"With your current cultivation level, you can't escape from the palm of my hand!" Seeing Wen Tianbao's poor escape technique, the young monk behind him sneered. His body was like it was completely in the water in the soil. The yellowish light filled his body, and the soil had no obstacles at all. In an instant, it rushed over more than ten feet, and Wen Tianbao only moved a few feet apart every breath.

At this time, a small seal on his head released a little golden light and smashed into the soil. Wen Tianbao paused, and the wooden spiritual power on the acupoint rotated wildly, condensing a large hand of flame. At this time, he had spiritual consciousness and mastered it much more skillful than before, and the flame would not cause damage to him.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Wen Tianbao took advantage of the impact and moved slightly to the left. At this moment, a figure with a yellow light on his back quickly appeared in Wen Tianbao's position before him.

"Qi!" He pointed at Wen Tianbao and slapped a high-level magic weapon flying sword. He sensed the murderous intent behind him. Wen Tianbao's body turned away again, and another twisted wood energy collided with the magic weapon flying sword. As the wood energy flew, Wen Tianbao's spiritual consciousness moved, and the dispersed wood energy turned into smaller solid wood energy, which continuously hit the flying sword body. The flying sword was originally somewhat blocked in the soil, but was hit one after another, and its speed was greatly reduced.

Wen Tianbao, who had just thought he could avoid the attack of the flying sword, had not breathed a sigh of relief, and snorted coldly from the side and said, "Die!" Wen Tianbao hurriedly used his big flame hand again, and saw the other party sending out a sharp thunder sting from the side. This cone sting condensed by thunder spirit power was covered with flashing thunder flowers, and its speed and destructive power were astonishing. Wen Tianbao's big flame hand was directly penetrated, and at the same time penetrated Wen Tianbao's right hand, pierced into his body, and headed straight for Wen Tianbao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Originally, Wen Tianbao had Baoyu assisted him, but now this thunder spiritual power entered his sea of ​​consciousness. Baoyu was as quiet as a deep pool. Wen Tianbao was shocked. When the spiritual consciousness moved, he quickly set up a spiritual barrier in his mind. The spiritual consciousness was the place of the soul, and the spirit was the power of the spiritual consciousness. If the spiritual consciousness was destroyed, the soul would be destroyed. Although his spiritual consciousness was a false foundation spiritual consciousness, and the excitation range was small, the spirit contained was very powerful, but it was obviously even more powerful.

Boom! Finally, the mental barrier could not stop the attack of the thunder thorn. Wen Tianbao's spiritual consciousness was covered by surging thunder. He had been damaged by lightning. Although the thunder and lightning stimulated by this monk was far less than the thunder of the day. But it was not his spiritual consciousness that could resist it. The entire spiritual consciousness shrank violently between the current and was destroyed half in an instant. The spiritual consciousness, which was originally in the middle stage of foundation building, fell to the early stage of foundation building again.

"Puff!" Wen Tianbao spit out a mouthful of blood, and was frightened and angry. He moved his finger again and quickly escaped, and at the same time he stimulated his only low-level flying sword that had been with him for a long time.

"Explode!" The flying sword had already communicated with him, so it could naturally be controlled smoothly. The flying sword seemed to tremble spiritually, and then a loud noise was made, and a large area of ​​soil exploded. The young monk also used his magic weapon to resist the impact, but it was a little further away from Wen Tianbao. At this moment, another monk above fell into the soil. Although his escape technique was not very powerful, it was much faster than Wen Tianbao, and directly intercepted it from Wen Tianbao's side.

Wen Tianbao suddenly felt something was wrong. At this time, the mud beside him suddenly rushed away. Wen Tianbao subconsciously blocked it with his arm. The small golden seal directly collided with Wen Tianbao's right hand. Wen Tianbao's right hand bones seemed to break, drooping, completely losing their function. "Haha, you don't have to escape, die!" A monk came out of the broken soil, and a golden hand seal rushed out, with extraordinary power. Wen Tianbao used some spiritual power left in his dantian to condense a big hand of flame again, but was smashed into pieces by the golden hand seal. When he turned around and wanted to escape, he was accidentally knocked out and fell into the woods.

"Cough cough..." Wen Tianbao had just been unearthed, and saw two foundation-building monks, plus another foundation-building monk, quickly siege them, and the other two foundation-building monks were obviously chasing Lin Yao, Jian Chuan and others. In desperation, Wen Tianbao directly opened the storage bag left by the young man surnamed Wang, and swept his spiritual sense. He didn't know how to scan it, but it actually scared him. The storage bag was more than ten feet in size, with twenty or thirty magic weapons left in it, and more than ten magic weapons. In the last corner, there seemed to be a one in the last corner.

The Taoist token flashed and shone with a faint light. I don’t know where the monk named Wang came from. However, it is not surprising to know that he is an insider of the sect and can get these benefits from the sect. He was not moved, and threw out the magic weapons in it with the control of objects and killed the three foundation-building cultivators. Originally, he forced his control of objects in the middle stage of foundation-building spiritual consciousness, and was barely able to compete with, but now the spiritual consciousness has fallen and consumes a lot. He feels more and more difficult, and sweat beads on his forehead keep falling.

"This guy actually has so many high-level magic weapons! Even magic weapons! It's a waste of resources to use them like this! Take them all!" The three cultivators moved their spiritual consciousness and broke into the magic weapons. Wen Tianbao's spiritual consciousness is now damaged, so he dare not fight with them. He immediately let the three people compete for the magic weapons.

He took another round disc-shaped high-level magic weapon and took the opportunity to quickly control it. These magic weapons were all masters of the sect, but they could not be detonated without being familiar with or refined. As soon as he controlled this disc, three foundation-building monks behind him chased after him. Wen Tianbao gritted his teeth, paused in the air, and sprinkled all the magic weapons and magic weapons.

When the sky falls like snowflakes, no! For monks, they are almost all priceless treasures. The shining magic weapons come into the eyes of many qi-refining monks and even foundation-building monks. Many monks show their greed.

Some rebellious disciples did not dare to hinder the foundation-building monks who saw the foundation-building monks chasing Wen Tianbao, but when many magic weapons and magic weapons fell from the sky, these disciples immediately rushed forward like wolves and tigers, and snatched them one after another. The scene became extremely chaotic for a moment. The three foundation-building monks who were originally chasing Wen Tianbao all changed their faces.

"Damn it! We don't have to worry about these things anymore. We must kill him!" The young monk angrily stimulated his spiritual power with all his strength. At this moment, a shuttle had been replaced on his feet, extremely fast, and took the lead in bypassing the cultivators who were fighting for him and killing Wen Tianbao.

At this time, Wen Tianbao, who had originally escaped in disappointment, saw several rebellious monks coming not far away, and they were all building foundation cultivation. His face darkened, and he didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. Just as he was hesitating, the young monk behind him came to chase him again.

Wen Tianbao was sure of his heart, and suddenly he controlled the disc-shaped magic weapon and flickered around. "My friend, if you hand over your storage bag, we should protect you from death, and even kill these sect thieves." A middle-aged monk smiled as if he were kind, and several other monks nodded and responded to Wen Tianbao with a friendly attitude.

Wen Tianbao didn't believe it. Besides, there was a token in his storage bag that was said to be able to enter and exit the sect. If he handed it over to the other party, he might not only not help him, but instead took it for himself, which would not be worth the loss. Although the people in the sect were hateful, these rebellious disciples were not easy to save money.

"It is impossible to hand over the storage bag!" Wen Tianbao spoke out bluntly, mastered the disc-shaped magic weapon, and quickly bypassed the side. "Damn it!" These rebellious disciples all changed their faces. The middle-aged monk had even looked angry and slapped out a high-level flying sword, slashing Wen Tianbao straight.

"Want to kill me?" Wen Tianbao once again drove a high-level magic weapon from the storage bag and collided with the flying sword. Both of them were beaten. Wen Tianbao didn't look back and left.

At this moment, the young monk also rushed up. He first stared at the rebellious foundation-building monks with a bright look, then snorted coldly and chased Wen Tianbao. Two other foundation-building monks were closely following him. "We are chasing us too!" The rebellious foundation-building monks all looked angry. They wanted Wen Tianbao to give the benefits, but Wen Tianbao not only refused to give them, but instead ignored the few people like this, which was simply hateful.

Everyone suddenly saw a strange scene. A young disciple was hunted by a large number of foundation-building monks. Every time they threw magic weapons to block them, even causing riots.

The gate not far away was clearly visible, and corpses were everywhere on the ground, and dozens of foundation-building monks were fighting. Wen Tianbao took a deep breath and rushed over several magic weapons behind him. Wen Tianbao looked at the almost empty storage bag, and had plans in his mind. He took out the token from the storage bag. The token was silver-gray, with words similar to the elder token engraved on it. It was just a big "dan". In the past, it was very easy to enter and exit the sect. It often issued a sect token as long as it was approved. However, now the situation is in danger and rebellion is everywhere. Few people have issued a sect order.

"Since you want this storage bag, I will give it to you!" Wen Tianbao seemed to be forced into a dead end, but he consciously seized a glimmer of hope and flew towards everyone. These foundation-building monks did not dare to neglect them. The magic weapon that had originally killed Wen Tianbao could not help but pause, and Wen Tianbao quickly landed downwards.

The young foundation-building monk seemed to have already stared at Wen Tianbao and quickly approached Wen Tianbao. This time the square tripod weapon fell. Wen Tianbao hurriedly controlled the magic weapon to deviate in the air, but was still scratched on his shoulders. A crisp sound was made, and Wen Tianbao's left arm was also shattered. In the pain, there was an unstable air, and Wen Tianbao fell directly.

Countless monks on the platform are fighting each other. At this moment, among the monks, Lin Yao, Jian Chuan and several disciples. There are fewer people at this moment, and almost everyone else is seriously injured. Not far away, there are two foundation-building monks who are chasing in the air, fighting against several rebellious foundation-building monks, but they are not worried about Lin Yao, Jian Chuan and other disciples.

"Junior Brother Fang!" At this time, seeing a figure falling in the air in an arc, Lin Yao, Jian Chuan and others stepped forward almost at the same time to catch Wen Tianbao. At this time, the figure of the young monk appeared, his eyes were like sharp thorns. When several disciples saw his eyes, they screamed, covered their eyes, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Lin Yao and Jian Chuan wanted to catch Wen Tianbao, but saw a flying sword slashing. The two had to control magic weapons to resist, but they were powerless. Wen Tianbao felt the sound of the wind in his ears in the air and immediately motivated his whole body. He used the force to move in the air and barely avoided the killing of the flying sword. Unexpectedly, the square tripod weapon fell down again.

At this time, Jian Chuan's spiritual power moved, and he pushed Wen Tianbao, and the tripod weapon hit the ground, and another crack appeared on the platform. "Junior Brother Fang, we may not be able to leave!" Jian Chuan, Lin Yao and two other disciples surrounded him. At the same time, six or seven foundation-building cultivators had landed, with bright eyes, staring at Wen Tianbao and others. The momentum alone was enough to shake the ordinary Qi-refining disciples to pieces, but Jian Chuan, Lin Yao and Wen Tianbao had two other disciples, but they looked determined and looked at him as if they were home. Faced with this momentum, they still stood firmly!

"We can go, I have a token here." The light of the formation gate behind it flowed, as if it was the light of hope. In front of it was the enemy's hatred gaze. Wen Tianbao was calm and calm, so he slowly took out a token.

"No!" The young monk saw the token in Wen Tianbao's hand at a glance and immediately activated the magic weapon to fight. Jian Chuan used his object control technique to slay a high-level flying sword to collide with him. Jian Chuan spewed out a mouthful of blood, but at least blocked it. The other six or seven foundation-building monks also activated the magic weapon, and even rushed over with overwhelming spiritual consciousness.

"Contact me with spiritual power!" Wen Tianbao moved his left hand and poured his token into his spiritual power. He shouted loudly. When he stimulated his spiritual consciousness to desperately resist the seven or eight spiritual consciousnesses that were surging. Several disciples such as Lin Yao and Jian Chuan were exerting their spiritual power to enter Wen Tianbao's body. Unexpectedly, Wen Tianbao's spiritual consciousness was injured by the seven or eight spiritual consciousnesses in the foundation stage, and the spiritual power that was poured into him was also blocked. Wen Tianbao suddenly flew backwards. At the same time, the remaining disciples such as Jian Chuan and Lin Yao were also knocked to the ground by an impact.

Wen Tianbao bumped into the formation gate, and the light of the gate behind him flowed, reflecting the tokens in his hand, "Junior Brother Fang, go quickly! Don't worry about us! All these things are left for you! Avenge us in the future!" Jian Chuan lay not far away, suddenly shouted loudly, throwing the storage bags that had been searched for the spies of the Yijian Sect that day. Lin Yao and other disciples also threw out the storage bags. "Senior Brother Jian, Senior Sister Lin!! You!!!" Wen Tianbao looked anxious and had no time to say more, but he saw the two of them suddenly emit a spiritual impact, which shot Wen Tianbao and the storage bag into the formation gate. Wen Tianbao only saw a few storage bags plunged into his arms and instantly disappeared into the light of the formation gate.

Seeing Wen Tianbao enter the formation gate, Jian Chuan and Lin Yao smiled happily, with a little miserable smile, but the two of them held hands tightly at this moment. They had worked together for a long time, but they had grown a little affection. Faced with the moment of death, they smiled self-evidently...

"Senior Brother Jian, Senior Sister Lin..." Wen Tianbao shouted repeatedly, but the formation gate completely swallowed his body like a swallowing mouth. The rich fog in front of him appeared. Wen Tianbao's voice echoed in it, but no one responded. There was only an endless whiteness, followed by his mental instability, his injury broke out, and the whiteness quickly turned black.

Dong! With a dull impact, Wen Tianbao completely lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!