Chapter 4783

Nearly hundreds of Jianqing monks, who have been severely injured by the top repair, seem not to be monks at all. Their fiery temperament is not even weaker than those grumpy top repairs in the sand devil cave.

With the waving of the Zen stick in his hand, he can hit the digital meditation with each blow.

"Elder martial brother, don't create too many killing karma." Monk Jingmian waved his palm to crush the top monk who rushed forward. He looked at Jianqing and hurriedly reminded him.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not afraid of killing karma. If these evil animals are not destroyed, I'll be uneasy all day!" Jian Qing said in a deep voice, waving his Scepter more vigorously.

Monk Jingmian couldn't help shaking his head. His elder martial brother even dared to disobey the words of the elder martial brother. How could he listen to him.

The war situation is white hot.

The lives of the ancestors became the most worthless existence. Countless broken treasures and real swords fell into the collapsed and cracked ground with their masters.

Here, it has become their common burial ground.

Tragic wars always resonate. Although Yanxian can play little role in the war of nearly twenty or thirty thousand top practitioners.

Seeing the hot eyed Cui Jing, he directly stretched out his hand to tighten his belt, and then flew forward with an eight foot stick.

However, Cui Jing, the ancestor level top practitioner, was able to fight ordinary Yanxian with the blood and gas blessing in the field of the sand devil cave.

"Do you feel that guy's head doesn't work very well, two goods." Looking at Cui Jingyuan's back, Chen Qing commented.

Spring and autumn touched his chin and said, "it's a little unwise. It's estimated that he's used to running around in this evil land and needs to be beaten."

Sword matchless still didn't speak. He was quietly watching the situation.

At the same time, he had a hunch that the top practitioners of the sand devil cave looked ferocious, but they could never hold the sand devil cave, and it was definitely a matter of time to be destroyed.

At that time, you may be able to wait for an opportunity to get close to those monks.

Although the cause and effect and great killing and robbery carried on the body seem to be healthy and may never trigger, it is like a barb. The sword unparalleled will certainly try its best to pull it out.

If these monks have no way to do this, they can only wait for their strength to recover, and then unite as much as possible to eliminate the whole heaven.

Jianwushuang has never been an excessively good person. The principle has been used since the beginning of the micro era, to ascend the God of the universe, and then to enter the Dayan universe alone.

One side of the universe inflicts harm on him, which is the reason. Since there is a reason, it will result and there is no end to destruction.

The monk Jianqing repeatedly roared in his hands to force back the emerging top practitioners in front of him.

Ten monks, all of whom are Yanxian, have a tendency to influence the war situation.

But one of the ten monks did not fight, or to be exact, he did not participate in the struggle.

He is like an ascetic monk. His eyebrows have gone through vicissitudes. He moves forward slowly, as if he had no struggle with the world.

Occasionally there was an attack on his top cultivation, but he was forced back by the Qinghui huamang shrouded around him.

Ten Yanxian monks, there are sand devil caves where Yanxian hardly exists.

The originally arrogant and crazy top practitioners of the sand devil cave are retreating, and the number has been reduced from more than 20000 to more than half.

If it were not in the field of murderous gas, the casualties would be even more serious than the current ones.

Jianqing is like a raging bull. As early as Cui Jing joined the war, he directly locked him, and then took up the black iron Zen staff to fight.

After a short ten breath confrontation, Cui Jing declined and secretly complained at the bottom of his heart. The mouth of the tiger in the palm holding the eight foot stick was cracked.

"Good evil, Grandpa will send you to die today!"

With a deep drink, Jianqing changed his position and carried the black iron Zen staff on his shoulder. Then a meteor fell and swung it heavily on Cui Jing's stomach.

At this moment, he only felt the darkness in front of him. The eight foot stick bent to a strange point, and the whole man flew out like a loaded shell.

"Boom!"

The sword was matchless. He felt that the wall under him trembled suddenly, and then there were bursts of subtle collapses.

Cui Jing's whole body was completely embedded into the wall several meters deep, and almost bombarded the wall out of a big hole.

"Er ah... Dead bald donkey, I'm not finished with you." Cui Jing pulled his body out of the hole in the wall with difficulty, and his bones seemed to be scattered.

When the sect headed by Jianqing gathered together and the top practitioners were unstoppable, a unique breath came to the battlefield again.

Crazy sand runs, and the sky is chaotic.

From the broken ground, a giant statue of crazy sand rises quietly.

Then, facing the top repair army led by Jianqing, the two sides covered the sky with big palms.

Jianqing suddenly looked up. He was shocked and raised his Zen stick to stop it.

But beyond the power of imagination, he directly pumped hundreds of top practitioners including him.

For a time, the inferior situation was contained.

Hundreds of feet of Jianqing flew backwards, stood still in the air, and then couldn't stand a wisp of divine blood from the corner of his mouth.

It was so powerful that it was difficult for him to resist with all his strength.

At this moment, all the top repair eyes focused on the huge statue of crazy sand.

Every top monk in the sand devil cave showed a fanatical look in his eyes.

On the forehead of the giant statue of mad sand sat a tall and beautiful woman looming under the cloak.

Her face was cold, and when she waved, she killed more than ten top practitioners by using the crazy sand colossus under her body.

Seeing this scene from a distance, the sword is unparalleled, and his eyes can't help freezing.

This sand empress, who is also not beyond the level of Yan Xian, shows him a sense of detachment at the moment.

If the previous empress Sha was at most the peak of Yanxian like Chen Qing, it seems that she has taken that step at the moment.

However, the next scene is still shocking.

The giant statue of crazy sand waved its big palm to cover the sky and press all incoming enemies, but the next moment, a clear light wheel of tens of thousands of feet in size that people can't ignore emerged.

There is a pair of withered palms emitting hundreds of millions of wisps of light, in the shape of two hands, covering the palms of the mad sand colossus.

The two collided, leaving endless sand and ashes.

On the withered and thin palm in the shape of ten, each fine crack can be easily seen, emitting a disturbing general trend.

The sword is unparalleled. It's a magnificent form. It's released by the old monk with beard who never shot after the scuffle began.

The black ring beads around the neck began to emit a strange Chinese awn.