Chapter: 589
However, before his attack landed, a spell hit his chest, knocking him into the air.
Falling to the ground, the man was out of breath.
"Overestimating one's abilities!" On the side of Wanmo Ridge, the leading cultivator snorted coldly, holding his own spiritual weapon, he was about to step forward to end the soldier's life.
He didn't move his footsteps, but suddenly he stopped, frowned and said, "What's the sound?"
The rumbling sound quickly approached from the side, and then the house on the side was knocked out of a big hole, and a tall figure blatantly rushed out of the hole.
Looking at this person, the leading cultivator from Wanmo Ridge exclaimed: "Giant armor!"
This guy obviously recognized the giant armor.
Following the fluctuation of spiritual power, the giant armor who killed here looked left and right, and before he could figure out the situation, he was besieged by a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge.
He lowered his head, aimed at the enemy in a charging posture, stomped on his feet, and rushed out, hitting him one after another, causing a halo to flash on his body.
The distance between each other quickly narrowed, and a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge scattered in all directions. The originally tight formation was smashed apart, and one monk couldn't dodge in time, and his bone broke when hit by the giant armor, and he fell and flew out.
Before those Wanmo Ridge cultivators regrouped, there was a sudden cry and the sound of pipa flicking, and then on the surrounding roofs, the immortal guards appeared one by one, and the spirit binding locks moved towards them. When the hood is under.
Another flow of light from the imperial weapon came and killed them, reaping their lives. In just a short moment, this group of seven or eight cultivators from Wanmo Ridge were killed in pieces.
Lu Ye took back his imperial weapon and jumped off the roof, followed by a group of spirits, who came to the bloody Haotianmeng monk to check his injuries.
After a while, Lu Ye sighed in his heart, this man was hopeless, the injury was too serious.
At this moment, the eighth-level Bingxiu seems to be returning to the light, his face is a little rosier, he looks at the ghosts around him in surprise, and then at Lu Ye and Ju Jia, a glimmer of hope ignited in his originally gray eyes, He raised his hand and grabbed Lu Ye's arm: "Go save someone!"
"Know."
Lu Ye nodded slightly.
The hand holding Lu Ye's arm dropped down, and the vitality quickly dissipated from the soldier's body.
Yiyi cleaned the battlefield, and the giant armor came over with a Wanmo Ridge monk who had lost the strength to resist, and held it in front of Lu Ye.
Lu Ye looked at him, a little puzzled.
"You kill!" the giant armor buzzed.
"Kill yourself." Lu Ye thought he was making merit for himself.
Little did they know that when Ju Jia followed Sima Yang in the past, in every battle, Ju Jia would charge forward and maim the enemy, and Sima Yang would reap the merits in the end.
Jujia scratched his head. Although he had killed some people in Fenghuayuan in a fit of madness before, at that time he was completely dominated by the anger in his heart, and he had no memory of it afterwards. Killing such things was a bit too strange to him.
But he is also a monk at the ninth level, and he has never killed an enemy before. It's not because he doesn't want to kill, but because Sima Yang doesn't want him to kill.
After thinking for a while, he threw the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge in his hand on the ground, then raised his big foot, and under the terrified gaze of the other party, he stepped on his head.
It was as if the watermelon had been stepped on and exploded, and the scene was bloody.
Lu Ye glanced at him and said without saying anything, "Let's go."
Following the source of the fluctuation of spiritual power, he rescued two groups of monks from the Haotian League along the way. These people were all killed and scattered.
Under their guidance, after a stick of incense, Lu Ye finally arrived at the main battlefield where the two major forces were fighting. JrNovels.com
Falling to the ground, the man was out of breath.
"Overestimating one's abilities!" On the side of Wanmo Ridge, the leading cultivator snorted coldly, holding his own spiritual weapon, he was about to step forward to end the soldier's life.
He didn't move his footsteps, but suddenly he stopped, frowned and said, "What's the sound?"
The rumbling sound quickly approached from the side, and then the house on the side was knocked out of a big hole, and a tall figure blatantly rushed out of the hole.
Looking at this person, the leading cultivator from Wanmo Ridge exclaimed: "Giant armor!"
This guy obviously recognized the giant armor.
Following the fluctuation of spiritual power, the giant armor who killed here looked left and right, and before he could figure out the situation, he was besieged by a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge.
He lowered his head, aimed at the enemy in a charging posture, stomped on his feet, and rushed out, hitting him one after another, causing a halo to flash on his body.
The distance between each other quickly narrowed, and a group of monks from Wanmo Ridge scattered in all directions. The originally tight formation was smashed apart, and one monk couldn't dodge in time, and his bone broke when hit by the giant armor, and he fell and flew out.
Before those Wanmo Ridge cultivators regrouped, there was a sudden cry and the sound of pipa flicking, and then on the surrounding roofs, the immortal guards appeared one by one, and the spirit binding locks moved towards them. When the hood is under.
Another flow of light from the imperial weapon came and killed them, reaping their lives. In just a short moment, this group of seven or eight cultivators from Wanmo Ridge were killed in pieces.
Lu Ye took back his imperial weapon and jumped off the roof, followed by a group of spirits, who came to the bloody Haotianmeng monk to check his injuries.
After a while, Lu Ye sighed in his heart, this man was hopeless, the injury was too serious.
At this moment, the eighth-level Bingxiu seems to be returning to the light, his face is a little rosier, he looks at the ghosts around him in surprise, and then at Lu Ye and Ju Jia, a glimmer of hope ignited in his originally gray eyes, He raised his hand and grabbed Lu Ye's arm: "Go save someone!"
"Know."
Lu Ye nodded slightly.
The hand holding Lu Ye's arm dropped down, and the vitality quickly dissipated from the soldier's body.
Yiyi cleaned the battlefield, and the giant armor came over with a Wanmo Ridge monk who had lost the strength to resist, and held it in front of Lu Ye.
Lu Ye looked at him, a little puzzled.
"You kill!" the giant armor buzzed.
"Kill yourself." Lu Ye thought he was making merit for himself.
Little did they know that when Ju Jia followed Sima Yang in the past, in every battle, Ju Jia would charge forward and maim the enemy, and Sima Yang would reap the merits in the end.
Jujia scratched his head. Although he had killed some people in Fenghuayuan in a fit of madness before, at that time he was completely dominated by the anger in his heart, and he had no memory of it afterwards. Killing such things was a bit too strange to him.
But he is also a monk at the ninth level, and he has never killed an enemy before. It's not because he doesn't want to kill, but because Sima Yang doesn't want him to kill.
After thinking for a while, he threw the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge in his hand on the ground, then raised his big foot, and under the terrified gaze of the other party, he stepped on his head.
It was as if the watermelon had been stepped on and exploded, and the scene was bloody.
Lu Ye glanced at him and said without saying anything, "Let's go."
Following the source of the fluctuation of spiritual power, he rescued two groups of monks from the Haotian League along the way. These people were all killed and scattered.
Under their guidance, after a stick of incense, Lu Ye finally arrived at the main battlefield where the two major forces were fighting. JrNovels.com
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