"What kind of demon plant is this?" As he watched the poisonous fog rush towards him, no matter how he made his fingerprints or condensed his mind, it had no effect at all. The Mangshan ancestor could not help but scold him.

"Ah..." the next moment, the ancestor of Mang Mountain was involved in the poisonous fog and uttered a heartrending scream.

Invaded by the poisonous fog, the Holy Spirit in his body quickly dissipated, and a tearing pain came to his mind, as if his spirit had been torn in two. The only thing to be thankful for is that this method of turning heaven into poison was performed by him after all. Although he was killed, it was not fatal. In the scream, the ancestor of Mang Mountain leaped forward and fled to the valley, and the poison fog behind him quickly disappeared.

Luo en en, Bai pangzi and ye colorless have reached the limit until now. Seeing that the ancestor of Mang Mountain fled, they were relieved and fell to the ground at the same time.

Gu Fenghua knows that the ancestor of Mangshan never dies, but nanlizong is restless. How can he escape? He tries to chase him out.

However, in order to resist the Huatian poison method, her holy spirit was on the verge of exhaustion. Although she pursued it with all her strength, she was farther and farther away from the ancestors of Mangshan. She was willing to help, but it was not far away from the Huatian poison method just now. After only a few feet, she turned into a little white flower and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the ancestor of Mang Mountain was about to escape from the valley, Gu Fenghua was unwilling, but he had no choice but to cut it out with a sword like anger. It's a pity that the distance is too far. This sword can't hurt him any more.

"You can't take my life today. One day, I will destroy your Nanli clan. Men, women, young and old will not stay!" Of course, the ancestor of Mangshan heard the sound of the sword coming from behind. He knew that the sword was not a threat to him. He was not afraid at all, but also uttered a cruel word.

At this time, a big fat monk appeared at the entrance of the valley, just blocking the way of Mangshan ancestor.

"Old man, have you seen my precious apprentice?" The fat monk had not yet seen the situation in the valley. He looked inside and asked.

"Go away!" Mang Mountain old ancestor choked a stomach of sullen, is no place to vent, subconsciously is a slap.

Of course, there is no shortage of strong people in Wuji holy heaven, but it's hard to cross the threshold of Tiansheng. It's not easy to enter the realm of emperor and saint. In fact, for many people in this world, the emperor saint, or even the heavenly saint, is already a legendary existence, which is so easy to meet, so he didn't pay attention to the fat monk at all.

Unfortunately, this time, he was wrong again.

"How dare you lay the earth on the Buddha's head The fat monk saw that he didn't know the difference between red and white, so he started to do it. He was so angry that he took a picture with a Zen stick.

A golden pearl also appeared on his forehead. Although the monk's face is full of flesh, his chest is bare, and he doesn't look like a good man, but against the backdrop of the holy pearl, he also looks at the majesty of King Kong.

Of course, the Mang Mountain ancestor had no time to be dignified. He was so regretful that his intestines were almost green. Emperor saint, this fat monk is actually a strong one of emperor saint's products. When did the strong one in emperor saint's realm hit such a rotten street?

If he had not been injured, he would not have been afraid of one emperor and one saint for his cultivation. However, he has been injured for hundreds of years, and he has not recovered. Originally, he had only the strength of the ninth grade of Tiansheng. Just now, when he used the method of turning Tiandu, he was attacked again. What's more, he can't even exert the actual strength of the ninth grade of Tiansheng. How can he defeat the strong one in the realm of Tiansheng?