Yan Li waved his big hand, sank his dantian, and issued an undoubted order: "Go to the top!"

Everyone immediately understood his intentions, and their spirits were shocked, and they climbed the nearest stone pillar one after another.

The ghost army surged down, causing a lot of movement, and people couldn't help but wonder, aren't they worried about causing an avalanche?

Wei Shu saw something strange, and frowned: "I'm afraid there has been a disaster here recently, the enemy is very familiar with this place! No wonder the way down the mountain is better, but because of this harsh environment, we ignored it." He deliberately said it to Yan Li, hoping that he would pay attention to it.

When Yan Li heard this, a crazy idea suddenly surged in his heart, he turned his head to look at a Nine Great Disciples who had just boarded, and shouted, "Yu Feihuan." ”

Yu Feihuan is a disciple of the Upper Desolate God Temple, and he seems to be a taciturn and honest appearance, but Yan Li noticed that he likes to take advantage of small advantages.

Hearing someone call him, Yu Feihuan subconsciously looked at Yan Li, "What, how?"

Yan Lifei jumped onto the stone pillar where Yu Feihuan was, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it." ”

"What to take?" Yu Feihuan said confusedly.

"Zhao Chang's Qiankun bag. Yan Lidao.

Yu Feihuan's heart jumped, and he hurriedly said: "You, what nonsense are you talking about, how can I take it, take the things of my dead fellow Daoists!"

Yan Li knew that he had made the right bet, and deliberately shouted: "If you want to live, give it to me!"

Everyone was waiting for it, and suddenly when they heard it, they all looked at Yu Feihuan. They only need to know one piece of information, that is, the key item to survive, in Yu Feihuan's hands. It doesn't matter what you are, even if it's your Yu Feihuan's life, dare not hand it over at this time?

Under such a forced gaze, Yu Feihuan couldn't resist it, and stupidly threw a Qiankun bag to Yan Li.

Yan Li caught it, probed his thoughts into it, and happily showed his face: "Sure enough!"

Everyone was curious about what he was referring to, and Yu Fei said that he hadn't had time to check it yet, and couldn't help asking, "What's inside?"

Yan Li took it out, threw it to Yu Feihuan together with the Qiankun bag, and said, "Complete the task I gave you, the contents are yours, listen to ......"

The cooked duck flew back again, Yu Fei was overjoyed, and looked at the things thrown over with the Qiankun bag, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Isn't this the thunder talisman of the Five Elements Academy?"

The Thunder Charm is unique to the Five Elements Academy, a secret treasure between the Talisman and the Treasure, as long as a small amount of True Qi is injected, it can trigger thunder.

There are a total of nine thunder talismans in his hand, and even if he is a disciple of the Five Elements Academy, not everyone may be able to have it. I didn't expect Zhao Chang to be so rich, this is a considerable fortune.

Yu Feihuan was thinking about it in his heart, and when he heard Yan Li's transmission, his face immediately changed drastically, and he shook his head again and again: "No, how can we do it, we will also die!"

Yan Li said: "I have my own way to let you survive, if you don't want to, I'll hand over this Qiankun bag to Ken's people to laugh at." ”

When Yu Feihuan heard this, it was even more difficult to accept.

Yan Li is not like dealing with other people, risking his life, people like Yu Feihuan may not be afraid of death, if he threatens with his life, it may backfire, and being greedy for small and cheap is his nature and his weakness.

"Okay, okay, then you have to talk and count!" He clutched the Qiankun bag tightly, for fear that Yan Li would snatch it away again, "Of course, I don't really believe in you, it's because Senior Brother has a high opinion of you, and I believe in Senior Brother." ”

"Go ahead. At the same time as Yan Li waved his hand, he held it in the void, and cut out a large amount of sword qi from the cliff.

The few ghost clans who rushed to the front didn't snort, and fell to the rough floor of the ruins, blue and green blood spraying forward.

The remaining sword qi was sucked by a hand stretched out of the void, like a ring, wrapping and crushing all the sword qi, and finally like a light wind, the ring and the sword qi disappeared together in the air.

The eldest prince of the ghost clan walked out of the void in a dark blue coat, raised his head and gave Yan Li a cruel smile: "Kill my subordinates, but you have to pay for it with your life." ”

His appearance was shocking, and many cultivators were suppressed.

Yan Li didn't look at it, and he didn't feel a fight, turned around and retreated to the rear.

"Let's go!"

After each attacking once, the group also withdrew and followed and leaped on the stone pillar.

The army of the ghost clan pursued them relentlessly, and with superb skills, they quickly climbed the stone pillar and slaughtered them fiercely.

The practitioners had to stop and resist.

Wild bite has a feeling of being neglected, as if in the eyes of the prey, he is insignificant in this group of hunters, and he is so angry that he wants to laugh. Of course, the killing intent is not reduced in the slightest, and he feels that Yan Shifang is even more annoying than Xue Mad described, and killing is not enough to vent his anger. He took a step forward, and was already on the stone pillar, and was about to catch up with him to teach the other party a lesson that he will never forget, when suddenly his foot stopped in midair.

A man, a woman, appeared in front of him.

"The female god of war, Liumu Bing, has been admired for a long time. He said with a smile, failing to take a single step, slowly retracting it. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that the surroundings are shrouded in the aura of the goddess of war, and this step can't be taken out before he can take it back.

"The eldest prince of the ghost clan is desolate, if I remember correctly, this is the first time we have met. Flowwood Bingjian responded with a smile.

"Is that so?" said Arabic regretfully, "a beautiful and powerful woman like you would not have met ten years earlier. ”

Liumu Bingjian knew that although the other party was polite, he was already fighting back against her aura. Without hesitation, she flew away in the opposite direction from Yan Li.

He was stunned, looked at Yan Li, and then looked back at Liumu Bingjian, weighed it, and chased after Liumu Bingjian, laughing loudly: "I have heard for a long time that the female god of war is invincible on the battlefield, Xiao Wang is fascinated, don't run, stop and fight to the death!"

Seeing that he really didn't run, Liumu Bing turned around to face the desolate bite, and said with a smile: "The eldest prince forgot, on the Tianchen List, my ranking can be above you." ”

"Ha!" "You mean that baseless list? That's just a gimmick you made up with Han Tianzi, if I want to rank, the name at the top of the Tianchen list should be my ridiculous bite! And ......" After a pause, his smile was completely absent, and he continued coldly, "I really thought that a mere cave realm should not be in the top ten of the Tianchen list, and today is just taking this opportunity to be corrected by my own hands." ”

As he spoke, a strong aura swelled from him. Above his head, a monster with long horns loomed, emitting an extremely strong light from the part that seemed to be an eye, and the space it touched rumbled and vibrate.

ps: Thank you for the wine fairy's wine gourd and the little raccoon who loves oranges. Thank you for the 10,000 vertical and horizontal coins reward of Dingqiu, and thank you for your monthly passes. Thanks for the typo reminder that looks delicious. Misspellings, inappropriate words, incoherent sentences, etc., are welcome to be criticized.

ps: When I saw the comments of the book friend 52272165, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to admit it before, it was just pathos, tightrope walking, and other labels, but now I have the courage to face it. That's right, the inspiration and emotion I mean is pathos, tightrope walking. If I feel that the process is too smooth to justify myself, I don't want to write, and I have to come up with a logical twist that satisfies me. Speaking of pathos, I'm actually quite sentimental. Writing the plot like this can touch my heart, and it is also the motivation for me to write it. I don't like my style, and I can only say I'm sorry.