In the secret realm, when Yunzheng was looking for the formation eye of the abyss formation, he suddenly saw the sporadic soil on the ground stained with blood, and there was a vague stench emitting from it, which looked like a dead corpse.
Her eyes changed slightly, and she knelt down to examine it carefully for a moment.
It is indeed man-made!
There should be many corpses buried here, and those corpses have been corroded by the corpse powder, leaving only a slight unpleasant smell.
at this time--
Fan Yu'er's voice suddenly came from above.
"who are you?!"
"Of course it's the person who took your lives!" came an unfamiliar female voice.
Then the unfamiliar female voice continued: "Kill them first!"
Soon, the sound of fighting came from above. When Yunzheng looked up, he saw the sudden appearance of two young geniuses, a man and a woman.
Mo Jing was startled, "What's going on?"
Yunzheng's eyebrows darkened slightly, and he glanced at Mo Jing and the others and said, "You all come up!"
Mo Jing, Feng Xinglan, and Yan Chen didn't hesitate too much and immediately stepped on the rows of flaming iron nails to use their strength.
And Yunzheng couldn't wait to find the formation's eye. Feng Xinglan and the other three were missing from the formation. In an instant, all the flaming iron nails were aimed at Yunzheng, rushing towards her direction.
boom!
Yunzheng punched the nearest row of flaming iron nails in his fist hammer, and it began to crack from the middle and exploded into pieces.
She turned around quickly, raised her leg and kicked away the row of flaming iron nails behind her. This time, she also knocked down the rows of flaming iron nails behind her, and with a 'boom' sound, they were all stacked together.
Not long after, the countless flaming iron nail boards were smashed to pieces by Yunzheng.
Seeing such violent behavior, everyone outside the secret realm was stunned.
"Isn't she also a physical practitioner?"
Someone said in a sour tone: "How many trump cards does Yunzheng have? It doesn't matter if he is a pupil master, he is actually a rune master or a summoner, and now he has another physical skill..."
Another person analyzed: "Whether she is a pupil master or a summoner, as long as she is in this soul-stealing formation, she is at an absolute disadvantage! She... is very likely to be killed by Yuchi Wan this time."
"Is Qiongtian's Fengyun team really going to be wiped out?"
"It's best..." A cultivator said something, and suddenly remembered something. He glanced at the direction above the high platform with fear, and then expressed his thoughts tactfully: "I hope I can win."
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other tacitly.
As long as there is no Qiongtian Tianjiao in the top ten, then almost everyone is half right! After all, the Fengyun team now occupies several spots in the top ten, which is really stressful.
Because the pressure comes from the fact that their ruby may not be saved!
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In the spirit-seizing formation, Feng Xinglan, Yu Qiu, Mu Yin, Mo Jing, Yan Chen, Fan Yu'er, and Nangong Qingqing jointly dealt with Yu Chiwan and Liao Mingxu, trying to delay time.
At this moment, Zhongli Wuyuan's face was solemn, and he quickly set up the spirit gathering formation! Among the directions of southeast, northwest, only the north direction is left, and the formation pillar points have not yet been set up.
Just as Zhongli Wuyuan moved quickly in the north direction, Yu Chiwan slapped him hard on the back unexpectedly.
Zhongli Wuyuan staggered a few times, and bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Zhongli/Brother Yuan/Ayuan!"
When Feng Xinglan and others saw this, their eyes changed slightly, and they immediately rushed over with a tacit understanding, blocking Zhongli Wuyuan in the form of a 'wall of flesh'.
Yuchi Wan raised the long sword in his hand, the sword flashed with thunder and lightning, and was equipped with various small attack formations. He smiled coldly: "With you useless trash, you still want to stop me? Don't even think about it. How much longer can you live?"
Immediately afterwards, Yu Chiwan turned his head slightly and glanced at Liao Mingxu with an extremely arrogant and contemptuous look.
Liao Mingxu understood immediately and immediately gathered a force of metal elements. He swept his body and attacked in the direction of Zhongli Wuyuan.
boom!
Zhongli Wuyuan stepped aside vigilantly, and a deep pit of nearly one meter suddenly appeared on the originally flat ground.
And Zhongli Wuyuan's arm was shaken by the residual force, and he felt paralyzed.
"You can hide pretty quickly!" Liao Mingxu's Chinese-character face looked a little sinister.
Liao Mingxu took out his palm again and slapped Zhongli Wuyuan directly on the head!
Zhong Li Wuyuan looked calm, ignoring Liao Mingxu's existence, and quickly moved towards the north. The speed of movement was not inferior to that of ordinary spiritual practitioners.
Liao Mingxu looked ugly, and his two consecutive attacks failed, which made him feel extremely bad.
There was a raging killing intent in his eyes, and his figure flashed and landed in front of Zhongli Wuyuan, with a surging power gathering under his palms.
At the same time, coercion rolled down towards Zhongli Wuyuan, seeming to want to lock his actions.
Raise your hand and strike out with a bang!
With a "boom", powerful spiritual power cut through the void and came straight towards Zhongli Wuyuan.
Zhongli Wuyuan was hit hard and his whole body was blown to the ground. He was vomiting blood from his mouth and his handsome face became paler. At this moment, his breath was in chaos, and there was no spiritual power to protect the place where he was hit. His lungs were suddenly shattered, and several ribs were broken.
"Zhongli!"
Yu Chiwan caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, curled his lips happily, looked at Feng Xinglan and the others and said, "You will be able to accompany him to hell soon, and you won't be too lonely on the road to hell."
After saying that, Yuchi Wan raised his sword, silver light suddenly appeared, and swung his sword towards them!
Feng Xinglan and others tried their best to block him.
However, countless sword blades with lightning swept over them quickly, knocking them to the ground in an instant. Blood marks appeared, and the bloody wounds faintly flashed with thunder, which penetrated deep into them.
Yuchi Wan saw them all falling to the ground, with disdain and coldness in his eyes.
As of now, they actually thought they could block her attack. They were so naive and extremely stupid!
Just when Yuchi Wan was about to finish them off, a voice suddenly came.
"Hiss, it hurts too much!"
Mu Yin's face twisted for a moment, and he stood up with one hand supporting his body. He frowned and patted his soil-stained clothes, then lifted up the clothes that were split and looked down at the sword wounds on his body.
Mo Jing also stood up, stared at Yuchi Wan in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Keep going, old monster."
Old monster? !
Yuchi Wan's face turned dark, and his eyes were filled with the murderous intent of an impending storm. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand and gritted his teeth and said, "You say it again?"
Mo Jing was stunned, looking at Yuchiwan's white hair on her forehead, her purple-black lips, and the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. It was hard not to think of some old monsters in the mountains.
