Vol 5 Chapter 848: Jin Wuzhong

On the battlefield that stifles the sound and the world, at this moment, it is strangely caught in a kind of dead silence. Everyone’s face has an unprecedented color, as if he saw something incredible, one The eyes looked sluggish and looked into the air.
In the midair, Luo Yang, a black robe, stood up and stood on the robes. It had already been stained with a layer of blood, but it was not from himself. It was all the blood of those quasi-monks!
Even with the fall of the two sectarian monks, the ‘kill’ word on the top of Luo Yang’s head is already scary, just like the one just picked up from the blood pool, with a strong atmosphere!
From Luo Yang’s rescue of the sorcerer from the hands of the monk, and then to killing the two monks in one fell swoop, all this seems to be slow, but it all happens in a short period of time. It was in such a short period of time that three monks were already in the hands of Luo Yang!
Even in this fierce battlefield, this is also a thrilling horror, so when the eyes look toward Luo Yang, there are deep horror, even the people of the Hanshan tribe, there is no exception!
Especially the chilling children, the pretty face is full of incredible looks, the rosy lips are turned into a circle, revealing the shock of her heart at this time.
After a full moment, as the sound of the cold air in the battlefield rang in the battlefield, the people all came back to the world. From the monks of the Hanshan tribe, it immediately broke out. Cheers.
No matter how terrible Luo Yang’s cultivation is, it is not a bad thing for them to be a Hanshan tribe, but it is absolutely beneficial. Especially in the current situation, after Luo Yang’s shocking move, it not only hit the peak of the spirit of the spirit, but also inspired the morale of the Hanshan tribe.
The monks of the Hanshan tribes seem to have great confidence, and they are rushing toward the monks who have been immersed in the spirit, so that the nearly one-sided battle has gradually changed and become beneficial to them. Hanshan tribe.
In other words, it is Luo Yang, affecting the entire battle!
After realizing this truth, the cold sect who is fighting with people, looking into Luo Yang’s eyes, is also full of gratitude, and the same is the person who understands the matter. The look is gloomy and ugly.
"The repair of this kid is quirky. The non-general quasi-speaking monks can compete, and the two of you will be shot together. Don't leave him alive!"
The old man who was fighting with Han Zong gave a low voice, and the voice quickly spread throughout the battlefield. From the monk who was so fragrant, there were two terrible breaths rising from the sky, and his powerful repairs were fluctuating. Far more than the ordinary standard monk.
"The peak is on the way!"
After looking at the two speedy figures, Luo Yang’s brow was slightly wrinkled. In terms of his current cultivation, although he is not afraid of these two peaks, if he is entangled in them, he will inevitably have to spend some hands and feet.
For Luoyang, the urgent task now is to help the Hanshan tribe to stabilize the battlefield and delay the exit to the cold road. Naturally, it cannot be entangled by the two.
When the thoughts in my heart turned thousands of times, Luo Yang’s figure shook slightly. When the two peaks were about to approach, they turned into a residual image and disappeared directly from the place. The next moment, the whole person appeared in another. One of the lingering monks in the middle.
"Futian!"
Luo Yang’s hands are all pointed, and a cyan giant finger is descending from the sky. Those monks who are famous and have not yet reacted are directly killed by the giant fingers and turned into a group of fog!
"Dare!!"
Looking at this scene, the eyes of the two peaks were red, and when they screamed in the mouth, they suddenly accelerated and rushed toward Luo Yang again.
However, Luo Yang did not care. He relied on the speed of the Peng Peng. He walked freely through the entire battlefield. It was like an erratic ghost. Every time it appeared, it would leave a group of bright red blood fog, in a short moment. The names of the monks who are being shot, the spirits of the monks, are already in a state of sorrow, and gradually become chaotic.
"Can't let him go this way again, this guy must die today!!"
After the two peaks looked at each other, one of the red robe old man’s look stunned, and the Sen’s opening directly bite the tip of the tongue, squirting a blood, and his hands quickly smashed, and the blood light quickly drowned the positive land. Like a giant mouth, it immediately appeared below Luoyang.
"Ok?"
Perceived the evil atmosphere of the mouth, Luo Yang’s brow was slightly wrinkled, and when he was about to sneak away, suddenly the color change suddenly changed, and the figure slid outwards, but in his body shape. When I was just moving, another suddenly peaked in the mouth of the peak.
"town!"
The voice of the peak of the peak road fell, a golden yellow clock appeared out of thin air, this clock is two or three feet high, as if it is made of gold, the whole body is flowing. Even when it first appeared, it was suddenly dropped, and Luoyang was directly covered in the bell!
"I didn't hesitate to use the technique as a guide, which made me numb and didn't notice the Golden Bell. It seems that the degree of cooperation between them is far beyond my imagination..."
After being trapped in the bell, Luo Yang did not panic. After a brief surprise, he quickly returned to a calm state, thinking quickly about the countermeasures in his mind.
While Luo Yang was trapped in the bell, on the battlefield, the two peaks were also relieved. After a glance, they all saw the happiness in the other's eyes.
Luo Yang’s mentality is far beyond their expectations. Even the old man in the red robe, who had previously released the blood technique and wanted to interfere with Luo Yang’s detection, was still detected by Luo Yang at the last moment. It is even more dangerous for them to fall short.
"But fortunately, this guy has been trapped in Jin Wuzhong, and his death will come!"
The old man in the red robe snorted, and as another peak peaked, he flew toward the golden clock.
Looking at this scene, the people of the Hanshan tribe on the battlefield are all looking confused, even if it is the same as the peak of the cold, it is also anxious.
But when the two peaks were approaching, from the golden bell, there was a violent shock, as if Luo Yang was constantly struggling inside.
"Give up the kid, this Jinwuzhong is made of Xianwu Jinwu Shentie. Even if it is the peak of the peak, you can't escape if you are trapped in it. Your death is already here, don't dying again!"
The old man in the red robe saw the situation and did not worry at all. Instead, he sneered and said.
And just as his voice fell, a crisp cracking sound rang from the golden bell, and under the gaze of the two peaks, the whole Jinwuzhong burst into bang!