Jiang Fan asked the disciple with concern, "Senior brother, are you okay?"

"Senior brother, I'm fine. The disciple who had been paralyzed to the ground struggled to stand up and looked at Jiang Fan, his eyes full of respect and admiration.

"Well, it's okay. Jiang Fan nodded and looked towards the core of the blood mist.

There, at the entrance to the cave entrance to the back mountain, the original lush woods and the carved buildings on both sides of the road were now shrouded in blood mist, and it was impossible to see it really.

Jiang Fan transported his spiritual power to his eyes, so that he could see the faint figure in the blood mist, accompanied by the shouting of killing in his ears, Jiang Fan could imagine what a tragic picture it was.

"Senior brother, the head of the sect and the elders are all there. It's too dangerous there, senior brother..."The little junior brother on the side also looked over there following Jiang Fan's eyes, only to see the blood in the sky, he couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and said to Jiang Fan.

"Whew..."Jiang Fan let out a breath of turbidity, he tried his best to calm himself down, looking at the entrance, like a blood-colored abyss.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but think of the fact that in his previous life, he was nested in a dark basement cubicle, and only a small high window could see the outside world. Jiang Fan lay on the small bed in a daze, looking at the light outside the window, imagining that this beauty did not belong to him.

"Is it an abyss? The place I was in in my previous life was an abyss. Jiang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the little junior brother, and said firmly: "You stay here, I'll take a look." ”

Jiang Fan clenched his fists, feeling the power brought to him by the blood mist, turned his head and rushed towards the crowded place. From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it is only a few hundred zhang away, but along the way, there are disciples of the Hidden Immortal Sect fighting with the disciples of the Blood Domain Demon Sect.

Jiang Fan didn't fight with anyone all the way, but just tried his best to release spiritual power and attract those blood mist to rush towards him.

The quality of the disciples of the Hidden Immortal Sect is a cut above that of the Blood Domain Demon Sect, but due to the interference of the blood mist, they cannot use the aura freely.

Jiang Fan didn't know that it was his own appearance that made the current situation of the Hidden Immortal Gate retreating for the better.

On a mountain pass, dozens of disciples of the Hidden Immortal Sect were surrounded by the people of the Demon Sect. These Demon Sect disciples were not in a hurry to attack, but just watched with mockery on their faces as these dozens of disciples struggled to support themselves in the blood mist.

"Damn, the aura is not working well, Senior Brother Song, let's fight with them!" a disciple said to the senior brother who was the leader, gritting his teeth.

"Senior Brother Wang, my aura is quite sufficient, I'll tear up the encirclement in a while, you take the other junior brothers and run up the mountain!"

"What's the use of running, there is no way out on the mountain, Senior Brother Song, if you want to die, let's die together, kill a few demons if you can!"

"Alas!" Senior Brother Song was full of unwillingness, if it weren't for this blood mist, how could these small fish and shrimp trap him?

"If Senior Brother Jiang is here..."Among the junior disciples behind him, someone just sighed. Suddenly, from the hillside behind him, there was a clear roar: "Junior brothers, don't panic!

Before he could finish speaking, the man jumped down the hillside and tripped over the roots of the tree as he landed.

I saw Jiang Fan stand up with a carp, spit out the mud in his mouth, and said loudly: "I, Jiang Fan, come too!"

Under the half-joyed and half-worried expressions of the junior disciples, in the eyes of the disciples of the Demon Sect who looked at them like fools. Jiang Fan shouted angrily, turned his aura to the maximum, and rushed towards everyone.

"Senior Brother Jiang! no!" Seeing this, all the disciples shouted anxiously, and at the same time, many of them gave up using their spiritual power to resist the blood mist, gritting their teeth and rushing towards the disciples of the Demon Sect.

"The junior disciples only blame the enemy!Hiccup~ These blood mist, hiccup~ will be handed over to me, senior brother!" Jiang Fan absorbed a large amount of blood mist while laboriously communicating with the juniors.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that the blood mist entangled with them was attracted by the aura that erupted from Jiang Fan's body, and they rushed towards him one after another. But Jiang Fan didn't accept all the orders, and looked at them with encouraging eyes.

When many people saw this scene, their eyes flowed with tears of emotion. Senior Brother Jiang Fan was too great, he was under the pressure of blood mist alone, but he did not hesitate to give them the opportunity to make a move.

You must know that the heads of these Demon Sect disciples can be exchanged for a lot of sect points on weekdays.

The situation reversed smoothly, and many disciples looked at Jiang Fan with emotion, and cried out while slashing people.

And the embarrassed Demon Sect disciple fled in embarrassment, and thought to himself, "You're sick, aren't you?

Gradually, more and more disciples around Jiang Fan were rescued, and everyone tacitly waited for Jiang Fan to attract the attention of the surrounding blood mist, and then rushed up to tear up the disciples of the Demon Sect.

Everyone, looking at Jiang Fan's eyes revealed reverence, several female disciples desperately gathered around Jiang Fan, whenever Jiang Fan finished absorbing the blood mist in one place, he wiped Jiang Fan's forehead with a handkerchief in distress, although there was not a drop of sweat on it.

At the foot of the mountain, the elite of the Demon Sect was tearing apart with the sect masters and elders of the Hidden Immortal Sect, and gradually, someone discovered the abnormality on the mountain.

"Sixth, how did the blood mist on the mountain fade?" a shirtless, scarred man turned around and asked, while resisting the attacks of the two Hidden Immortal Sect elders.

"Third brother, probably all dead, right?" On the other side, a short man who was only about one meter tall agreed casually while waving a knife.

"Sixth, did you fart and burst your eyeballs? There is obviously a team on the mountain, and there are more and more people!"

The naked man kicked an elder to the ground, raised his hand and grabbed the other person's long sword, twisted it into a twist, turned his head and scolded at the sixth elder.

"Third brother, can you ask others!" the old man pointed to his own size and said, "You ask me, I can't even see your shoulder!"

The short man shouted to the other side: "Old Seven, stop fighting, find a way to go up and have a look!"

As soon as the sixth man on this side spoke, a gust of wind blew on the other side, and in the yin wind, a sharp voice came: "You stop them, I'll go!"

For a while, the biting yin wind swept through everyone, and a black figure in the wind shouted at a man in front of him: "Big brother, open the way!"

The man who was called the eldest brother, nine feet long, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, was fighting with Ling Xuzi, the contemporary head of the Hidden Immortal Gate. This man is wielding two bone-chopping kitchen knives in his hands, and he is vigorous.

I saw that he heard Lao Qi shouting at him, laughed fiercely, the knotted muscles on his arms bulged, and the double knives forced Ling Xuzi back. The big man bent down, stabbed his sword on the ground, and took a sharp breath.

Ling Xuozi was horrified to see that the air around him poured into the big man's stomach like seawater, and then, there was a faint purple light flashing on the big man's neck.

"The place in his throat is actually a purple spirit root!

As soon as Ling Xuzi thought of this, he only heard an earth-shattering roar, like thunder on the ground!

The roar swept through the wind, and the big man was pushed by the reaction force of the roar, and he stabilized his body with two kitchen knives inserted into the ground. For a while, Ling Xuzi and the others of the Hidden Immortal Sect heard a roar in their ears, and then they couldn't hear anything.

The roar of the big man forced back the people who were hindering in front of him, and the figure in the yin wind, smiling, swept along the passage to the mountain.

Ling Xuzi was the first to react, reaching out to stop him, but he quickly retracted. He looked angrily at the position of his arm, and a kitchen knife with a cold air appeared in the air.

"Your opponent is me!" the big man with the knife grinned, and fought with Ling Xuzi again. Ling Xuzi looked at the mountainside behind him, and the mist of blood blocked his vision, and he could only see a group of figures running towards the corner of the mountain.

"Fan'er, you must live!" Ling Xuzi had already seen his master and Demon Venerable fighting in the sky: "Master is out, that should be a success, right?" As soon as Ling Xuzi's thoughts came out, the two kitchen knives of the big man on the opposite side pulled Ling Xuzi's attention back.

"Elders, find a way to draw out one person to chase that demon and protect my disciples!" Ling Xuzi shouted angrily, and then drew his sword and slashed at the big man.

On the mountainside in the distance, Jiang Fan was leading the disciples to rush down the mountain.

"Senior brother with good body, go to the mountains to find the injured fellow!"

"Okay!

"A few of you, go and protect a few junior sisters!"

"Okay!

"Who is good at the spiritual healing technique of the sect? go and help those juniors and disciples heal!"

"Okay!

"Hiccup~~~"

"Okay!

Jiang Fan's every nerve was tense, and he walked from the cave on the top of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, the blood mist he absorbed had already raised his cultivation from the first heaven of refining the body to the ninth heaven of refining the body, and Jiang Fan already had a faint feeling that he was about to break through the great realm.

But right now, all his thoughts are on how to mobilize all his juniors and disciples to minimize the loss. Jiang Fan's command became more and more fluent, and his confidence became more and more sufficient.

"This command of the battle is not very different from when I arranged work on the construction site!" Jiang Fan said with a smile in his heart.

It's just that he didn't see that in the distance, a black shadow was wrapped in gusts of yin wind, sweeping towards them!