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  Wang Hong held the golden light bowl in one hand, and rushed towards the big man, "Bang bang bang!" The two fought close to each other for dozens of rounds in an instant, and the two sides were evenly matched.

   But it may be unfavorable to Wang Hong after a long time. First, he was originally injured. After a long time, his physical strength will decline faster.

  Secondly, his weapons are not handy. The opponents he met before were not physically trained. Under the absolute power, no one can stop him. He can use any weapon.

   Now they are opponents in chess, the strength of the two is comparable, and the opponent has convenient weapons.

  The golden light bowl in his hand was similar in shape to a big bowl, and it was awkward to think about holding a big bowl and a big stick in one hand.

  Wang Hong held the golden light bowl and slammed it down on the big man. When the opponent blocked him with a big stick, he took the opportunity to retreat a few feet away.

  Sacrificed his top-grade spiritual weapon, the binding spirit rope. Seeing Wang Hong retreating, the big man naturally chased after him. The spirit binding rope that Wang Hong sacrificed was like a long snake, winding towards him.

  The big man saw a rope snake swimming towards him, and quickly swung his stick to block it, but saw the rope winding up along the big stick, and climbed up his arm in an instant.

  After the long rope climbed up his arm, he shook his arm violently, trying to throw it flying.

   But the long rope was like a swimming snake, firmly crawling on his body, and quickly crawled all over his body, wrapping him tightly.

  The spirit rope became tighter and tighter, and the big man pulled and pulled it around with his hands, but it was useless. How could he break the top-grade spiritual weapon.

  The countless poisonous thorns on the spirit rope pierced the big man's body. Although he had been training, his body was extremely strong.

  However, the spirit binding rope is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and the wooden thorns carry toxins, so it only needs to pierce a little bit.

  In the end, all the three-foot-long spirit-binding ropes were wrapped around the big man's body, binding him tightly. The big man struggled vigorously with his hands and feet, but it was of no use.

  Some wooden thorns pierced the big man's skin and began to absorb the mana and blood essence from the big man's body.

  Wang Hong's golden light bowl swept across, knocking down the big man to the ground, and then caught up with him and stepped on himself.

   At this time, Jiang Qing's defensive magic weapon has been broken, and a group of poisonous bees are attacking the shield. It seems that he can't last long.

  On the other side, the white silk that Yun Qingya sacrificed was unscathed under the attack of a group of poisonous bees, but Yun Qingya's complexion was not very good, probably because she consumed too much mana.

  Early-stage monks who have just established their foundations, if they use middle-grade spiritual weapons for a long time, the mana in their bodies will still not be able to bear it.

  Wang Hongruo's power is far more pure and profound than that of monks of the same level, even the imperial envoy's top-grade spiritual weapon will not be able to support it for a few times.

   Now, after entanglement with the enemy, the wooden thorn absorbs the enemy's blood and mana, which in turn nourishes itself, greatly reducing the mana that Wang Hong needs to spend.

   "Tell me, which faction do you belong to, and what are your intentions?" Wang Hong stepped on the big man's chest and asked condescendingly.

  The big man kept silent, and the spirit binding rope was still trying to absorb his mana.

   "You don't have much time left, why bother to bring the secret underground? Do you still need to care about him so much after you die? Why don't you tell me, maybe you can survive."

   "Boy, you'd better let me go and apologize. My master is not something you can afford to offend. If you kill me, the master will definitely avenge me!" The big man threatened.

   "Master is so easy to say, is it so self-confident to be a slave? Does your master have Yuanying cultivation?" Wang Hong kicked the big man again.

   "My master doesn't care if he has a Nascent Soul cultivation or not, anyway, crushing you to death is like crushing an ant."

  Because a large amount of blood essence and mana had been sucked away by the big man, the voice of the man now seemed limp.

   Hearing this tone, Wang Hong guessed that the master of the other party should be about the same level as Jindan.

  Seeing that this person had no possibility of recruiting tribute in a short time, he smashed the other person's head with a golden light bowl, smashing his head to pieces.

  After all, he is in a dangerous place at this time, and there are two other people who are entangled with the poisonous bees.

  When the head of the big man was smashed, Jiang Qing, who was entangled with the poisonous bee, screamed "Ah!"

   Then he rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, while screaming in pain.

  Slaves who sign this kind of blood contract will be severely punished once the master dies, or even die directly.

   At this time, the group of poisonous bees seized the opportunity and surrounded him in a swarm. After a while, they ended the pain for Jiang Qing, and there was no more sound.

   After finishing the two of them, Wang Hong looked at the rest of Yun Qingya.

  At this time, Yun Qingya was struggling to block the attack of the poisonous bee, her complexion was pale, her clothes were soaked with sweat, she looked in a state of distress, and she no longer had the elegance and beauty she had before.

  Yun Qingya saw that the other two were dead, but she didn't expect that the alchemist who was supposed to be the best to deal with, defeated the three of them by herself, including a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

   Now she is the only one left, let alone an opponent. With a thought in her mind, Bai Ling wraps her body around her.

  Then the white silk turned into a white rainbow, which flew over ten feet away in an instant, and soon there was only a single light spot left.

  After Yun Qingya fled, Wang Hong was the only one left. He first collected all the belongings from the two corpses.

   Then set a fire again, burning the two corpses to ashes.

   However, although the enemy escaped, they left this formation here.

  He searched for the stout man's storage bag, but found nothing that could control the formation.

  He doesn't know anything about the formation, and now he still doesn't know how to get out.

   He had no choice but to continue to break through the formation with the previous method. He took out a bottle of spirit wine, which he brewed with second-grade white crystal fruit.

  He had planted a large number of white crystal fruits in the space before, but now the fruit trees have grown up, and the white crystal fruits they bear are simply not something he can eat alone.

  The shop is still strictly controlling the number of sales of second-order spiritual objects.

  Wang Hong looked at a lot of white crystal fruits that were very precious in the eyes of others, and it was not easy to deal with, so he brewed them into spirit wine.

  The spirit wine brewed from white crystal fruit can not only restore mana, but also purify mana after drinking for a long time.

  Wang Hong took a sip of the spirit wine to make up for the consumed mana.

  The golden seal was sacrificed again, and the formation was broken with brute force, and then the sound of "Boom! Boom! Boom!" was heard in the stone forest.

  The operation of all formations must consume spiritual power. Wang Hong's idea is to attack indiscriminately. As long as the spiritual power maintaining Chen's method is exhausted, the formation will naturally break.

   It took three hours to drink up a catty of second-order spirit wine. Finally, the mist in the stone forest cleared and the formation was broken.