Without the protection of the eighth-level resentful spirit and unable to carry out mental attacks, the soul beast faced Brother Monkey and Qixun like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in a pack of wolves.

As for Monkey Brother and Qixun, they were just like wolf kings who entered the flock of sheep and killed them with great joy.

More than a hundred soul beasts, in less than an hour, all turned into demon soul beads.

This is so fast that Brother Monkey is a little confused. Isn’t it said that soul beasts are difficult to kill? When the previous refining realms are opened and the beast tide is launched, the ancient battlefield is the most passive war zone. It can only be delayed until the beast tide is over and the evil spirit army retreats on its own.

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But this time, with just their two teams of the Martial Lord Realm and the Martial Saint Realm, they completely wiped out the soul beast lair.

That's it?

He thought he was going to go through a tough battle.

Regarding Brother Hou's confusion, Qixun could only say, we two idiots should not doubt life. Life will be angry.

In contrast, the other monks seemed to have become fake immortals.

Brother Monkey really didn't know much about soul beasts before. It's not that the great sages didn't give him popular science, but the great sages thought he was so awesome, how could he not understand soul beasts?

The great sages originally had no intention of confronting the soul beasts.

When we arrived at the battlefield, we saw that the boys at the Martial Master Realm could kill the soul beasts, so why couldn't they? In addition, Brother Monkey decided to find the soul beast's lair, and they were greedy for the Demon Soul Beads, so naturally no one objected.

When Brother Monkey found his brother and his sister, he shot one soul beast at a time. It was so easy to kill them. The great sages thought that he knew the soul beasts very well, so naturally they would not mention the specialness of the soul beasts. This would appear

These saints are so useless!

After finishing his doubts, Brother Monkey put away the Demonic Soul Bead and looked around. The elders of the Saint Realm were still diligently killing the eighth-level resentful spirits. And among a group of martial masters, half were trying to grab the eighth-level resentful spirits, and the other half couldn't.

Yes, I can only resign myself to killing the seventh and sixth level resentful spirits.

Watching that heated scene, Brother Monkey's blood boiled with excitement, and Qi Xun was even more excited.

They are all soul crystals!

What Brother Monkey thinks is that it is too easy to kill the soul beasts. These more than 200,000 high-level and low-level resentful spirits must be very happy to kill!

Anyway, on the battlefield during the beast tide, the original protection of the weak in the refining realm, and the law that high-level people could not take the initiative to attack low-level ones, did not take effect.

Where there are more than 130 soul beasts, there must be at least five or six hundred eighth-level resentful spirits. In fact, it is quite hard for the saint realm elders to kill them.

Fortunately, the group of Wuzunjing people all have extraordinary combat capabilities. Except for a few Wuzunjing people who are helping to block seventh-level and lower-level resentful spirits on the periphery, the others are all among the group of eighth-level resentful spirits.

Killing, this also relieved a lot of pressure on the holy elders.

There are only about twenty monks, martial saints and martial masters in the group of eighth-level resentful spirits. How can it be easy for more than twenty people to fight against five to six hundred eighth-level resentful spirits?

That is to say, Drunken Hou cultivated the Sword Domain, Yuliuchuan cultivated the Sword Domain, Fusu cultivated the Sword Formation, and Lin Ze and another eighth-level formation master were all group attack masters, sharing the burden for everyone.

Almost half of the impact of the resentful spirits was eliminated.

The awe-inspiring righteousness of the five Confucian monks also exerted amazing power at this time.

The key is that the way these people fight is much more gorgeous than those who can only raise swords, lift knives and spears, or attack with magic and fight with bare hands.

The several elders of the Holy Realm, while resisting the pressure to kill the resentful spirits, couldn't help but take some time to observe the battlefield of the five Confucian cultivators.

Even Drunk Hou couldn't help but ask Fusu: "Are those fellow Taoists from Blue Star always fighting in this way?"

This is so cool! You have style, I like it!

Just when he was thinking about how to make the fighting scene more beautiful, he heard Li Yunxiao chanting in a solemn voice: "The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and one sword is frosty in fourteen states."

Then the drunken man saw that around Li Yunxiao, flowers were in full bloom and the fragrance was overflowing. Several resentful spirits around him seemed to be intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers. They screamed and screamed directly into the soul of people, and they became confused. At the same time, Li Yunxiao's long

The sword stabbed straight, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the resentful spirit seemed to be frozen by the frost. The frost was dissolved, and the resentful spirit dispersed. Only a few soul crystals remained, shining with a charming blue light on the dark ground.

Drunken Hou: "Damn it!"

Suddenly, I felt that the sword realm that I had always been proud of, the awe-inspiring swordsmanship that dominated thousands of armies, was a bit unsatisfactory!

Damn it, you really have to be civilized even in fights!

When you are drunk, you will be envious.

Fusu smiled and said: "Master Xiao, Confucianism cultivators cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness. They are naturally restrained against sinister and evil things such as resentful spirits. If they are cultivated against humans or monsters, their lethality will be weaker.

But the battle between Confucianism and cultivators is like this, and it is indeed different from the worldly cultivators."

The drunk man shook his head and laughed.

Is it the lethality that he envies? In terms of lethality, there are countless people in the lower world who are stronger than his sword realm. Doesn't he think that others are really good at fighting?

The drunken Hou Xiao Yidao was born into a secular hairpin family, a secular prince's palace, and grew up in the nest of a wealthy family. Although he looks very rough with a big beard, he actually received a top aristocratic education.

He's very cultured. He's really not a rough guy.

Therefore, his level of appreciation for the verses chanted by the Confucian cultivators was absolutely profound. This was the reason why he was particularly interested in the tactics of several Confucian cultivators.

The drunken Hou thought to himself, after this battle is over, he must take the time to communicate more with those Confucian cultivators.

He remembered that his disciple had said that his mother and one of her cousins ​​were also educated, but he didn't know how they compared with these Confucianism cultivators.

The drunken Hou was very powerful and didn't take the dark evil spirit seriously, so he asked as soon as he thought about it.

Fusu smiled and said: "My mother is indeed practicing literature. However, she is a little different from other scholars in Daxia, but she is closer to the way of these Confucianism cultivators. When she returns to the Shenyin Realm, she will serve my father and mother.

Pay a visit to Master Xiao."

My sister has taken Xiao Sheng as her master, and respecting teachers applies no matter where she is. My parents definitely want to meet this holy master.

While the two were chatting, the five Confucian cultivators had already killed dozens of eighth-level resentful spirits. They were so drunk that they had no intention of chatting anymore. They quickly killed several eighth-level resentful spirits in the sword domain and collected the soul crystals.

, concentrate on fighting.

Although he can't save any property, the soul crystals obtained by killing the resentful spirits can be given to his good disciples or that boy from Tamalukawa for safekeeping, and will be returned to the sect in the future.

Besides, although his good disciple has no shortage of good things, what she has is what she has, and what she gives to her is what she, the master, wants for her disciple. She can't just eat and drink her good disciple all the time, right?

The drunken Hou decided that apart from the 70% that he was supposed to give back to the sect, he would just give the remaining 30% to his good disciples.

Anyway, it’s not like his good disciples will not provide for him in his old age!

Thinking of saving money for his good disciple, the drunken Hou immediately became full of energy and started killing the evil spirit, becoming even more ferocious.

At the beginning, many of the saints were attracted by the Confucian cultivators' gorgeous, elegant, or cold fighting methods. However, after seeing the drunken Hou fighting hard, they quickly focused on fighting.

If the war is over, after a statistical analysis, I have received less soul crystals than others, not only losing a lot of money, but also losing face!

Money is a small thing, but face is a big thing!

We can't let this old drunkard be the only one beautiful.
Chapter completed!