The three Mahayana monks, all of whom were from the Fallen Feather Tribe, exuded an incomparably huge murderous aura on the black wings behind them, and even Hraf was a little unbearable for a while, and had a feeling of wanting to kneel down and worship.

"Herav is not doing things well, and he has lost the majesty of the Yu Clan, please ask the three elders to punish him!" Heraf bowed and bowed, forcing himself to calm down and not kneeling, "I just don't know how the three elders came over?"

"It was your grandfather who sensed that you had unlocked the seal of the Tianliu Lantern and was worried that you would encounter a strong enemy, so the three of us happened to be passing by nearby, so we came over to take a look. That's a foreign monk, right?" said a thin Mahayana monk in a calm tone.

"Yes. In front of these three people, Hraf did not dare to hide it, and told the reason for the incident.

"Oh, a small Pure Yang Monk is carrying so many treasures, her master should have a great background. A slightly chubby monk next to him hesitated.

"What can you do if you have a great background? If you enter the abyss of the sea of fog, even if you are a dragon, you have to coil it, not to mention that it is only a small dragon cub at most. Hehe, it looks like we've come across a mobile treasure trove. ”

Another sturdy Mahayana monk said with a big grin: "Helaf, don't say that I rely on the old and sell the old, that Qingluan treasure uncle will take it for you, and the other treasures will not have your share!"

"Yes. Hraf replied helplessly.

The people of the Fallen Feather tribe are very united, but it also depends on the situation, if it weren't for their grandfather who was also an elder, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to share a treasure, not to mention that if they didn't make a move, let alone a treasure, even this life was under Murong Xianxian's control.

"This formation is a bit mysterious, but unfortunately some of the formation flags have already exploded...... Huh, you still want to run?!" The face of the thin feather clan changed suddenly, and the wings behind him suddenly waved forward, and dozens of black mangs flew out, and in an instant, they soared like a siege crossbow, and shot towards the ground.

Boom, boom, boom......

There was a loud bang, the dust was flying, and the fog quickly dissipated, and you could see far and near...... On the ground, corpses fell there one after another, including those of the Stone Clan, the Scale Clan, and even more of them from the Fallen Feather Tribe.

"Shi Zhongjian of the Shi clan meets the three elders!" a somewhat weak voice sounded.

Hraf raised his eyes to see that Shi Zhongjian's whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, and his left arm was also missing.

"Hmph! kill the people of my Fallen Feather Tribe, and you want to leave?!"

The Skinny Feather Clan snorted coldly, causing Shi Zhongjian to jump up in fright, and he was confused for a while before he realized that it was not aimed at himself...... A little farther away from them, the last mermaid had just rushed onto the Qingluan Treasure Wheel, and the Treasure Wheel had already flown into the air.

"So what? Even if I didn't kill that garbage, would you let me go? Since you want to rob, don't think about what kind of cheekiness you need, talk about real skills!" Murong Xianxian said unceremoniously and coldly sneered.

Hearing this, the Thin Feather Clan's face was filled with anger, his eyes swept over the Qingluan Treasure Chamber, and after seeing the five magic weapons, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, but then he said gloomily: "Very good! The monk who dares to speak like this in front of my vulture has not met him for many years. I'd like to see if you're as good as you are!"

A huge coercion pressed down on Murong Xianxian, and the other two Mahayana monks also did not hesitate to exert coercion, wanting to suppress Murong Xianxian's momentum first...... In the abyss of the sea of fog, what identity and morality are all floating clouds, and the three of them did not take action immediately because they also had scruples about each other, and they wanted to see Murong Xianxian's means first to make a decision.

If it weren't for the others, Murong Xianxian would have fled long ago. Now that everyone has arrived, seeing three huge coercions surging like a tsunami, where will they linger?

The three Qingluan let out a clear sound, and the treasure flew away, and in the blink of an eye, it was far away.

"Where can you escape?" the feather clan named Vulture sneered, his body flashed with brilliance, his wings fluttered slightly, and he had already chased after him, and the other two Mahayana monks did not hesitate, and the three figures disappeared in an instant.

"Hehe, Heraf, it seems that those three elders are very 'caring' for you!" Shi Zhongjian said with some schadenfreude after the three Mahayana monks had already left.

"Do you want to fight?"

Hrafwillow's eyebrows furrowed, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes...... Of course, she knew that the three elders didn't make a move here, on the one hand, because Murong Xianxian was too fast, and on the other hand, they were afraid of her. When I got to the distance and grabbed the Qingluan treasure, I am afraid that in addition to Qingluan, the other magic weapons will not be able to keep. But her grandfather was in retreat, and it would be nice to be able to send a voice and ask someone for help, and even if the three of them did, she couldn't do anything.

"I'm right, the grace of saving my life will be reported later!" Seeing that Hraf was angry, Shi Zhongjian immediately relented and hurriedly said goodbye.

At this time, the formation had been almost destroyed, and other robbers could already be seen in the mist, and both of them were in a hurry to collect the clansmen, but they didn't care about it anymore...... It's just that after counting the number of people, both of them want to cry without tears.

There were less than 100 people left in the three gangs, and the strong ones were even more lost, and the scale clan was the worst, and even their boss Yu Xiangtian was killed.

A few days later, in a barren wilderness, a spatial crack suddenly came out, three crisp birdsongs sounded in the crack, the blue light flashed, and a treasure chariot driven by three Qingluan flew out of the crack, and the spatial crack slowly closed behind him.

"These guys are really torn pants and legs, and they don't want any face!"

Murong Xian Xian's face on the treasure chariot was gloomy, and the three Mahayana monks of the Yu clan chased too closely, often just getting rid of a day or a half, and these guys caught up with the secret method. She had fought along the way, though she was able to besiege them with a sword array. But the strength and magic weapons of these three people are too strong, the sword formation alone cannot kill them, and if the stalemate continues, it will not be beneficial to Murong Xianxian, and now they can only find a way to get rid of them.

"If only we could walk through the spatial rift for a long time. Snow Cloud Falcon said with some regret.

Spatial cracks are meant to be terrifying. If it was Murong Xianxian herself, she could continuously tear the space to get rid of the pursuit of the Fallen Feather Monk. But with so many people in it, especially Snow Cloud Falcon and others, it was impossible for her to hide them in the crystal world. And the spiritual power shocks emitted by Qingluan and Bao Yuan when they flew were particularly dangerous for the space that was already extremely unstable, and once it drove the spatial turbulence, even Murong Xianxian was in danger.

"Hmph, I'm going to teach them an unforgettable lesson here!" Murong Xianxian clenched her fists, she hated this feeling of powerlessness. R1152