Cheng Tianhua glanced at the protective array vigilantly, and saw the starlight flowing around the array, echoing the Big Dipper in the sky, and a steady stream of star power was injected into the seven light pillars below.

It turns out to be just the seven-star array for main protection!

Cheng Tianhua breathed a sigh of relief.

He was promoted to the Imitation Infant Monk ninety years ago. However, it has been delayed until now because there is no infant spiritual creature in the clan. His strength is only a little inferior to that of the Ouyang ancestor. Even if all the eleven golden elixirs of the Fu family are obtained,

He believes that he can annihilate all the Fu family's golden elixirs without even using half a stick of incense.

Cheng Tianhua waved his sleeves.

Instantly.

A majestic power fell on the protective light curtain.

The light curtain trembled violently.

It soon returned to its original shape.

Obviously.

Cheng Tianhua urgently wants to break through the formation and join his Taoist companions. If he is a step too late, he is afraid that the treasure of the Yuling Sect will fall into the hands of Patriarch Cheng.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The entire Changling Peak almost invariably erupted with roars!

At this time.

In front of the formation.

The eleven members of the Fu family stood side by side.

Qin Shoumei is manipulating the central array of the seven-star array, quickly using star power to make up for the damaged protective light curtain. It is obviously a bit difficult for her to maintain this protective array. At this time, there are layers of sweat on her forehead. It is obvious that

Four fake infant monks teamed up to break the formation, but she couldn't bear it.

Qin Shoumei said anxiously:

"County Lord, please join the battle quickly."

Fu Shiyi looked at the seven-star array in front of him that was bombarding non-stop. He nodded slightly to the old man and others with a solemn expression. The old man took the lead and entered the position of Old Ancestor Cheng. Sixth sister Mo Lan took his twelfth uncle, sixteenth brother and eighteenth brother.

Brother flashed his body and entered Cheng Tianhua's position, while Fu Zhihong led the remaining three people into the protective shield of the only fake baby girl.

"Call"

Fu Shiyi took a deep breath.

The body flashed.

Submerge into the southwest protective cover and become invisible in the formation.

Southwest side.

Naturally, he is the last remaining fake infant monk Ouyang Sanguai.

Of the four fake infant monks, Ouyang's three monsters are the most famous, and their strength is unfathomable.

Fu Shiyi knew the identity of the other party just from the black robe covered with skulls on his body. It was precisely because of this that she knew that she was the most suitable to deal with the three Ouyang monsters.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Fu Xiaoyou, his cultivation level is not high, but his ability is not small. He actually chose to fight with me alone. He is worthy of being the fifth-grade county master!"

The voices of Ouyang Three Monsters seemed to come from all directions.

The voice has a strange accent.

Neither yin nor yang.

It makes people shudder to hear it.

Suddenly.

A wisp of wind blew towards her face.

Fu Shiyi's heart was awe-inspiring, and he quickly turned sideways. A silver flying needle as big as a hair flew past her eyebrows. The next moment, there were swishing sounds all around her, and in the blink of an eye, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Thousands of silver minute hands attacked her.

A critical moment!

Just see.

A piece of lotus petal suddenly flew out of Fu Shiyi's body, and wrapped Fu Shiyi layer by layer in an instant.

The next moment.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Countless silver flying needles shot at the lotus. The silver flying needles only left a few black marks on the lotus petals, and then they all rolled back.

"Huh?"

Ouyang Three Monsters smiled in surprise.

The black robe covering him moved in the wind, and then a lustful gaze shot out and fell on the lotus petals:
Chapter completed!