?" The Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows changed his magic tricks again, but the Wuming Silk on Ye Tian's wrist continued to tighten.

He was a little confused. Wuming Silk is a silk thread comparable to a medium-grade magic weapon. It only needs to be sacrificed and refined to directly trap the enemy.

Originally, the Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows wanted to trap Ye Tian's neck, but considering Ye Tian's caution, it was difficult to succeed unexpectedly, so Wu Mingsi restrained one of Ye Tian's hands.

He wanted to use Wuming Silk to destroy Ye Tian's hand, so it would be much easier for the three of them to work together to deal with Ye Tian. But what he didn't expect was that Wuming Silk, which could barely be cut by the top-grade magic weapon, could not cut Ye Tian's skin.

Could it be that Ye Tian’s skin has reached the level of top-grade defensive magic weapon?

Thinking of this, the Taoist who had a mole on his forehead was shocked. He practiced for hundreds of years, and had difficulties and obstacles. Many things happened during his life and death. Even the ten-foot-less silk in his hand was discovered in an ancient cave.

But in this way, he has been practicing for hundreds of years in the late stage of the elixir, and his life is still far away from breaking the elixir and becoming a baby. On the other hand, Ye Tian was already in the early stage of the elixir at a young age, and his physical strength is comparable to his current cultivation level.

Such cultivation speed is really a stunning talent in the world.

Although the Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows is keen on talent, he also understands that the path of cultivation is like this. If Ye Tian is let go today, tomorrow he will meet others fighting for the treasure on him. Instead of letting him give the treasure to others, it is better to start first.

The other two looked at the Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows deeply. Like Ye Tian, ​​they didn't expect that this ugly guy would have something like Wumingsi.

While the two of them took action, they deliberately retreated to the side, keeping a distance from the Taoist who had moles on their foreheads.

The Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows seemed to be used to what others thought of him, and the magic tricks in his hand continued to change. The Wuming silk wrapped around Ye Tian's hand was deeply tightened and completely stopped moving.

The monk who lost five bone needles and looked pale immediately took out a small white flag from his storage bag. The top of the flag was inlaid with a strange-looking skeleton beast head, and soul power was vaguely emitted from it, which was obviously a rare magic weapon.

The small white flag swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into a bone bird with wings spreading, with its white bones emitting a prehistoric aura.

"This is an ancient bone stork, no, it only has a similar shape, and its momentum is obviously much worse." The fat monk looked at the bone bird's figure, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The ancient bone stork is a strange beast that has the strength of Nascent Soul since birth.

In front of him, the ancient bone stork in his body was exactly the same as the one recorded, with huge wings, thin body and curved and pointed lips. In addition to these, the momentum emitted by the ancient bone stork transformed from the white flag was slightly weaker than his tiger-headed sword.

The ancient bone stork flapped his bone wings and flew into the air, swooping towards Ye Tian.

The huge bone wings were very flexible. They suffocated Ye Tian, ​​who was standing in the air, and a violent storm soared from the ground and rolled directly towards Ye Tian.

The trees, flowers and plants on the ground were so weak in the face of this violent storm that they were all uprooted and flew into the storm in a mixed manner, and instantly turned into a piece of powder. The storm swept towards Ye Tian, ​​and even the Taoist who had a mole on his forehead nearest to Ye Tian couldn't help but retreat for a mile.

A violent storm fell on Ye Tian's body and ravaged by it. The strong wind slapped on Ye Tian's body, but it was like a child's itchy teasing, just with momentum.

Ye Tian stood in the storm, and the magic trick in his hand stopped changing. The Qingjue Chongyun Sword immediately divided into one hundred and eight small blue swords, turned into a blue sword light, rose into the sky, and disappeared on the clouds in an instant.

"What does he want to do?"

The fat monk saw one hundred and eight green sword lights flying into the sky, and he couldn't think of what Ye Tian was going to do for a moment, but in order to prevent himself from being attacked by the green sword, he had already tightened the tiger-headed sword in his hand.

The monk with a pale face glanced at the blue sword that disappeared in the sky. Then the magic trick changed and the ancient bone stork in the air opened its sharp mouth and wanted to swallow Ye Tian directly into his belly.

At this moment, the green light flashed in the sky.

The 108 small blue swords that had just disappeared were falling at a faster speed, and they were scattered in the normal space of the ancient bone stork, emitting a spiritual force that pressed the ancient bone stork and could not move.

When the monk with a pale face saw this scene, his face immediately became even more ugly, and his whole face became bloodless.

One hundred and eight small blue swords fell on the ancient bone stork, producing a huge pressure, causing the huge body of the ancient bone stork to rush directly to the ground, and fifty small blue swords were inserted on a pair of bone wings. The place where the bone wings and the body were connected was even broken due to the distance.

"boom!"

The body of the ancient bone stork fell to the ground with force, swaying a layer of smoke and dust that was dozens of meters high. Not only that, a deep pit appeared on the entire ground that was completely similar to that of the ancient bone stork, which was more than ten feet deep.

The severely damaged ancient bone stork completely lost its breath of prehistoric times. One hundred and eight small blue swords rose into the sky again, turning into a green craft rushing cloud sword and returning to Ye Tian, ​​floating quietly.

"puff"

The monk, whose face looked pale, immediately vomited a mouthful of blood because the ancient bone stork was damaged.

His face turned pale and bloodless. When the ancient bone stork on the ground turned into a broken white flag and returned to his hands, it immediately turned into a light and flew towards the city of Yan.

Just as he was about to leave, the Qingjue Chongyun Sword had already divided the thirty-six small blue swords, including two small blue swords. The blue light flashed and rushed directly towards the monk with a pale face.

"Fellow Taoist, save me!"

The monk with a pale face had just finished speaking. A small blue sword had penetrated his body, and another small blue sword that followed him pierced through his dantian.

Ye Tian would not indulge him to leave, and his body flashed and appeared next to his body, waved to take away the storage bag. At this time, the fat monk looked at the seventeen small blue swords coming towards him with gloomy eyes, holding the tiger-headed sword tightly in both hands, but in the end he did not take action.

The Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows hid in the distance and watched the Jingdan-stage cultivator die under Ye Tian's Qingjue Chongyun Sword, his eyes calm and without any slight gaze.

Ye Tian stood in the air, looking at the fat monk opposite and the Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows, and the magic tricks in his hands changed. He saw seventeen small blue swords surrounding the two of them, turning into green light and rushing directly towards them.

The fat monk swung the tiger-headed sword in his hand suddenly, and a powerful sword light directly blocked him and the blue sword, easily blocking the attack of the seventeen blue swords.

The Taoist with a mole on his eyebrows was not bad either. He quickly changed his magic tricks with his hands. Then he stood there and watched the seventeen small blue swords rushing towards him. As a result, the seventeen small blue swords were all blocked by an invisible force.

Whether it was Ye Tian or the obese monk, they knew that there was nothing around the Taoist with a mole on his forehead. In fact, it was because he used Wuming Silk.

Qingjue Chongyun Sword failed to attack and finally returned to Ye Tian.

The fat monk looked at Ye Tian and turned around and flew back to the city with some reluctance. At this time, the ghost Taoist who had been staying at dozens of miles away from the city flew to the other side of Ye Tian, ​​forming a triangle formation with Ye Tian and the Taoist priest who had a mole on his eyebrows.

"Fellow Taoist, why don't we join forces to divide the things we have obtained into 50% of the things we have obtained." The ghost Taoist looked at the Taoist priest with a mole on his forehead and suggested.

"The suggestion is pretty good, but you need to have capital." The Taoist priest with a mole on his eyebrows has heard some news about the ghost Taoist, but he has never seen the true strength of the ghost Taoist. If the other party is in the way, what's the use of keeping such a helper?

"What fellow Taoist said is very much." The ghost Taoist nodded slowly, and the magic trick in his hand was over.
Chapter completed!