Chapter 1112

After the fight before, the yuan spirit power in Shen Lang's body has been consumed by more than half. After all, he is only the early practice of Nirvana, and the spiritual reserve in Dantian is not enough.

Shen Lang is walking along, holding the five elements crystal in his hand and slowly recovering.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

A few signal bombs suddenly flew out of the air on the west side.

Shen Lang was shocked all over, and immediately ran at full speed to the west of the foot of the mountain.

In a swamp west of the mountain, fierce fighting is going on.

Hundreds of disciples of the Chongxiao hall met hundreds of monks from JUMO villa. The sound of spiritual tools and techniques was heard everywhere. The scene was a mess, mixed with corpse blood.

The team in the Chongxiao hall is not lucky enough for Cheng Luo, because compared with the enemy, the strength is too different, and the battle situation is almost one-sided.

Although the number of monks from JUMO village is small, there are five monks in the foundation period. The first one even has the later stage of foundation construction!

On this side of the Chongxiao hall, there are only four monks in the foundation period. The highest one is the elder he in the middle of the foundation period.

The war was almost a one-sided massacre when the other party suddenly attacked.

"The disciples of JUMO villa listen to the order and kill all these wild odds and ends!" A pockmarked old man led by JUMO village shouted.

"Yes!"

A large number of disciples of JUMO village, dressed in black robes, threw out spiritual tools and attacked the monks in Chongxiao hall.

These 100 disciples of JUMO villa have a spiritual weapon, which is well-equipped, and their strength greatly exceeds that of the disciples of Chongxiao hall.

The disciples of the Chongxiao hall were caught by surprise. They immediately used their skills to form a simple ring defense array to join forces with the disciples of the magic village to attack.

Elder he urged the golden bowl magic weapon to resist the attack of two elders of JUMO village.

He had already sent out a signal bomb. He had planned to delay the monks and wait for reinforcements.

However, before he hit twice, he saw that the monk with pockmarked face threw out a magic weapon with black paint. The magic blade flashed a black light, which directly penetrated the chest of an elder of Chongxiao hall.

"No, elder Wang!" Elder he opened his eyes wide and shouted.

The elder Wang had two convulsions and died instantly. The body fell into the swamp.

An elder of the same sect was killed so easily. He Changlao's scalp is numb.

The war situation is also one-sided. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight elite disciples die miserably.

The combat power of both sides is not at the same level. If we keep fighting like this, we will wipe out all of us in half a breath of incense!

Elder he's eyes are about to split and he shouts: "all the disciples of Chongxiao hall listen to the order. There's no need to fight. Run away!"

Upon hearing this, a large number of disciples of the Chongxiao hall started running, and the defensive formation was disrupted instantly.

A group of monks from the later stage of Qi refining in JUMO villa rushed in and killed the disciples of Chongxiao hall.

"Younger martial sister, let's run!" Su Haoyun looks flustered in the battle situation. He holds up an ice wall to resist the attack of several monks of JUMO village.

"Master told us not to be afraid of death." Xiao linger, who was on the side of the body, gave a drink and tried to use the ice technique. Two huge ice guns ran through the chests of two black robed monks. The white skirt on his body was dyed red with blood.

"I don't care if I'm going to die. If you don't run, I'll run!" Su Haoyun's face is livid. Although he didn't want Xiao linger to die, he cared more about his life.

After roaring, Su Haoyun turns around and runs. He is too lazy to take care of Xiaoling.

Several black robed friars swarmed on, Xiao linger struggled to use his defense skills, propped up an ice wall, and tried to resist.

Seeing the disciples of Chongxiao hall running away, Xiao linger's face turned white. She suddenly remembered the instructions before Shen lang. no matter what happened, life preservation is the most important thing.

After biting his teeth, Xiao linger retreated to the mountain forest outside the swamp.

He Chang and other three elders of Chongxiao hall are still fighting hard. Others can escape. They can't escape if they want to.

"Hum, a group of savage bastards, let me send you to the West!" The monk with pockmarked face, who was led by JUMO village, laughed and offered a big black flag.

This treasure is called Heifeng flag, and it's a middle-class magic weapon.

The monk pockmarked his arms tightly to the flagpole and began to shake wildly. A strange black wind suddenly blew around the swamp.

"Whine" ~ "

a huge skull flew out of the black flag. Blood was shining in the empty eyes, and the sound of crying and Howling came out, which made people creepy.

The disciples of Chongxiao hall, who were still trapped in the war, were dizzy as if their spirits had been hurt when they heard the whimpering of ghosts.

The disciples of the Chongxiao hall had no resistance in an instant, and they were swarmed by a large number of monks of JUMO village. They killed cleanly and were surrounded by blood.

Three founding elders were also affected.

Monk Mazi continued to shake the black wind flag, and several giant skulls attacked the elder He Chang.

In a flash, two elders were swallowed by the skull and even one body was bitten in two.

Only when elder he urged the golden bowl to release the golden light, could he barely resist the attack of the two skulls. However, it is still hard to fight with two fists and four hands. Finally, it was burned to death by the magic flame from many skulls.

The friar pockmarked up the black wind flag, and his old face showed a smirk of satisfaction: "wild waste, it's unbearable!"

"Elder Jin, there are more than a dozen fish that have escaped. Shall we chase them?" A monk in the early days of building a foundation in black robes asked for instructions.

"A group of small fish in the period of Qi refining need not be chased. The main purpose of our trip is to kill the foundation building monks of ChongXiao palace and hanyue palace. You should recover the spoils and prepare for the next attack. " Said monk pockmarked not coldly.

"Yes!"

Several elders behind him immediately responded with fists.

Just as the monks of JUMO manor were collecting the spoils of the corpses, a young man in white robes suddenly rushed out of the trees in the distance.

"Eh?" Monk pockmarked was stunned for a while, and someone found them alone. Isn't it death seeking?

The white robed youth is exactly Shen Lang.

Looking at the bloody situation in front of him, Shen Lang's face was a little white. The disciples of Chongxiao hall were all destroyed!

Other people's life and death are too lazy to care. His eyes are like electricity. His mind searches for the body, and he is relieved.

Fortunately, Xiao linger is not among them.

"Who are you, boy?" Two elders of JUMO villa came out and shouted at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang shrunk his eyes and said coldly, "elder of Chongxiao hall."

"Hum, I'm a bastard. I'll die for the elder!"

Monk pockmarked sneered and threw a one foot long magic blade in his hand.

"Whew!"

There is a black light on the surface of the magic blade, and it strikes the waves like lightning.