Ji Liao was horrified, looking at the Foundation Establishment monk who suddenly appeared.
Zheng Tianlong's face showed a trace of solemnity. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the formation light curtain covering here from time to time. Judging from his appearance, he was obviously looking for a gap and planned to escape.
Mo Xiang put away the copper bowl in her hand. Although Mo Xiang was a woman, she had a good character. When she saw the Foundation Establishment monk, her face was shocked for a moment, and then she calmed down. Her eyes were between Zheng Tianlong and Zheng Tianlong. He scanned Ji Liao's body, then gritted his teeth and leaned towards Ji Liao.
Wen Changming was even more frightened. At this moment, Huang Yong and the others who fought hard with him seized the opportunity.
Huang Yong's figure was seen swaying, and he waved the big sword in his hand.
The big sword cut through the void with a "whoosh" sound, and swept towards Wen Changming with a fierce momentum.
Wen Changming was startled, but by the time he realized it, it was already too late. The sword was approaching, and he had to wave his hand to block it with a folding fan.
There was a muffled sound of "bang".
Wen Changming screamed miserably, vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down like an arrow.
Ji Liao's eyes flashed, and the wings behind his back moved, turning into a red light and catching Wen Changming who had passed out.
With a casual throw, more than a dozen explosive talismans flew out, turning into a chain and rushing towards Huang Yong, who was still coming to win.
"Ah..." Huang Yong exclaimed, and his figure quickly swept back.
Just hearing the booming explosion, dozens of fires exploded out of thin air in the air.
A moment later, Huang Yong's clothes were in tatters and he stumbled out in the firelight in embarrassment.
Returning to Mo Xiang, Ji Liao took a look at Wen Changming's injuries and saw that there was a deep bone-visible scar on Wen Changming's body, with blood gushing from it, and the folding fan in his hand had been cut into two pieces. , if the folding fan hadn't blocked Huang Yong's sword, Wen Changming might have been dead by now.
Without hesitation at the moment, he tapped the storage bag on his waist, took out a Chuyang Pill that he had prepared before and gave it to Wen Changming to drink.
The Chuyang Pill melted in his mouth, but Wen Changming's throat moved, and the Chuyang Pill liquid was swallowed into his stomach.
The effect of this Chuyang Pill was indeed good. It only took a few breaths to stop the bleeding from the wound.
"Hey..." Ji Liao sighed secretly.
It would have been much more difficult for a foundation-building monk to escape, but now that Wen Changming had passed out again, it would be even more difficult to take him with him.
But then he thought of Xu Lu Ning again. If he escaped and Wen Changming died here, would Xu Lu Ning hate himself in the future, and would he hate himself for not saving her?
"Ancestor!"
"I've met my ancestor!"
"Ancestor, you are finally out of seclusion."
At this time, the people of the Huang family on the side saw the appearance of the foundation-building monk. The faces of the Huang family showed joy, and they quickly saluted and called their ancestors.
Ji Liao frowned, looked at the monk in the Foundation Establishment stage again, and murmured, "It turns out he is the ancestor of the Huang family. No wonder he has the cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment stage."
As the leader of the clan, Huang Qiyuan has a cultivation level of the thirteenth level of Naqi. If he is the ancestor of the Huang family, it would be normal for him to have a cultivation level of the foundation building stage.
The old man of the Huang family put his hands behind his back and looked leisurely and contented. He nodded and said, "Are these disciples of the Purple Air Sect?"
At this time, an old man from the Huang family who had been fighting with Ji Liao and others for a long time stepped forward and responded, "Yes!"
The ancestor of the Huang family glanced at the man, then looked back at Ji Liao and others, and smiled scornfully, "These people are not very cultivated. How many of you can't defeat them after so long?"
"Ah... um... forgive me, ancestor, these people's skills are unique, and their magic weapons are even more powerful. I suffered a lot at their hands." The old man of the Huang family said awkwardly.
"Forget it, these are not important, where is Huang Qiyuan?" the Huang family ancestor asked again.
"The patriarch...the patriarch..." the old man of the Huang family said hesitantly.
The ancestor of the Huang family frowned, "Huang Qiyuan is also dead?"
"Yes! Please, ancestor, please avenge the clan leader and the dead clan members." The old man of the Huang family responded and then shouted.
The ancestor of the Huang family nodded, "You guys go down, I'll just take care of these people."
The self-centered conversation between the ancestor of the Huang family and the old man completely dismissed Ji Liao and the others as nothing. When the ancestor of the Huang family said the last words, it was as easy as cleaning up the garbage.
Ji Liao's frown deepened, and at this moment Mo Xiang pulled Ji Liao's sleeve, and Ji Liao turned to look at Mo Xiang.
"Junior brother Ji, I have a magic weapon that can put Wen Changming away, but my condition is that you take me away from here." Although Mo Xiang was watching every move of the ancestor of the Huang family, at the same time, he was also fascinated by Ji Liao's expression. All in sight.
She was thoughtful and found that although Ji Liao was frightened by the appearance of the foundation-building monks, he was not too panicked. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have a means of escape that he had not yet used.
Ji Liao raised his eyebrows and looked Mo Xiang up and down.
Mo Xiang's fiery red lips raised slightly and smiled sweetly.
Ji Liao thought for a moment and nodded.
Mo Xiang didn't hesitate. He patted the storage bag on his waist, and a strange jade bottle with a body the size of a watermelon and a neck as thick as a finger appeared in his hand.
Mo Xiang recited a spell in his mouth, and the jade bottle lit up. A ray of emerald green light shot out from the mouth of the bottle and rolled towards Wen Changming's body. Then the light reflected back and dragged Wen Changming straight into the jade bottle. Xiang's palm shook slightly, and the jade bottle was put into her storage bag.
Ji Liao saw that Mo Xiang didn't say anything after doing this, and secretly started the Five Elements Fire Art.
After talking to the Huang family for a few words, the old man of the Huang family was not in a hurry to take action. He looked at Ji Liao and the others with a relaxed look, and slowly said, "You guys are quite capable. Tell me, who will do it?" Did Huang Qiyuan kill him?"
There was a sudden silence in the stadium, but everyone looked at Ji Liao.
Ji Liao's face was cold and solemn, and his expression did not change at all. He activated the Five Elements Fire Art with all his strength.
The ancestor of the Huang family glanced at Ji Liao, and then said calmly, "Then who destroyed my Huang family's Daluoshan and ruined my good work of refining the Ten Thousand Soul Sail?"
The ancestor of the Huang family set up an underground palace in Daluo Mountain, hoping to use the spiritual power of Daluo Mountain to keep the fire of the cauldron alive. But what he didn't expect was that Daluo Mountain, which had stood for who knows how many years, would actually It suddenly collapsed overnight, causing the refining of the Ten Thousand Soul Sail to fail. Fortunately, when the flames of the furnace went out, he saw that the situation was not good and quickly took out the Ten Thousand Soul Sail and stopped refining it. This way, the Ten Thousand Soul Sail was not destroyed. , although Wanhun Sail is now a semi-finished product, it can still be used, and it can continue to be refined in the future.
Everyone turned their attention to Ji Liao again.
The ancestor of the Huang family was slightly startled, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and smiled faintly, "It's you again, okay, okay, today I will extract your souls and refine them to compensate for the loss of my ten thousand soul sail." Then the ancestor of the Huang family stared. Ji Liao said, "You are not that cheap anymore. I will take out your soul and burn it in the fire for seven or forty-nine days, so that you can taste the pain of purgatory, and finally seal it in the Ten Thousand Soul Sail." The eyes of the evil spirit formation are tortured by endless evil energy."
Ji Liao saw sweat on his forehead, not because he was frightened by the words of the ancestor of the Huang family, but because he felt that the flame unicorn in his body was wilting, and he looked like he was wilting.
The flame unicorn has appeared in this state before. It was when he was dealing with the demon snake. At that time, the demon snake entangled him completely. The flame unicorn jumped out and spit out a mouthful of real fire, burning the demon snake's body into pieces. Since then, the Flame Qilin has been in this sluggish state. However, after Ji Liao adjusted his breathing for a period of time, the Flame Qilin became lively again.
But now Ji Liao didn't have time to adjust his breath, so he quickly contacted the Qilin in his body, "Get up, little thing, he's spitting."
The flame that the Flame Kirin spits out is different from the flame Ji Liao usually uses to refine talisman paper. Ji Liao uses the flame transformed by spiritual energy. Although it is the true fire of the Kirin, the small flame that the Flame Kirin spits out is... Its origin and power are simply incomparable.
The flame unicorn stood up awkwardly, and his figure flashed out from between Ji Liao's eyebrows.
Ji Liao's joyful expression disappeared in a flash, and he quickly urged, "Spit at the light curtain in the sky."
Ji Liao thought that Qilin's true fire could melt all things, but he was not sure whether it could melt through the current formation, and he was not sure whether his own true fire could melt through the formation. If it was used and it could not melt through the formation, If the Huang family saw through his intentions, it would be difficult to escape, so he could only let the flame unicorn work hard and spit out some of its essence.
"Take your life." At this time, the Huang family's old man's body lit up with light, and a huge coercion that only belonged to the foundation-building monks enveloped him.
Ji Liao's expression changed, "Quick!"
The flame unicorn reluctantly stood up, opened its mouth slightly, and spit out a weak silk-like five-color flame.
Then the flame unicorn flashed and returned to Ji Liao's spiritual sea, fell down and fell asleep.
Ji Liao's face changed, and his mouth was extremely bitter when he looked at the flames.
The flames shot straight towards the light curtain in the void, and as expected, melted directly through the light curtain, shot outside the light curtain and then dissipated.
Ji Liao's face showed joy and he simply said two words to Mo Xiang, "Let's go quickly."
After saying that, his body turned into a stream of light and went into the small hole.
Mo Xiang was also shocked, and his figure also turned into a stream of light and flew away.
"Want to leave?" The ancestor of the Huang family snorted coldly and punched the two streams of light.
A huge fist shadow flew out and smashed towards Ji Liao and Mo Xiang with a whirring sound.
