Zhan Jiu's previous defeated the Mount Bengshan Sword was indeed powerful, and even the great monks from the Hinayana Buddha Land could not help but be secretly surprised. But if it was because of this, he would scatter and retreat like those cultivators from those small sects, wouldn't it be a big loss of their Hinayana Buddha Land? When it comes to this matter in the future, others will not talk about those small sects, but they will ridicule him that the Hinayana Buddha Land is not as good as an ordinary demon cultivator in the Storm Sea.

At this time, comparing for the treasure box is not even so important. The key is the face of his sect. It is precisely because of this that the great monk suddenly rushed out and directly blocked Zhan Jiu's way. This was something that Zhan Jiusuo never expected.

"Get away! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!" Zhan Jiu, who was anxious to chase Zhang Mingyuan at this time, didn't think so much. Although he knew that the person in front of him was a disciple of the Hinayana Buddhist land, he opened his mouth and scolded him loudly. After Zhan Jiu said this, the monk could not let go.

"Amitabha, stay in the treasure box and let you leave." At this time, it was already related to the honor of the sect, and the monk was also polite and ungrateful, and said very bluntly.

"Amitabha, I'll just send you back to see your Buddha!" ​​Zhan Jiu was originally angry with these monks who were thrusting into a strait. At this time, he was too lazy to say anything, and just smashed it with a sword.

"Bold thief! You dare to insult the Buddha with rude words!" The monk who was originally here to compete for strength also shouted loudly, and at the same time he set up the top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand and came to take Zhan Jiu's sword.

Bang!

With a harsh sound of gold and stone, the Wutu Sword and the Great Monk's Jiuxi Zen Staff met heavily. Although Zhan Jiu's Wutu Sword was heavy, the one in the hands of the Great Monk was not an ordinary person after all, and he was even more famous. After this fight, the two were equal, and both of them were bounced several meters away.

"Damn it!" Seeing that he could not force the monk with one sword, Zhang Mingyuan ran away again and disappeared. Zhan Jiu couldn't help but curse inwardly, and at the same time stared at the monk.

At this time, the monk was also watching Zhan Jiu with his breath holding his mind. He knew from the fact that Zhan Jiu had defeated the monks with one sword just now that this person could not be easily provoked. However, it was not until now that the two really fought each other that they could deeply realize the terror of Zhan Jiu. Just a casual blow, without using any sword technique, the sword was so heavy. At this time, the monk's right hand hidden behind couldn't help but feel numb and trembled slightly, and at the same time, he thought about this way to deal with it very quickly.

"I'll ask again, whether to give in or not!" I'm afraid that if Zhang Mingyuan was delaying for a while, he would really run away and have nowhere to look for it. Zhan Jiu couldn't help but be anxious, and at the same time asked the monk again.

"Amitabha, I am merciful. I hand over the treasure box and spare your life." The great monk was determined to safeguard the honor of the Hinayana Buddha land, but he was not willing to stop easily. Although he knew that at most, he only had 50% chance of winning, he still said aggressively.

"Haha... very good!" But after hearing this, Zhan Jiu was not angry, but instead raised his head and laughed. Then he raised his hand and gave the treasure box in his hand, and threw it straight at the monk, "For you!"

Zhan Jiu's move surprised the monk slightly. He never expected that Zhan Jiu would hand over the treasure box that he had finally won to himself so easily. For a moment, he couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that Zhan Jiu was really afraid of him? You know, this is a golden treasure box, which means a top-grade spiritual weapon.

But how could he know that at this time the storage ring on Zhan Jiu's body had filled his sleeves, and the spiritual energy contained it was filled with several storage rings. Moreover, his stomach bag was closely packed with the top-grade magic weapon, a round gas stove. How could he see a mere top-grade spiritual weapon?

What he is most anxious about now is to kill Zhang Mingyuan. Compared with this, not to mention a mere top-grade spiritual weapon, he can put down the two treasures in the Golden Garden for a while.

"The treasure box has been given to you, so I will give way quickly!" Zhan Jiu had no time to entangle with the monk, and couldn't help but shout impatiently.

"Amitabha, I only said that I would hand over the treasure box and spare you for death, but I never said anything to give way." The monk shouted the Dharma name again and said with a faint smile, "You despise my Hinayana Buddha land and dared to slander the Buddha. How could you forgive you easily this time?"

"The monk is looking for death!" After hearing this, Zhan Jiu was immediately furious and didn't care about anything else. He immediately waved the Wu Earth Sword and rushed forward.

Seeing Zhan Jiu coming in a fierce manner, the monk just sneered and immediately came up with Jiuxi Zen Staff. For a moment, he only heard a tingling sound, and Zhan Jiu and the monk fought together.

At this time, Zhang Mingyuan had already run away.

Zhan Jiu not only has Wu Earth Sword, Geng Jin Sword, Yi Wood Sword, but also two top-grade spiritual weapons: Dividing Gold Sword and Seven Colored Rope. In terms of body protection, he also has outer armor and clear water software, and the inner armor of the dragon turtle, and both are at the top-grade spiritual weapons. At this time, Zhan Jiu was a top-grade spiritual weapons in addition to the Five Elements Ancient Sword. Compared with the great monk from the Hinayana Buddha Land, he was far less prosperous than that, and he only had two top-grade spiritual weapons. One was a nine-tin Zen Staff and the other was a cassock.

However, the great monk is a famous master after all, and his skills are so wise that he is very good at looking at the entire cultivation world. In contrast, Zhan Jiu is just a small demon cultivator. Even though he has obtained the inheritance of the Great Five Elements Technique of the Nine Vortex Immortal King, his practice time is still short. In this way, even if Zhan Jiu is full of magic weapons and thorns, he cannot easily win the great monk.

Compared with Zhan Jiu who was eager to get rid of it, the monk was even more shocked as huge waves. Facing the small demon cultivators, and their cultivation level was far lower than him, he seemed to be no match. At this time, he had already seen that Zhan Jiu had four top-grade spiritual weapons in his hand, two more than him. But even so, it should not be the reason why he was at a disadvantage.

Soon the monk discovered that what was really scary about Zhan Jiu was not just the four top-grade spiritual weapons, but the three low-grade spiritual weapons, the three strange flying swords. The three swords were all low-grade spiritual weapons, but their effects were different. They were either heavy as a mountain, sharp and invincible, or as fast as lightning, which made him anxious for a moment.

As a result, the older Zhan Jiu became, the more anxious he became, and the older the monk became, the more frightened he became. In a blink of an eye, the two sides had fought hundreds of times like lightning, and a quarter of an hour had passed. At this time, Zhang Mingyuan had no idea where he ran, and even Zhan Jiu's spiritual consciousness could not capture him for a while. What Zhan Jiu was most worried about was that Zhang Mingyuan directly escaped from Jinyuan and hid in the thick clouds outside. If this happened, he would not have thought of finding him again.

At this time, Zhan Jiu was anxious and no matter how he was in danger of any consequences, he immediately attacked the great monk who was blocking him in front of him without any consequences.

"Bengshan Sword! Bengshan Sword! Bengshan Sword..."

Zhan Jiuyi shouted several times, and at the same time, there were several swords one after another, and each sword was the sword intent of the Bengshan Sword. Just imagine how powerful the Bengshan Sword is, one sword is enough to break the mountain. The continuous swords hit the monk like flying peaks.

This qi slashed randomly, and the thirteen swords were thirteen swords. After the thirteen swords, the monk could no longer resist it, and a mouthful of light gold blood immediately spurted out. At the same time, the whole person, along with the scarred Jiuxi Zen Staff in his hand, could not help but fly backwards.

After slashing the monk with one breath, Zhan Jiu didn't care that his dantian was empty at this time, and immediately chased him in the direction where Zhang Mingyuan had just escaped.

At this time, Zhan Jiu was extremely anxious and couldn't help but chewing a handful of blood pills, trying his best to recover the true energy he had just used up. At the same time, the spiritual consciousness was completely spread out, trying to find Zhang Mingyuan's traces.
Chapter completed!