"boom!"

"boom!"

...

Shen Jianyu sent a steel fork to chase the two foxes and slammed them. The two foxes kept wailing and retreated.

In the entire battlefield, Shen Jian actually suppressed the demon fox with his own strength.

The disciples who were not sure of this were very excited, but Zhao Yang and others' expressions became more and more strange.

In their opinion, neither the demon fox nor Shen Jian showed very strong combat power, even weaker than any of them.

How is this possible?

The two head foxes before defeated Zhao Yang and the others with a soul attack.

After half an hour of fierce battle, Shen Jian became more and more brave as he fought. The steel fork in his hand kept whirling and bombarding the two foxes torture the terrible sight.

"You can come here!"

Seeing that these two foxes were already alive and could not even resist, Shen Jian laughed loudly, attacking faster in his hand, and shouted to the sky.

The disciples of Cangyan Sect, Jinyang Sect and Xiangying Sword Sect all looked at their own sect leaders ahead, but the other sects and families were not so polite. They cheered and rushed over.

“Something is wrong.”

Zhao Yang whispered.

Zuo Lun and the others also frowned. The strength of these two foxes was something they had personally experienced, and they could never be so weak.

This is not just a weakness. It is obviously the momentum of foundation building, but it does not even have the combat power of the wolf king.

"I'm not here to wait for something!"

Seeing that only a dozen monks came beside him, Shen Jian stopped and shouted angrily.

This monster is about to explode. What are these guys rushing?

Zhao Yang is a lonely man here, so it doesn't matter. Even if these two foxes explode, the things will be refreshed, and they are all his.

But Zuo Lun and the others couldn't wait. They brought the disciples from their own sect and could only watch and dare not step forward. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"superior!"

Mu Cangying shouted softly and led nearly ten disciples of Xiangying Sword Sect behind him to rush forward with swords.

With him leading the way, Zuo Lun and the others could not hold on. They shouted "Be careful" and rushed over.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, always feeling something was wrong.

Suddenly, he thought of his privileges, quickly clicked on the platform, changed his perspective, and showed all the blood bars in the game.

With this manifestation, he immediately discovered the problem.

The two-headed fox, which had only blood skin left, was not the boss's blood at all, but the blood bar of an elite monster.

“There’s a problem!”

Zhao Yang shouted, unsheathed the sword in his hand, shouting loudly: "Everyone retreats!"

Zuo Lun and others heard Zhao Yang's voice and subconsciously retreated.

But more people rushed up, trying to give the monster a final blow.

"Bang!"

The two-headed foxes wailed, turned into a pillar of light and dissipated, and more than a dozen spiritual lights scattered everywhere.

"Rob!"

This inspiration is less than that of the number of people, so it naturally attracted everyone to snatch it up.

Shen Jian flew away a disciple in the middle stage of Qi Refining, reached out and grabbed his hand, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

He was just holding a low-grade spirit stone in his hand.

This is a monster in the Foundation Establishment Stage. The power and momentum they showed before were all in the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could there be fewer things that explode than the wolf king at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining?

"Medium-grade magic weapon!"

"Medium-grade talisman!"

"This is Yuhua Pill!"

...

The disciples who grabbed the things were very excited, and those who didn't grab it were envious of them, but they could only stare at them.

"Zhengmaster Zhao, what's going on?"

Han Yu turned around and looked at Zhao Yang. If he hadn't spoken out, he would have snatched something.

Is this explosive?

Is this the end?

Zhao Yang also frowned, unable to think of the reason.

"The best magic weapon!"

Suddenly, with a scream, a head of a noble family was holding a light green jade pendant in his hand.

When everyone heard the top-grade magic weapon, they looked over.

Shen Jian flashed his body and said in a deep voice: "Show me."

The head of the family reluctantly handed over the jade pendant.

Just as Shen Jian touched the jade pendant with his hand, the jade pendant suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, wrapping the surrounding three feet.

"hiss--"

A scream piercing the eardrum sounded, and everyone held their heads and howled in pain.

"This body is really good..."

When the spirit disappeared, Shen Jian hung the jade pendant around his waist and then smiled faintly.

wrong!

This is not Shen Jian!

Just behind this "Shen Jian", a black and white fox's virtual image rose up.

Zhao Yang, Zuo Lun and others quickly retreated, but strangely, the monks within three zhang range that had just been shrouded in spirit, stood there without moving.

"So, this is just a secret realm, and the outside is the real world..."

"Shen Jian" raised his head with an evil smile on his face.

As he looked up, all the monks three feet above him looked up, with the same strange smile on their faces.

"Since you are coming to the secret realm, then stay in the secret realm forever!" "Shen Jian" roared, and dark magic patterns crawled up on his face.

Being possessed!

Not only Shen Jian, but also those other practitioners who were controlled by the double-headed fox within three zhang range, had magic patterns on their faces climbing up their foreheads.

"They are all devils!"

The remaining disciples quickly retreated, and the terrifying legend of being possessed by the devil made everyone afraid.

"Elder Qin!"

Mu Cangying saw that his elder Qin Heng was also opposite, and the magic pattern climbed up to his forehead and wailed in pain. He could no longer help but fly up.

"Master Mu!"

Zhao Yang Zuolun and others looked at each other, gritted their teeth, raised the magic weapon in their hands, and rushed forward.

"Kill them!"

"Shen Jian" opened his teeth and claws, and the monks who were controlled by the two-headed fox came up.

A disciple of the Xiangying Sword Sect grinned and stepped forward without using the sword move. He directly opened his five fingers and grabbed Mu Cangying.

"Get out!"

Mu Gangying shouted angrily, and his sword tugged and stabbed the disciple in the chest.

"puff--"

The disciple squirted out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, twitching for a few times and then stopped moving.

Dead...

Mu Cangying trembled and looked at the disciple who was lying on the ground in disbelief.

"They will die if they are killed!"

Zuo Lun and others exclaimed.

Didn’t Zhao Yang say that practitioners will not die in the secret realm?
To be continued...