Chapter 4778?

The monk Jianqing, who displayed his great power without appearance, did not seem to be a monk at all, and his fiery temperament was not even weaker than those of the irascible top cultivators in the sand magic cave.

With the waving of the Zen stick in his hand, every blow can severely damage the digital top cultivator.

"Senior brother, you must not create too much killing karma." The monk Jingmian waved his palms and defeated several top cultivators who rushed forward, looking at Jianqing and reminding anxiously.

"Don't worry about it, this kind of killing karma adds to my body, why should I be afraid, these evil animals will not be destroyed for a day, I will not feel at ease for a day!" Jian Qing said solemnly, waving the scepter in his hand even more vigorously.

The monk Jingmian shook his head helplessly. His senior brother dared to disobey the words of the senior brother, so how could he listen to what he said.

The battle is heating up.

The lives of the top ancestral cultivators became the most worthless existence, and countless broken treasures and real swords fell into the cracked ground with their respective masters.

Here, it became their common burial ground.

A tragic war always resonates, even if it is Yanxian, in the battle situation of nearly 20,000 to 30,000 top cultivators, it can play a very small role.

Looking at Cui Jing with hot eyes, he directly stretched out his hand to tighten the belt of his pants, and then flew forward with an eight-foot stick.

However, Cui Jing, who is a top ancestral cultivator, with the blessing of blood in the sand magic cave domain, is enough to fight against ordinary Yanxian.

"Did you feel that the guy's head is not very good, it's a scumbag." Looking at Cui Jingyuan's back, Chen Qing commented.

Chunqiu touched his chin and said, "It's a little bit not very smart. It is estimated that he is used to running rampant in this bad land and needs to be severely beaten."

Jian Wushuang still did not speak, he was quietly watching the situation.

At the same time, he had a hunch that these top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave looked extremely vicious, but they would never be able to keep the Sand Demon Cave, and it was definitely a matter of time before the city was destroyed.

At that time, it may be possible to wait for the opportunity to approach those monks.

Although the cause and effect and the big killing calamity carried on the body seem to be safe and may never be triggered, it is like a barb, and Jian Wushuang will definitely try his best to pull it out.

If these monks can't do anything about it, then he can only wait for his strength to recover, and then try to unite with Diqing as much as possible.

Completely erase this entire sky.

Jian Wushuang has never been an overly kind person. From the very beginning, to the time when he ascended to the Eternal God, and then to Da Yanhuan alone, the principle he has always used is the principle.

There is one side of the heavens that harms him, and this is the reason. Since there is a cause, there will be an outcome, and the end of destruction is not inevitable.

The monk Jianqing, banging the tactic in his hand, forced back the top cultivators who were constantly emerging in front of him.

The ten monks who are all Yanxian have a tendency to influence the situation of the battle.

But one of the ten monks did not take action, or to be precise, he did not participate in the battle.

He is like an ascetic who has experienced vicissitudes between his eyebrows, and he walks slowly forward, as if he is indifferent to the world.

Occasionally, the top cultivator who attacked him was forced to retreat by the Qinghui Huamang that enveloped him.

The ten monks of Yanxian were crushed by the Sand Devil Cave, where almost no Yanxian existed.

Originally, the insanely insane top cultivators in the Sand Demon Cave were retreating step by step, and the number of people was reduced from the previous 20,000 to more than half.

If it weren't for the murderous field, the casualties would be even more serious than the current ones.

Jianqing is like a furious bull. As early as after Cui Jing joined the battle, he directly locked him, and then took up the black iron Zen staff and fought against him.

In the short ten breaths of time, Cui Jing was on the verge of fading, and he secretly complained in the bottom of his heart.

"Good evil, grandpa will send you to death today!"

With a deep shout, Jian Qing changed his position, and in the trend of chasing the moon, he carried the black iron Zen stick on his shoulders, and then a meteor fell heavily on Cui Jing's belly.

At this moment, he only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, the eight-foot stick was bent to a strange point, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

"Boom!"

Jian Wushuang only felt that the city wall under him trembled suddenly, and then there was a faint sound of collapse.

Cui Jing's entire figure was completely embedded in the city wall several meters deep, almost bombarding the city wall out of a large hole.

"Uh... Dead bald donkey, I'm not finished with you." Cui Jing pulled out of the wall with difficulty, and his bones seemed to fall apart.

Just when the sect headed by Jianqing gathered the top cultivators unstoppable, a unique aura descended on the battlefield again.

The sand runs wild, and the sky is chaotic.

From the shattered ground, a giant statue of the wild sand was quietly erected.

Then, facing the army of top cultivators headed by Jian Qing, the two sides covered the sky fiercely.

Jianqing raised his head suddenly, he was horrified, raised his Zen staff and blocked it.

But beyond his imagination, he directly swept away over a hundred top cultivators, including him.

For a time, the disadvantaged situation was contained.

Jian Qing, who flew hundreds of feet upside down, stood still in the air, and then couldn't bear to shed a ray of divine blood from the corner of his mouth.

That kind of aura was so majestic that it was quite difficult for him to resist with all his strength.

At this moment, the eyes of all the top cultivators were focused on the giant statue of mad sand.

Every top cultivator in the Sand Demon Cave showed a frenzied look in his eyes.

On the top of the forehead of the giant statue of wild sand, there was a tall and slender woman with a beautiful figure looming under the cloak.

She looked indifferent, and with a wave of her hand, she manipulated the giant statue of the mad sand under her to kill more than ten top cultivators.

Jian Wushuang, who watched this scene from a distance, couldn't help but stare.

This Niangniang Sha, who also did not transcend the level of Yanxian, showed him a sense of transcendence at this moment.

If the previous Sha Niangniang was at most the peak of Yanxian like Chen Qing, then at this moment, she seems to have taken that step.

However, the next scene is still shocking.

The Colossus of Crazy Sand waved its big palms that covered the sky, covering all the invading enemies, but the next moment, a radiant wheel of radiance that was ten thousand feet in size appeared.

There is a pair of skinny palms emitting hundreds of millions of rays of light, with their hands clasped together, covering the palm of the giant statue of Kuangsha.

The two collided, falling endless sand and lime ashes.

On the skinny palms that were in the shape of ten, every fine crack was easily visible, exuding a general trend.

Jian Wushuang could see it clearly. This magnificent style was released by the old monk with a beard, who had never attacked after the melee.

The jet-black ring bead around the neck began to exude a peculiar glow.