The secret is outside the country.

The monks looked at the scene with amazement.

In the picture, Rakshasa Ala was swung with his neck hanging from the chains of the mechanism, almost perfectly blocking all the wooden arrows, stones and spirit beads. The true Lord Yanghua was intact, but Rakshasa Ala's body was a bit miserable. They felt pain through the landscape screen.

Of course, they were even more curious about another question.

"It's not that Yang Hua Zhenjun's swordsmanship is superb. He has always followed the light and elegant route. He once unsheathed the sword dance platform and used to make a sword to make a sword. Why? This doesn't seem like he is following this path no matter how you look." The young monk murmured in a low voice and expressed the thoughts of others.

Seeing that Master Yanghua was pulling the Rakshasa Arhat's body dozens of feet high in circles in the sky, shouldn't he take the route of opening and closing?

A monk who used heavy swords as his magic weapon rubbed his chin.

After measuring his own strength, he felt ashamed and said, "If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do this."

The companion was puzzled: "Fellow Taoist, don't be humble. How can you not do it with your strength?"

The monk waved his hand quickly: "It's impossible. If I just stand on the ground and swing such a huge monster, I'm confident to do it, but I have to accurately knock it down and attack it when I fly to a hundred feet altitude. This is really difficult. The Jindan physical cultivation may be able to do it."

It is not difficult to fly with a sword, but the difficulty is to fly with such a heavy thing.

The monks couldn't help but look at Pei Ye's arm.

It doesn't look very strong, can it be that the arms under the wide sleeves are actually very thick, thick, and thick???

Other monks said: "Isn't the True Lord Yanghua sword cultivator? He is taking the orthodox sword path. I haven't heard that he is also proficient in the way of body-building..."

Although there are three thousand great ways, physical cultivation is indeed an unpopular among the unpopular.

The only advantage is that the threshold is low, and you can take this path even if your spiritual roots are not good.

However, this road is too hard and hard, and basically no one can stick to it.

The monks who take other ways have magical tools that are outside their bodies, such as swordsmanship, talismans, formations, medical medicines... and physical cultivation is special. The only "magic weapon" they want to temper is their own flesh [body]—

Use the flesh [body] as a "magic weapon" to temper it, climb and roll, break through the limit again and again in desperate situations, and finally reach the top.

Since the world of cultivation has been recorded, the strongest physical cultivation is also the Nascent Soul, and it is the old altar of thousands of years ago.

However, there are efforts and rewards, and physical cultivation is also recognized as the strongest in combat.

The monks looked at Yang Jing and Yu Tan curiously, trying to take out something from the two junior brothers of Yang Hua Zhenjun.

Yutan smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know this..."

As a doctor, he wanted to know more about how the broken body of Zhenjun Yanghua burst out with such powerful power.

If it weren't for Yang Hua's own, it would be the ability of the foreign core "Senior Brother Bao".

so--

Sixteen-year-old Senior Brother Bao is still a girl, why is he so violent???

Yang Jingzhenjun looked dull and perfunctory: "We have never asked about Senior Brother Bao's private affairs."

Seeing that the monks could not hear anything, they were disappointed and turned their attention back to the landscape and watched Pei Ye's slutty operation. The more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong - until a monk muttered in a low voice: "Is it so wild in private... so wild?"

The monks: “…”

Yang Jing Zhenjun: “…”

Yutan True Lord: “…”

A group of trial disciples who escaped from death: "..."

Yes, the fairy king who has always been linked to words such as the flowers of the high mountain, the snow lotus of the iceberg, and the bright moon on earth, should be elegant even when fighting with people, without dust and fairy spirit. He should be elegant and elegant, and he should be elegant and elegant...

What is the result???

The fairy aura Piao'er didn't see it. They only saw a wild fairy king who was extremely violent and swung the monsters as his shield?

There was no sound in the picture, but looking at the two heads opening and closing mouths, we could guess that Rakshasa Ala was screaming.

In fact, she was indeed screaming.

He cursed and greeted all the ancestors of the 18 generations of Zhenjun Yanghua, but Pei Ye was still calm, but he increased her strength and speeded up, changing from passive defense to active attack, and he must let Rakshasa Alu contact the most attacks in the shortest time.

The spirit of the weapon drinks tons of hot water in Pei Ye’s sea of ​​consciousness.

Feeling: [This little demon is so pitiful.]

The system held a cup of hot tea and nodded: [Yes, yes, it's so miserable.]

Artifact Spirit: [You just look at it? This little demon is also a thirty-six-nation demon clan. What a pity if he was killed in one go?]

The system disdained: [Where is the demon race so easy to carry? Just a little demon, it will die if it dies, and there are other ones anyway.]

The spirit of the weapon glances at the system, and the system smiles well.

The two of them were hiding the conversation between Pei Ye, so Pei Ye naturally didn't know what these two did in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She became addicted to playing Rakshasa Aro, and she treated this thing as a shield while treating it as a kite.

After more than an hour of tossing back and forth, the stock of Shugu, Shi Tou and Yun Duo for many years was exhausted, and the "troop" to chase her was getting fewer and fewer. In the end, the two sides stopped. The Chushu Committee supported each other and returned to each other, helped each other, buried them back in the soil, and the stones returned to their original state. The clouds floating in the sky continued to disguise themselves as clouds. Pei Ye also gasped slightly and dragged Rakshasa Aro to the open space.

"MD, I'm so exhausted."

Pei Ye fanned the shrinking mechanism at himself.

His eyes fell on Rakshasa Ara not far away, and stood up and kicked it.

"Hey, are you dead?"

The Spirit of the Artifact: [It is obvious that it is not dead, and the demon core of the demon clan will not fall until it is broken.]

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: [Where is this guy’s magic core?]

The Spirit of the Artifact: [The Magic Core is not on it.]

Pei Ye was surprised: [How could it be! The magic core is not on her body, how could she find Tianyin Guma...]

Before she finished speaking, she realized it herself.

Rakshasa Alu escaped from the outskirts of Luocheng with a teleportation array and passed to the small secret realm. During this period, he had no chance to get the magic core, so he naturally was not on his body. Pei Ye sat down with some regret, looking at the two huge heads with a blue nose and swollen face, and curled his lips in disappointment.

"I thought it was Rakshasa Arra in his heyday... I didn't feel accomplished even if I won."

Artifact Spirit: [You use the small secret realm to deal with it, which is originally a perfect victory, so what kind of sense of accomplishment you want.]

Pei Ye took out the Qiankun bag, took out a demon-binding rope, and prepared to tie Rakshasa Alu and seal it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took it out, the seriously injured Rakshasa Ala woke up slowly.

The huge demon body shrank into an old woman less than one meter four.

Looking at the scarred old woman, Pei Ye's Schrödinger's conscience was a little painful - because he beat the old man - but then he thought that he was also a minor child, and Rakshasa Arrow was the first to do evil. He was not wrong to treat the other person's body with his own way.

Her conscience was comforted.

“…yang, Yanghua…”

The turbid and bloody eyes of Rakshasa Ala burst out with a strong sense of hatred.

Pei Ye shook the demon-binding rope with both hands and said silly: "Please ask Ms. Rakshasa Alu to come with me."

Capture it back and lock it up until death!

Rakshasa Arrow sneered: "You really angered me."

The demonic energy surged, and all the terrifying and embarrassing injuries disappeared, but the demonic energy was consumed too much and I couldn't stand up for a while.
Chapter completed!