Chapter 79

ut the vines, like living beings, beat each other at the places where the fire broke out. Yi Heng felt that the tree was crying for pain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he leaped out of the scope of the tree, carefully looked at the tree, and the introduction of the tree appeared in his mind.

Cannibal, which feeds on all living creatures around it, has a hard trunk and many vines. It usually entangles its prey with vines and becomes its own nourishment when it dies. It is only about two layers of gas refining and is afraid of fire.

What is the danger? Even if you're trapped, it's okay, right? Yi Heng is a little confused.

At this time, the warning came from the soul again, and the back felt a sharp pain, as if something was going to pierce the vest.

When he was in a hurry, there was an ice sheet behind his back. He only heard the sound of "whew". An ice thorn shot at his vest at a very fast speed, but it was just blocked by the ice shield and hit each other with a sharp "puff" sound.

Yi Heng even stepped back two or three steps, looking at the front more than 20 Zhang away, that fuzzy figure.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa." The figure is gradually approaching, palm slapped a few times, seems to appreciate the scene just now.

"That's good. It's very quick." The figure appeared ten feet away.

Yi Heng finally saw his face. It was one of the three. What about the other two? After he responded, he looked left and right. In addition to the direction of the cannibal tree, the other two directions walked out of each other.

"Why did you not leave this dangerous place and kill me instead when you recovered your aura?" Yi Heng keeps his mind stable and knows that he will not be good today.

"Why? Of course, it's for your storage bag. I'll leave it for you The man who gave out the prick was too lazy to speak.

"That is, it depends on how many spirit stones you have and whether you can buy your life." On the left, a friar in purple also said viciously.

Yi Heng finally realized the danger of the immortal world again. A little kindness and pity made others think that he was weak and put himself in a dangerous situation of life and death.

"It seems that keeping a low profile is OK in the door, but not outside. Let's make a name this time." Yi Heng thought of this point, and then he was very ambitious.

When he reaches out and wipes it, the flute floats in front of him. When he pinches it, the flute quickly pricks the friar in purple and makes a sound of "Wuwu" in the air.

"How dare you resist? Two and three together The friar who sent out the ice thorn yelled. At the same time, he pinched the method in his hand, and another ice thorn came to Yi Heng stab.

The friar in purple didn't care about the bamboo flute that had been stabbed. First, it had no advantage of sword and sword, and it had little effect on stabbing; second, it had no power and little impact force.

What's more, the power of a Qi refining friar is to send out an ice shield at will.

But just as he had just made a decision, the voice of "Wuwu" came from his ears, which made his aura run and was instantly broken up. The ice sheet could not be made at all, which scared him out of his wits and forced him to slightly tilt his body.

The sound of "puff" made the flute pass through, bringing out a pool of blood.

The friar in purple looked at a bloody hole on his left shoulder. He was shocked and yelled, "boss, be careful. This magic weapon is strange."

But Yi Heng didn't expect that as soon as the flute came out, he saw blood immediately.

At this time, the thorn that stabbed at him quickly reached his body, but he didn't look at it. The ice sheet was just in front of him. He just stepped back a few steps.

Recalling the Dongxiao, it seems that the jade is still smooth as usual, and there is no blood on it.

He remembered that Liu hen Han once said: "when you get to the eighth floor, you will know the power of this magic weapon."

It turned out to be really powerful.

After each made a move, the four stopped. Yi Heng was lamenting the power of the magic weapon, and the three people were also lamenting the power of the magic weapon.

"Second, why didn't you do it just now? It's just an eight story repair, and it's killing him. " The old man glared at the flute on Yi Heng's hand. He knew that it must be a top-grade magic weapon.

The monk in yellow must be the second brother. He didn't do anything just now. Obviously, he thought that there was no need for three people to attack him at the same time.

The monk in purple reluctantly suppressed the injury, but his eyes were evasive and eager to try.

"Let's go." The boss roared.

The three men shot at the same time. The Ice Spikes coming from three directions made Yi Heng feel nervous. But in a moment, ice shields appeared in three directions in front of him, and Yi Heng was shocked to the blood.

But there was no time to sigh. The three people did not stop and cast their magic quickly. In an instant, the ice thorns were all over the world towards Yi Heng stab.

As soon as the word "Xun" has just fallen, the air rolls in front of Yi Heng's body, forming an air wall instantly. Most of the ice thorns disappear soundlessly as if they were stabbing into cotton.

A few are blocked by ice.

"It turns out that Taoist friends are people of the Yi family. How can we expose them

Seeing that all the attacks were ineffective, and that the three of them could not attack their defense at all, he had the intention of retreating.The four were silent again.

"It's OK to uncover it, but there's a way and a way. You attacked me just now, but now I'm going to attack you. If you can defend, you can uncover it. How about?" Since Yi Heng has decided to kill, he will not be merciful today.

These people have been in the immortal cultivation world for decades. Where can they believe this.

"Then exhaust your aura and bury you here. Do it."

Yi Heng was determined to try to use the power of Xun Zi Jue to enchant the magic weapon. When he spoke, he had already run his spiritual power. At this time, he drank "Xun", and the space in front of him stirred and a Xun character appeared in front of him.

After that, the word "Xun" was integrated into the flute. Where had the three men seen such a spell, they secretly summoned ice shields to defend themselves, for fear that they would not be able to use their spiritual power when the "Wuwu" sound sounded.

Yi Heng looks at the friar in purple. With a wave of his right hand, the flute floating in the air disappears.

The monk in purple saw that the flute disappeared, and a sound of "woo" came from his ear. Then the flute passed through his throat, and the ice shield in front of him had no time to move to block the flute.

Ziyi Xiu, who covered his throat, didn't fall down immediately. He was still conscious and could hear the sound of "woo". The Dongxiao appeared in front of Yi Heng again.

But the monk in purple saw that the elder brother also covered his throat, and a stream of blood gushed out, but he could not cover it any more. Then, the monk's eyes were wide open and he fell down slowly.

"Puff, puff, puff" several times, stab all the ice thorns to Yi Heng and stab Yi Heng.

The rest of the second brother saw that the third and the eldest brother fell to the ground with a blow. They were scared to death and were ready to turn around and escape. However, they saw that all the ice thorns stabbed Yi Heng, and their faces suddenly showed a mixture of surprise and joy.

But in an instant, he fell into the ice cave again, pointing to Yi Heng, opening his mouth and unable to speak.

I saw Yi Heng gently whisk away the ice crumbs on his body, and looked at him in the light eyes.