Chapter 172： Call magic

Huo Shangjun finally handed the brocade box he had obtained to Qin Yang with hatred.

Qin Yang discovered that Huo Shangjun had put all the spiritual resources together. When he opened the brocade box, his eyes lit up when he saw the treasure inside.

Looking at Qin Yang's appearance, we know that Huo Shangjun really has many treasures in his hands.

It seems that he is superior in strength, and he is too lazy to light a beacon and hand these things to the referee in advance. This is great, and Zhu Minglang took them all!

Huo Shangjun's last few words, Zhu Minglang naturally heard them.

But he disagrees with Huo Shangjun's views.

In fact, the most difficult thing to overcome is the problem of spiritual resources.

After this battle, he obtained a lot of spiritual resources, not to mention Xiaobai still has the ability of reincarnation and butterfly transformation, even if he does not, he can rely on money to smash all his three dragons to the strength of the king!

At that time, you don't need the sword spirit dragon to take action, you don't need to do it yourself, you can easily defeat this group of disciples! !

"He is not angry enough, the monk over there, you have been watching for so long, do you really want to see this demon scrape away all of us?" Zhao Chen spoke to a monk standing on the edge. Said the young man.

The young man in monk clothes had no intention of taking action since he climbed the tomb mountain.

He just watched quietly from the side.

Although the Sky Screen Sword also affected him.

But he didn't seem to be affected much.

As a son of the royal family, Zhao Chen naturally knew that this monk was a strong man from the mighty Wu Zonglin. He was also the chief disciple of one of the four great sects, Yang Hua, whose strength was unfathomable.

If he had joined the siege from the beginning, Zhu Minglang would naturally not be able to gain an advantage.

"Rong Xiaoseng persuade this benefactor?" said Yang Hua, who was a mighty Wuzong.

"Don't you see what kind of person he is, just do it, what can I persuade?" Zhao Chen said a little angrily.

Yanghua walked towards Zhu Minglang and saw that Zhu Minglang was adjusting his breath, but he did not rush to make a move.

In fact, Zhao Chen, He Qingqian, Fu Xumei, and Ye Guang have not yet eased from the powerful pressure of the Sky Screen Sword. They can only stand in place at this moment and relax their breathing as much as possible.

But Pu Hanrong, this person is a bit weird, he is a dragon herder, but he has not yet summoned his dragon beast.

I don't know what is waiting for.

"Why, don't you want a little girl to take the lead?" At this time, He Qingqian said ironically.

"I still need some time." Pu Hanrong said.

"Does your dragon beast still have a lunch break?" He Qingqian asked.

Pu Hanrong no longer answered, but his eyes were on the place beyond the tomb of the Ninth Army, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the mighty Wuzong monk Yang Hua had already moved towards Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang could feel that this monk Wu Zonglin's cultivation should be the highest among several people, and he was a powerful lower-ranking monarch.

"I wish the donor, don't do everything too absolute, why don't we just stop here, let's get the brocade box separately?" Yang Hua said.

"Monk, why didn't you come up to ask me just now, but I saw that I had been fighting with other people for a long time, and only said this when my breath was weak. I didn't expect a monk to be so cunning." Zhu Minglang said with disdain.

Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun, although both of them were defeated, they also fought head-on.

On the other hand, this Wuzong monk and Pu Hanrong deliberately waited until Zhu Minglang's strong swords ended before they came forward.

What kind of peacemaker should such a hypocritical person pretend to be?

"I wish the donor's strength is worthy of recognition, but you should change your temperament and temper. There is a heaven outside, do you really think that you are invincible!" said Wu Zong monk Yang Hua.

"Monk, don't try to test my fictitiousness. Be bolder and come forward directly to fight with me, and come up with the courage that a mighty Wu Zonglin should have. Don't be like a weasel and be meaninglessly careful." Said with a smile.

The monk Yang Hua remained silent, but a resentment surged in his heart, and he was said to be in his heart.

"I just want to simplify things. After all, if everyone can get the brocade box they want, why bother to fight again, but since I wish the donor so stubborn and aggressive, the little monk has no choice but to take action. "Yang Hua continued.

He Qingqian snorted coldly.

This monk, obviously just taking advantage of the danger, still speaks so boldly, hypocrisy to the extreme.

It is nothing more than waiting for a strong man like Wen Mengru and Huo Shangjun to lay the knife before he goes up again.

Disgusted to disgust, He Qingqian did not want the brocade box to be monopolized by Zhu Minglang alone. She pinched a few fire symbols again, staring at Zhu Minglang, planning to find a good opportunity to throw it towards Zhu Minglang.

"Come! Huh, Zhu Minglang, I want to see how you resist it!" At this time, Pu Hanrong had a smile on his face, and he looked at Zhu Minglang.

He Qingqian was a little confused, looked at the broken tomb mountain of the Ninth Army, but saw that a large cloud of thick blue-black fog was drifting towards here quickly.

The dense fog was getting closer and closer, and He Qingqian could finally see the creatures in the dense fog, which turned out to be huge bees one after another! !

The number of bees is so large that when they fly in the air, they are covered like dark clouds.

It didn't take long for the bee monster army to arrive at the tomb mountain, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang raised his head and looked at these controlled bee demon army, but he was a little surprised. No wonder Pu Hanrong hadn't taken any action before. It turned out that he was calling these wild monsters!

He seems to be proficient in this kind of evoke technique. All the bee demon banyan demon in the bee demon nest near the banyan tree gathered here, they hovered, forming a storm completely composed of bee demon, Shrouded on the Tomb Hill...

"It's just right, Pu Gongzi, let's take a shot together and win!" said Yang Hua of the mighty Wu Zong.

The bees are densely packed, flapping their wings around Zhu Minglang. The noisy sound is just a headache, not to mention that these bees all carry poisonous stings. I am afraid that a dragon can not bear them. sting.

Zhu Minglang swung a sword, Jian Qi Qihong swept the bee monster swarm, and saw hundreds of bee monsters falling from the air in different places.

But the dead beemen are just a small part of the whole beemen army.

After several consecutive piercing swords, even though hundreds of bee monsters died, the ficus bees did not decrease.

When Zhu Minglang was about to use more powerful swordsmanship, the despicable monk had already attacked.

Yanghua's fists and feet were filled with a thick brown gas, which made every punch he threw like a mountain torrent, raging and violent.