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Chapter 176: Condensation, worship, imperial decree, death(2/2)

With a series of sounds, the white-faced monk was directly knocked into the ground. Although his bodyguard was not broken, it reached the edge of his limit.

The black-faced monk had already prepared his magic weapon Thousand-Red Cold Light Ruler and flew over to kill Wei Wuji. However, seeing such a change, he could only shake the Thousand-Red Cold Light Ruler first, and emitted a wave-like ice-cold light wave, blasting towards Qingniu, to relieve the danger of his junior brother.

How fast is the green bull? Where will it be hit? The four hooves slightly stepped on and disappeared. At this time, the red blood centipede also flew out, dancing with hundreds of extremely sharp feet, cutting it towards the black-faced monk in the sky. At the same time, the poisonous gas in his mouth sprayed violently, corroding towards his shield.

The relationship between the black-faced monk and the white-faced monk was obviously very good, so with the protection of the three-legged cauldron above his head, he forced the two strikes of the red blood centipede and rushed over. He sprinkled thousands of cold light barriers on the deep pit where the white-faced monk was located, blocking the green bull's must-kill stick.

Although the white-faced monk was temporarily safe, the black-faced monk was very uncomfortable. Although the huge pure power, although after being buffered by thousands of cold light barriers, was still a lot of residual, and directly shocked on him. If it weren't for his magic power to gather and resolve it immediately, I'm afraid that this stick would have caused him to suffer a little bit of minor injuries.

The black-faced monk looked down and found that his junior brother was covered in his mouth and nose. He knew that he had suffered a lot of injuries, but he no longer cared about Guan Wei Wuji. He waved the thousand-fold cold light ruler in his hand, and a heavy circle of cold light rippled, and massed in all directions, taking over the giant stick of the green cow and the poisonous smoke of the red blood centipede.

At this time, the overwhelmed black-faced monk did not notice that Wei Wuji, who was above the black lotus, had turned into a pool of flowing water, penetrated into the ground, and emerged from the deep pit.

At this moment, the white-faced monk had just recovered and was busy scrubbing the strongly shaking blood in his body! Because he had the protection of his senior brother's top-level treasure maker Thousand-Head Cold Light Ruler, he was not worried that Wei Wuji would break through, so the originally almost broken shield had no time to cover it.

Wei Wuji showed up. At that time, his right hand changed, Wuyun's hand waved out and pressed it on his passport without any rest. The shield was broken by the colorful Wuyun's peach blossom miasma. Then, Wuyun's hand suddenly recovered and turned into a sharp long sword again. It surged and penetrated directly through his brain. The white-faced monk made no sound and died.

Looking up, the black-faced monk was still waving the thousand-fold cold light ruler, confronting the green cow and the red-blooded centipede flying in the air. He didn't even know that there had been a huge change under his feet.

At this time, Wei Wuji easily took out the Blood Spirit Hairpin, and his magic power penetrated into it. He shook his hand and turned into a bloody refining soared into the sky. He broke the shield of the three-legged tripod in an instant, penetrated through the sole of his left foot and penetrated through the left shoulder.

This sudden change made the black-faced monk at a loss. At this time, the Green Bull Stick again attacked and the shield completely collapsed. The red blood centipede also took advantage of the situation and sprayed out a mouthful of the natal centipede poison. At that time, the black-faced monk was so soft that he was on the ground.

Seeing this, Wei Wuji took the storage bag and magic weapon from the white-faced monk's body, flew up, pressed his palm on the head of the black-faced monk. The secret method of soul search recorded in "The Front of the Souls" was unfolding, and a broken memory surged into his mind.
Chapter completed!
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