Peerless Taoist

The huge impact made the whole flying monster shake violently.

The crowd was staggering. One monk even couldn't stand stably and almost threw out.

"Don't let go, hold on!"

"Come on, look what's going on!"

A monk of Sihai Tianzong suddenly recited a spell, opened a magic eye from the center of his eyebrow, and sent out golden lights to sweep around.

Suddenly, the monk's face changed.

"What's the situation?" asked the other friars.

The friar pointed to the flying monster and said in a trembling voice, "the flying monster is dead."

Almost all the people trembled. They hurriedly looked, but they found that the monster who had been carrying them had closed their eyes forever.

"It's strange. It's still fine just now. Why did it die suddenly?"

"How did the loud noise come out just now? Is it not that some curfew sneaked attack!"

Lu Yu said in a deep voice, "as soon as the monster dies, it will fall down soon. We should find a way to leave before it falls!"

"What's the difficulty? You can just leave with the magic weapon?" the wise Miao sneered.

All the monsters are monks. Even if they control magic weapons, they can fly in the air. They can't die.

Lu Yu said lightly, "if you want to die, you can control the magic weapon to leave."

"Now that the monster is dead, you don't leave quickly. Are you mixing with this fool?" Zhimiao mocked and directly called out a gourd.

As the spell fell, the gourd began to grow larger and larger, and finally became the size of a small boat.

"You wait here to die. I'll go first!" a cold light came out in Zhimiao's eyes.

Zhimiao was in his heart, but he didn't intend to go.

He wants to wait until when Lu Yu flies out and kills Lu Yu from the sky.

"Let's leave quickly," said another friar.

Lu Yu suddenly stopped him: "wait."

"What are you waiting for? Don't you realize we've begun to fall?" the friar said angrily.

Without the power of the wing Pu fan, although the flying monster kept gliding, it could not fall far.

"Wait, you'll thank me."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhimiao sat on the gourd and rose in the air.

"This time there was an accident, should Sihai Tianzong have something to say?" Zhimiao sneered.

A monk in black directly took out a jade disc and threw it into Zhimiao's hand: "Taoist friends can take it to any stronghold of our Sihai Tianzong. We will compensate Taoist friends three times for their round-trip travel expenses!"

"Sihai Tianzong is really magnificent!" Zhimiao collected the jade plate and was ready to leave when he mastered the magic weapon.

"Wait, when you fly out to a place with few people, I will break you into pieces!" a cold light flashed in Zhimiao's eyes.

He was about to step out.

Suddenly, a violent wind swept around him.

"What's the situation!" Zhimiao's face changed and began to struggle desperately.

However, his magic power, like a boat in a huge wave, was of no help under the strong wind.

"Come on, help me!" Zhimiao shouted at the people on the deck with a ferocious expression.

But as soon as his voice came out, it disappeared in an instant.

A huge force grabbed him directly from the air and then yanked him back.

Behind him was a bottomless abyss.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

Zhimiao completely lost control of the magic weapon and fell straight down.

The friar in black who had just talked to Zhimiao murmured, "it's over, it's over!"