Looking at Xiao Chengfeng's predicament, he sighed with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Is this the second one?"
With a murmur, a drop of clear spring floated towards Xiao Chengfeng, and his injuries were visibly recovering.
When Xiao Chengfeng woke up, the curtains of the eight-part Tianlong chariot were closed and the dragon chariot flew away.
Xiao Chengfeng looked at the backs of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Chariots and saluted respectfully.
"Thank you very much, Second Princess, for saving your life today. Xiao Chengfeng will definitely repay you a hundredfold in the future."
The dragon chariot did not stop, but disappeared into the clouds.
The Tianling Mountain Range is completely boiling today.
Five of the twelve heroes were beheaded and one was robbed.
The person who was robbed was Xiao Chengfeng from the Taoist sect.
Among the twelve heroes present, only Dugu Xiaolang and Chu Liuli were not poisoned.
For a moment, people were panicked, and the entire Tianling Mountain Range was shrouded in the shadow of Wang Ling.
Dugu Xiaolang's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he was frightened.
He was trembling with fear every step he took, fearing that a man in a black robe and mask would suddenly appear in front of him.
"Huhu, luckily I'm a bit stubborn, otherwise I would be embarrassed."
Hiding in his secret base, Dugu Xiaolang felt a little more at ease.
His secret base was also disguised to blend in with the environment. If Zhou Qiankun saw it, he would have exclaimed that he is a "comrade".
At this moment, outside the Tianling Mountains, the ten superpowers were furious.
This evil cultivator is so rampant. If it is not suppressed, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the ten superpowers?
Everyone's eyes were focused on Heavenly Man Chu Muyang. He was the only one who could intervene inside the Tianling Mountains at this moment.
He felt the gazes of the ten super power elders and glanced at them with an expressionless expression.
"Seven days later, when the five heroes enter, I will lower the Sky Breaking Talisman to the eleven heroes. At that time, as long as one of you finds the evil cultivator Wang Ling, he can crush the Sky Breaking Talisman. In this way, the other heroes will be there. Teleport here immediately and surround and kill Wang Ling."
As soon as these words came out, the ten super powers calmed down.
"However, you only have one chance. If you fail again, your skills will be inferior to others. You have to endure this humiliation."
Tianren left a sentence indifferently, which shocked the hearts of the ten superpowers.
They knew very well that this heavenly being was very dissatisfied with the execution of their disciple, and now he was begging for help. It was extremely embarrassing.
However, they quickly calmed down. With the eleven heroes gathered together, Wang Ling would definitely die.
Even if Chu Liuli doesn't take action at that time, the other ten heroes can kill this person.
Calm returned to the outside of the Tianling Mountains again, and only the five beheaded heroes were in high spirits, with strong murderous intent in their eyes, looking forward to the hunt seven days later.
The words were divided into two parts. At this time, Zhou Qiankun put away Wang Ling's suit and kept jumping between the woods like a happy monkey.
Thinking of the fat man's promise to bring back some monster meat, wouldn't it be bad to go back empty-handed like this?
Stay on top of a big tree and look out in all directions.
Suddenly, there was a fierce fighting sound coming from the front.
Zhou Qiankun vaguely heard an acquaintance shouting.
"Come on! This Purple Snow Dragon's meat is very nourishing. It's a rare sight in the outside world for a hundred years. Don't miss it today."
Zhou Qiankun thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
It was the voice of Feng Xi, the chief disciple of Lan Sect.
I didn't expect such a fate.
He was there last time for the wateryin spirit grass, and he was there for the crystal algae last time, and now Zhou Qiankun meets him again. His luck can only be said to be at home.
This Lanmen colluded with evil cultivators before, and was even inseparable from the killing of Zhou Qiankun. Zhou Qiankun still remembers this hatred.
Now that he has encountered it again, he will naturally not let it go.
Zhou Qiankun put on camouflage clothes and quickly approached the direction of the sound.
This is a place in front of a hill, surrounded by nothing but grass less than half a foot high.
There is a cave at the bottom of the mountain, two people tall and dark.
In front of the cave entrance, eleven people were surrounding and killing a purple sub-dragon. The sub-dragon was covered in purple with white wings, as bright as white snow.
The Purple Snow Dragon is a very valuable monster. Its meat is extremely delicious and it contains dragon power. It is an excellent nourishment for the monk's body.
Eating a purple snow dragon will increase your physical strength by at least ten thousand pounds!
The one who surrounded and killed it was Feng Xi, but this time there were more powerful people around him, all disciples of the Lan Sect, seven of whom had reached the late stage of the spiritual sea.
However, even under the siege of eleven monks, Zixue Long was still extremely fierce and showed no signs of cowardice.
The physical strength of his body is extremely strong, and if he is touched casually, his muscles and bones may be injured in a minor case, or he may be killed in a serious case.
The eleven men fought very carefully, they only dared to attack from a distance and did not dare to engage in close combat.
Under the long-distance consumption of eleven people, even though Zi Xuelong's physical body was strong, he gradually became tired and his offensive became weaker and weaker.
Not long after, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and it was only a matter of time before death.
Zhou Qiankun was calculating, looking at the green grass, he was afraid that his camouflage uniform was of no use.
He escaped secretly and made a new camouflage uniform out of grass.
Then, a fire cracking talisman was left at the end of the grass, lying in the grass, squirming slightly.
About half an hour later, the eleven Fengxi men finally killed the Purple Snow Dragon.
The eleven people looked excited, finally having a big harvest.
At this moment, at the end of the grassland, a distant explosion sounded, causing the eleven people to tremble and turn around to look in that direction attentively.
Each clenched the weapons in their hands, nervously, and guarding the front.
Their breathing was heavy, as if a terrifying enemy was coming, and they swallowed subconsciously.
Feng Xi pointed at a disciple and said, "You, go up and see what's going on?"
The person being pointed at looked tense and stepped forward slowly.
The hearts of others also gradually became nervous as he walked.
Some people have even been concentrating magic in secret, and as soon as the opponent shows up, they will strike first.
The disciple approached fearfully, and then froze on the spot.
Others looked at him motionless, even more nervous.
"Hey, what did you see?"
Feng Xi couldn't help but ask.
After a while, the disciple came back to his senses.
"Elder brother, I didn't see anything."
This sentence stunned everyone.
There was such a big movement, but you didn’t see anything?
They quickly approached and saw only a small patch of grass burned by the flames.
Several people racked their brains and couldn't figure out what happened today? Inexplicable.
Shaking his head, Feng Xi turned around and decided to deal with the purple snow dragon's body first.
Then, he stayed where he was, and a gust of wind blew by, making his heart feel slightly cold.
The corpse of the purple snow dragon just now disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground to prove that there was indeed such a corpse there before.
The other disciples turned around and were as dumbfounded as Feng Xi.
