Zheng Tianlong also moved accordingly, sneered, and pointed at the old man of the Huang family who was flying towards him. He saw three thunderballs around him spinning rapidly, and arcs of electricity were released crazily. In an instant, they became powerful. The size of his fist, he smashed it towards the attacker.
The old man of the Huang family had obviously experienced Zheng Tianlong's moves before. He blocked them with his arms in front of him, and a circle of earthy yellow light appeared.
The next moment, there was only a roaring explosion, and three thunderballs collided with the light curtain, splashing snow-white thunder all over the sky and scattering in all directions.
The old man of the Huang family was stopped by this huge force. His body became unstable and he fell backward.
At the same time, Sui Yu, who had been standing next to Zheng Tianlong, also moved, but the light in her eyes flashed away, and her body swayed, leaving only an afterimage of her in place. The next moment, Sui Yu's figure disappeared. He appeared strangely behind the old man of the Huang family, and his movements were as fast as teleporting.
At this time, Suiyu held a scimitar with a shining cold light in his hand, and he raised it sharply, intending to cut the old man of the Huang family in half.
And at this critical moment, the old man of the Huang family showed a strange smile, "Hey, just show your flaw."
After saying that, his fallen body rolled around in the void. He avoided Suiyu's fatal blow and reached out with one hand to grab Suiyu's neck.
Zheng Tianlong's expression changed. He thought he would use his hand again this time, but unexpectedly it suddenly changed. He hurriedly activated three thunder balls and threw them at the old man of the Huang family.
Suiyu's expression also changed, and as soon as his figure moved, he was about to use his ghostly movement technique again, but by now it was already too late.
The old man from the Huang family grabbed Sui Yu's neck with his big hands like iron pliers. Without saying a word, he punched out with his other hand.
Blood burst out in mid-air, and the Huang family old man's fist pierced through Broken Rain's chest.
Suiyu's body immediately softened, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and the scimitar she held in her hand dropped weakly. The look in her eyes gradually faded. At the last moment of her life, she turned to look at Zheng Tianlong in the void, reluctantly He said two words, "Run...run..."
"Broken Rain!" Zheng Tianlong's relaxed expression finally disappeared. Instead, he stared at the old man of the Huang family who was still carrying Broken Rain's body with a ferocious expression, "I will kill you today..."
After saying that, he tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a scroll about ten feet long flew out. Zheng Tianlong pointed at the scroll, and the scroll slowly unfolded.
But he saw that the scroll was unfolded to a length of two feet, and there were more than a dozen ferocious beasts painted on it. The beasts were lifelike, as if they were real beasts sealed inside.
Zheng Tianlong pinched his hands and fired dozens of spiritual lights at the scroll. The next moment, a strange scene appeared. All kinds of ferocious beasts on the scroll were seen moving, and roars were heard from them at the same time. A strange spiritual pressure swept in all directions.
The old man from the Huang family threw Suiyu's body casually and dodged the three thunderballs from Zheng Tianlong. When he raised his head again, his heart suddenly tightened when he saw such a scene. His body turned into a rainbow and flew towards the distance. go.
"Want to run? Take your life!" Zheng Tianlong roared and pointed at the old man of the Huang family who was walking away.
In an instant, the ferocious beast on the scroll came to life, struggling out of the scroll, turning into a dozen shadows and chasing after the old man of the Huang family.
Although the old man of the Huang family escaped quickly, the phantom of the vicious beast was even faster. It only took a few flashes to surround the old man of the Huang family in the center.
The next moment, more than a dozen beasts started biting the old man of the Huang family like crazy. Almost in an instant, the old man's body was torn into pieces. The scene was extremely bloody.
Although Wen Changming had the ninth level of Naqi cultivation and stabilized the helpers Huang Yong brought to the seventh level of Naqi, there were so many people coming. Although there was no immediate danger of his life, he was still in a hurry and overwhelmed at this time.
Ji Liao and Huang Qiyuan also fought to a state of anxiety. The two of them came together sometimes. In just a few breaths, the two collided hundreds of times. Circles of energy rippled out between the two. Ji Liao was naked behind him. The red fire feathers were fanned repeatedly, raining down fire all over the sky.
Ji Liao relied on his physical strength and the blessing of talismans to barely draw a tie with Huang Qiyuan. It was impossible to defeat Huang Qiyuan.
"Continuing to consume like this is not an option." Ji Liao was confronting Huang Qiyuan while thinking of a way to escape.
No matter how big Ji Liao's spiritual sea is, no matter how much spiritual liquid it contains, it is still far behind Huang Qiyuan, who is at the thirteenth level of Qi. If he continues to consume it like this, it will be a matter of time before he is drained of all his spiritual energy.
Looking up at the other battlefields, Zheng Tianlong and Mo Xiang both killed a member of the Huang family, but were soon entangled by another Huang family member.
The Huang family who suddenly fought against Zheng Tianlong suddenly abandoned Zheng Tianlong and rushed towards Hu Lai, who was fighting fiercely on the side.
Hu Lai and the old man were evenly matched and had no time to separate themselves. As he swung the spear in his hand, he felt the evil wind behind his head. He turned his head sharply and swung the spear head behind him.
There was a pop, blood splashed everywhere, and the spear penetrated the person's shoulder.
And at this moment, the Huang family, who had been fighting fiercely with Hu Lai before, flashed their eyes and punched Hu Lai.
"boom!"
A big punch hit Hu Lai's head.
Hu Lai tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Huang family member punched Hu Lai several times in a row.
No matter how strong Hu Lai's body was, he couldn't withstand such a ferocious attack. It didn't take long for his body to soften, and then he fell helplessly from mid-air.
Ji Liao's face became more and more ugly. The people on their side died one after another. Now only he, Wen Changming, Mo Xiang, and Zheng Tianlong were left. There were more than a dozen people from the Huang family in the field. Their power is already overwhelming compared to theirs. If they continue to be exhausted like this, they will only end up attracting hatred.
Just when Ji Liao was distracted for a moment, Huang Qiyuan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he rushed towards Ji Liao.
"Not good!" Ji Liao secretly said something bad.
His eyes were condensed, and the five-color unicorn popped out from the center of his eyebrows. The five-color unicorn's small eyes were staring hard, and he bared his teeth to pretend to be fierce. When he saw the fierce Huang Qiyuan, his cheeks bulged, and he suddenly spat out a ball of fingernails. Five-color flames of various sizes were spit out.
Huang Qiyuan originally thought that he had fallen into a trap, and thought that Ji Liao's lack of concentration just now was just to lure him up to attack, but he didn't expect that Ji Liao's method was actually such a little...a little flame, although the move was strange. Some, but he couldn't feel a trace of spiritual power fluctuations in the flames. It was too childish to use this method in a life-and-death struggle.
"Haha, die." Huang Qiyuan laughed, regardless of the five-color flames shot at him, the earthy yellow light curtain around him enveloped him, and he actually wanted to directly break through the Qilin True Fire to kill Ji Liao.
But the next moment Huang Qiyuan couldn't laugh anymore. His body-protecting light curtain could not block the inconspicuous five-color flames at all, and was easily burned through by the five-color flames.
At this moment, Huang Qiyuan was very close to the five-color flame, and Huang Qiyuan could even see his own reflection reflected in the flame.
"No..." Huang Qiyuan yelled.
The five-color flames remained as strong as ever, sinking straight into Huang Qiyuan's head, coming out from under him, melting through the protective light curtain again, and shooting straight towards the ground. Nothing could stop the five-color flames along the way. After castration, wherever the five-color flame passed through, it was burned through, leaving holes the size of fingernails.
Huang Qiyuan's body went limp in mid-air, stopped his momentum towards Ji Liao, rolled and fell to the ground.
"Clan leader!"
"Clan leader!"
"Clan leader!"
More than a dozen Huang family monks in the field saw Huang Qiyuan being killed by this inconspicuous boy, and they all screamed in horror.
There was a "bang" sound.
Huang Qiyuan's body fell heavily to the ground, throwing up a burst of dust.
Zheng Tianlong narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he saw Ji Liao using such a strange move, he felt moved in his heart, and said to himself, "This kid has no means to use it at this time. I really underestimated this kid."
Mo Xiang's eyes lit up. They were already at a disadvantage. They were just struggling to hold on. As the people on their side fell one by one, the hope of survival became even slimmer. Now Huang Qiyuan, the strongest among them, is dead. If Ji Liao kills a few people again, he may not have a chance to escape.
Ji Liao smiled contemptuously, "Don't underestimate anyone."
Now the situation in the field has undergone some subtle changes. Huang Qiyuan is dead. There are less than ten people from the Huang family who can fight Ji Liao and others in the field, and the rest are all the children of the Huang family who are at the eighth or ninth level.
On the contrary, although there are only four people on Ji Liao's side, their cultivation levels range from the eighth to the tenth level of Qi, the fact that these few of them have survived to this day shows the strength of these people.
In fact, the strength of the Huang family is already very strong. Being able to gather a dozen monks who are above the tenth level of Qi at once is enough to prove the strength of the Huang family.
But although Ji Liao's cultivation level is a little worse than theirs, Ji Liao and the others are all disciples of the sect, and their magic weapons and skills are far beyond what these families can compare with. Even if their cultivation level is higher than them, they still have a fight. This is the gap between the power of the sect and the power of the family.
Ji Liao's eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the formation that blocked the area, with a strange look in his eyes.
But at this moment, the change occurred again, and the collapsed Daluo Mountain was suddenly swept up into the air, turning into powder that covered the sky and blocked the sun.
"Who damaged my sacred mountain?" At the same time, a voice suddenly sounded, shaking the world.
Several people confronting each other in the air, including the Huang family, Ji Liao and others, all had their heads buzzing under the roar.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge pit appeared under Daluo Mountain, and a huge underground palace appeared in the pit.
Then a black light flew out from the underground palace, hovered in the void and stood steadily in the void, revealing a small black sail about ten feet long.
Then a figure flew out of the underground palace. This man was wearing earth-yellow Taoist robes. He looked about forty years old. Under a pair of extremely thin eyebrows was a pair of narrow eyes, which set off his sinister and ruthless temperament. .
The man put his hands on his back, stepped on the void, and flew straight to the small sail in mid-air.
The man looked at Ji Liao and the others fiercely, "Since we are here, don't leave any of them. It just so happens that my Ten Thousand Soul Sail still lacks the souls of a few monks to suppress them."
Ji Liao's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he looked at the heart in front of him in horror, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Foundation Building Period!"
