Chapter 87

Yi Heng also knows that there is only one chance. If you can't rush through and get entangled for a moment, you can't say it's a situation of death and elimination. So he plays up the spirit of twelve points, and the spirit and soul of spiritual power are all in the highest state.

The black spots are getting bigger and bigger. It can be seen that they are human beings. All of them are dressed in yellow Taoist robes. The lowest level of cultivation is the last one. The level of Qi refining is 11, and the highest is the middle person. The 12th level of Qi refining is perfect.

But the first one was a young man who had just entered the 12th floor of Qi refining. I think he must have passed on his disciple.

"Whether you have a life depends on your fate."

Yi Heng saw the disciple whispered, as if to say himself, as if to say that person.

The face with a slight blush can be clearly seen. His eyes are staring at Yi Heng, and he exudes an excited look. Is it because he can personally kill his disciples?

In the purple mansion, the little man's fingers began to pinch, and the finger of "soul stab" was gradually improved with the little man's fingers.

Two or three miles away, Yi Heng's left hand behind his back makes a decision, and six cold lights begin to rotate rapidly behind him.

For a mile, the friar in yellow also offered a magic weapon, a small hammer with blue light shining all over the place. However, the first leader actually had two hammers with a blue electric light in the middle. They were all waiting for an opportunity to perform the work.

Twenty Zhang, the cold needle behind has been rotated to the extreme, but still did not send out.

The other five began to pinch the finger, and the spiritual power began to work.

Both sides flew head-on at high speed.

At this time, the flute under Yi Heng's feet actually sent out the sound of "Wuwu" and rushed to the other five people.

As soon as the sound was heard, the cold needle behind it suddenly dimmed. Then it whirled and shot at five people at high speed. Because of the speed, it seemed as if it disappeared directly behind the back.

As soon as the five man Dharma was about to be finished, the spirit power was just about to be input, but it was too late to hear the "Wuwu" sound, and then the spirit power was lax, but it was too late to adjust.

"Haloxylon, Haloxylon." Four sound, four needles through the four eyebrows, four people immediately fell down.

However, the pro disciple who rushed in front of him reacted very quickly. As soon as he heard the "Wuwu" sound, he hit them with two hammers. A flash of lightning and a loud noise suddenly came out.

The lightning strikes Yi Heng, and the loud noise makes the spirit sense pause for a moment. It is this moment that the bear claw needle that stabs the eyebrow is blocked.

It doesn't feel much to be struck by lightning. After all, the best defense weapon is not vegetarian, but the loud noise makes him lose his mind for a short time. Fortunately, the other side also has some taboo on the missing needle.

At this time, they were still six feet apart, usually a flash of distance, but now they must see life and death.

As soon as the villain in the purple mansion waves his hand, Yi Heng immediately wakes up. Then he quickly pinches the finger with his right hand. In an instant, he stares at the red eyes of the other party and spits out the three words "soul stab".

And the other side's double hammers also hit him quickly.

But as soon as the double hammer came out, the word "soul stab" came from his ear, and his mind was in a sharp pain. The psychic mind could not care to direct the double hammer, so he quickly covered his head with his hands, and his body fell down.

Yi Heng where can wait for him to wake up, two cold needles start at the same time, "shuttle" sound, unexpectedly at the same time this person from the eyebrow heart through.

At this time, the two just passed by, but life and death have been judged.

Yi Heng didn't have time to look at it carefully, so he decided to pinch it with both hands. A Xun character appeared in front of him. In an instant, he didn't enter the Dongxiao. With this blessing, the Dongxiao flew away like a strong wind.

Between breathing, the monks behind had arrived, but they saw five bodies falling down.

At the moment of hesitation, five bodies were already on the ground.

"What should I do now, elder martial brother Li?"

Fifteen people fell on the ground and looked at the five corpses on the ground and were silent. After half a sound, a monk asked.

"I can't believe that five people, such as younger martial brother Liu, would die in the face. What kind of magic is this person using? This matter has been out of our control, and there have been casualties among our disciples. How many years has it not happened? "

Elder martial brother Li's words are sad.

"Tell elder martial brother Chen immediately that it must be broken by elder martial brother Chen's day. We will continue to pursue, but we should not get too close. If we force this man into the misty forest, we will be successful."

After collecting the five corpses, one of them inspired the talisman, and the fifteen were close together and forced in the direction of Yi Heng.

Yi Heng was also very sad at this time. After all, he had to fly at a high speed because he had so many spells between his breath and his spirit was too tight.

An hour later, the misty forest appeared in the distance. If you can enter the fog forest this time, it will be regarded as a success.

"Xun Zi Jue" had been withdrawn for a long time, because the pursuers behind him did not seem to be chasing very closely. It is definitely necessary to save some aura.

After withdrawing the spell, he felt that the flight was quite slow, but he was helpless. It was faster than running on the ground.

Two hours later, I finally entered the misty forest safely and again. I felt very kind.He flew all the way and fled to the deep. He didn't know where his destination was. He didn't think he could escape the pursuit. It was estimated that even the foundation building friars would be furious.

Only to see how determined zhenmen to kill me, only to see how determined Yimen to meet me.

Zhenmen, the hall, full of yellow monks, the first monk called: "call Chen Shoutian to come here immediately."

A monk appeared at the gate of the hall. His yellow clothes fit him perfectly. His face was full of confidence. His eyes were proud. He showed his manner of being a proud son.

Entering the hall, he bowed down and called out, "I have seen the master of the gate and all the elders." It turned out that all the monks built foundations, but he did not show any fear.

"Shou Tian, what happened to Liu Yisi's death?" Before the master of the gate opened his mouth, a mourning monk in the right row asked first.

"Report back to martial uncle, I have just learned about this. I will start to investigate immediately. There will be a detailed report within two hours at most." Although he was asked, the answer was neither humble nor overbearing.

Hearing this answer, the monk had nothing to say and sighed heavily.

"Martial uncle, younger martial brother Liu is your favorite apprentice, but has it ever been my younger brother who shared weal and woe? Today, I, Chen Shoutian, promise that I will kill the murderer myself and avenge my younger martial brother in a few days. "

This is a firm statement, but let the palace to blame the words do not export.

"A few years ago, you proposed to organize genmen and sanxiu to specially surround and kill Yi disciples, but it has been successfully solved by Zeng Yushu of Yimen in three consecutive steps.

Up to now, there is no way to counterattack. Now we have lost the beloved apprentice of Mr. Xiao. But can you bear the responsibility? "

If the headmaster doesn't speak, he has already. Once he speaks, the sharp words make Chen Shoutian's face blue and red.

If the answer is that they can bear it, it is obviously a lie. Who can bear the death of the biography?

"Please punish me." The man fell on his knees at once.

"Hum, I thought that you were just making a little fuss, which could temper your temperament and enhance your strength, but now it's at the cost of passing it on yourself? It's like eating a bear's heart and strengthening your dog's courage. "