Chapter 1415 Death Spell

"Bun--"

With a huge shock, a huge purple palm came across the sky, banging on a giant claw that was about to grab a number plate, and it collapsed.

Then, a purple figure rushed to the number plate, took it easily and took it in his hand.

"Brother Fu Xiandao, I gave up!"

beside him, a slightly slower figure saw that the number plate had been held in his hand by the purple figure, but he couldn't help sighing, "It's a pity that it's so late!"

After sighing, his body flashed again, turned into a streamer, and rushed to another place.

There is a rule for the number plate competition. If you don't buy the number plate, you can compete at will, regardless of means; once you buy the number plate, you can no longer grab it... How can I make up the number plate so easily? Get out of the way!" A giant man, in a roar, a virtual shadow of an ancient fierce beast, appeared out of thin air, looked up to the sky and roared, and a roared out of thin air, bombarded at another green-robed monk.

"This is natural. What does it have to do with you?" The monk in green robe shook his body, and a black lotus bloomed under his feet. Between the infinite ripples, the void was twisted, and the number plate was firmly locked by his side, and then reached out to reach over.

"What Brother Qinghe said is very much, so, this number plate, little sister, you're welcome!"

Seeing that the number plate was about to fall in the palm of the palm of the green-robed monk. In this twisted world, there was a sudden ripple. A young woman in black. Out of thin air, he grabbed the number plate, and then his body flashed again and disappeared.

"Miao Chan, if you dare to grab my number plate, there will be a day you regret!" Qinghe shouted sharply, and his face was quite distorted.

"Little sister is waiting!" In the void, a graceful female voice sounded, but. The figure did not appear.

"Mom, it's Miao Chan, a poisonous woman, who got the number plate. This woman is poisoned. I'd better not mess with it for the time being!" In the distance, a white-clothed scholar saw this scene and did not hesitate to throw out the number plate he had snatched in his hand. At that time, it attracted the looting of countless monks... With the passage of time, the battle became more and more fierce. Some monks were careless for a moment. But he was hit. In desperation, he could only withdraw from the competition for those that might be good number plates.

Zhong Yuan did not spend much time in this kind of competition. He just selectively avoided a few people who were similar to his combat strength in his sense, and then grabbed one casually and fell back to the ground.

It's almost a quarter of an hour. All the number plates have been settled.

At this time, the elder of the First Devil Hall shouted, "The battle begins!"

When it is, from No. 1 to No. 8. Eight monks flew out together. He rushed to the four platforms. If I love you in the blink of an eye, I can get the ring from the top.

That is, time, the four ring, all change.

One, mountain peaks, rising from the ground, continuous ups and downs, like countless dragons, winding on the earth; one, a vast ocean, boundless; one, a vast grassland, thousands of miles of color; one, a piece of void, nothing, just like the beginning.

Four worlds, none of the same, eight monks, catch the right children and fight, start immediately.

The light curtain that covers the ring, I don't know what formation has been arranged. It's quite mysterious. You look at the past casually, but what you see is a pocket world. The battle situation of the inner monks is hazy and hazy. However, as long as you stare at it, it is like being in that side of the world, and you can see the situation of the person fighting clearly.

However, in this way, except for a very small number of people, the rest of the people can only selectively watch the battle of one of the Laitai Mountain, and the rest can only be roughly seen, but there is no way to understand it so carefully.

Zhong Yuan has known about such a situation for a long time, and it is said that it is also to shape fairness as much as possible.

The current Zhong Yuan is just an incarnation, with four uses. He can see the situation above the four rings clearly, but he can't do it. However, he was not entangled and directly chose the No. 2 ring. The reason is very simple. On the No. 2 ring, there is a person who is one of the five who is aware of his previous induction.

Although Zhong Yuan did not find that he sensed himself, it was not possible that he had finished it quietly. Therefore, Zhong Yuan did not dare to be careless.

Concentrate, stand time, and walk on a blue wave like the sky, the breeze is refreshing, the waves are slightly undulating, and the sea and the sky are the same color, which is quite pleasant.

Over the ocean, above the clouds, two monks are fighting.

A monk, dressed in black armor, shining in black light, extremely bright, his whole body is wrapped in armor, and he can't see his face, but his eyes are full of fierce light.

In his hand, holding a big gun of the same black, tens of millions of gun shadows flashed, like tens of millions of poisonous dragons out of the cave, fiercely devouring the prey, extremely fierce and domineering.

However, his opponent, a young monk in a purple gorgeous robe, did not use any magic weapon. With a pair of white jade-like palms, he moved at will, but he stood firmly in the void, and his body did not move at all.

"Well, it's rare for you to come here, and I have enough time for you to perform. Now, you can die at ease!"

With a shout, the young monk in purple robe moved his hands together and pinched out a strange seal, "The first spell of the nine-robberish spell, seize the essence!"

A gray light shone, and in an instant, the void condensed into a ghost. The first two horns, blue hair and red face, dark eyes, dead silence, a big mouth, almost occupying more than half of the face, a big mouth, when it was, a gray wind blew out, and in an instant, the black armored monk was shrouded.

Then, suck hard, and the gray wind re-enters. However, the black armored monk only had an empty skin left, and the flesh and blood, bones, meridians, etc. inside disappeared.

At this time, the formula in the hands of the purple-robed monk changed, and the evil spirit immediately contracted. In an instant, it condensed into an elixir pill the size of a chicken egg and fell into his hand.

Then, the monk in purple threw it casually and fell into his mouth and swallowed it.

Most of the monks who saw this scene couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts. They secretly warned themselves that they should be careful, be careful, and be careful about this monk in purple. ( To be continued...) RQ