The heat shrouded the wasteland, and the tens of thousands of people who were lucky enough to survive did not dare to move, and the fear attracted the attention of the winged spirit, and the top of the mountain was covered with a thick layer of black and red color by the blood of countless people.

Shangguan Li calmly looked at everything in front of her, always feeling that things would not be so simple, since the Central Plains was determined to destroy the spirit, there must be something wrong.

Just as she thought, after the Winged Spirit stopped slaughtering wildly, the Holy Venerable appeared on the scene.

He is the absolute master of the land of China!

The Saint Venerable who was slowly walking towards the Winged Spirit in front of him was not the appearance of a strong, mighty and domineering emperor, he was very ordinary, very ordinary, a lonely figure, a kind face, and the most conspicuous thing was the pale hair.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe, his breath was restrained, and his body was spotless, which made people feel a sense of holiness and intimacy when they saw him.

Saint Venerable walked all the way, seeing the tragic situation around him, there was no wave in his heart, feeling the breath on the body of the Wing Spirit, he couldn't help frowning, as if he felt that the tens of thousands of people who died were far from enough?

When he reached a distance of ten zhang from the Winged Spirit, the Saint Venerable finally stopped, a look of compassion rose on his face, and shouted hoarsely at the Winged Spirit: "Evil Spirit!

The shouts rolled, like muffled thunder and shook the sky, and spread far and wide, and tens of thousands of people focused their eyes on him, and only then did they feel safe, and shouted in ecstasy: "Holy Venerable, Holy Venerable......

Seeing the reactions of the people around him, the Holy Venerable gradually settled down, and then said: "I don't want you to have reached such a situation, but it's a pity that you have lost these tens of thousands of heroic souls!"

At this time, the people around him, where are the factional forces, no matter who they are, regard the Holy Venerable as their spiritual sustenance, and only hope that he can eradicate this terrifying demon.

Seeing that the purpose had been achieved, the Holy Venerable's white clothes fluttered, windless, his white hair danced wildly, and a strong cultivation body appeared, forming a transparent light mask of tens of zhang in size, isolating him and the Wing Spirit from the outside world.

After doing all this, the Holy Venerable looked at the breath of the Wing Spirit again, was silent for a moment, and wondered: "Absorbing the spiritual power of tens of thousands of people, but I haven't seen your cultivation improve a few points, can you tell me why?"

Yi Ling smiled "haha", his two eyes as big as lanterns were clear and clear, and he asked instead of answering: "So, this is your plan?"

Now that the light shield was shrouded, the Holy Venerable simply no longer concealed it, and in the face of this terrible question, he actually nodded calmly.

As if hearing a big joke, the winged spirit bird's mouth opened wide, but he couldn't laugh at all: "No wonder you retreated after injuring me that day, it turned out that you were trying to trap me on the top of the mountain, so that these ants could come up and send me to death, what a wonderful calculation!"

The Holy Venerable nodded again, and a smile appeared on the old face: "Cultivators, who doesn't want to pursue a higher realm, you look at me like this, how can there be any hope of a breakthrough, and it is understandable to use such a means!"

The winged spirit stared at the eyes of the Holy Venerable, and when the Holy Venerable spoke, there was no wave of emotion, so open-minded, how could he be proud of the world!

On the Wanren Mountain, where the heat wave was blowing, accompanied by the words of the Holy Venerable, it made the heart of the Wing Spirit breed an infinite chill.

The human heart is really terrible!

The Wing Spirit had long since lost the calm he had just now, and in his eyes, he also had a great fear of the Holy Venerable, compared to the tens of thousands of people it had slaughtered with his own hands, the old man in front of him was ten thousand times more terrifying.

Seeing Wing Ling's appearance, the Holy Venerable was a little carried away, and couldn't help but say to Wing Ling again: "Actually, there is another intention to let people from all over the world come to destroy the spirits, and that is to weaken their strength!

"Assert ......"

Everything was coherent, Yi Ling was remorseful, his huge body trembled, and the entire Ten Thousand Mountains shook with it, it looked at each other angrily, screamed and laughed, and said: "I only hate me for your plan, and add endless killing for nothing!"

Speaking of this, the wing spirit was victorious, and made a look of seeing death as home, and said no more.

It's just that in the rest of its gaze, the figure of a small stream suddenly appeared.

......

Since the Holy Venerable raised the light shield and isolated himself from the Wing Spirit, the outside world could only see their expressions and movements, but they could no longer hear what they said.

Everyone looks like they are living for the rest of their lives, glad that God has blessed them, they are glad that the Holy Venerable has appeared, and they are glad that their lives should not be extinguished.

Many more are immersed in grief, after all, among the tens of thousands of people who died, there were also people they knew or were close to.

Fate is impermanent, creation makes people, just like Cheng Xiaoxi originally thought, why practice?

Just to get stronger!

Everything here is just a conspiracy of the Holy Venerable, and now that the dust has settled, there is no way to return to the sky, and the two old men secretly follow the more than ten people in southern Xinjiang, just want to escape from this gloomy and terrifying place as soon as possible.

When Cheng Xiaoxi opened his eyes, he had already arrived at the station at the foot of the mountain, and everyone hurriedly packed their bags, leaving many unimportant things here.

Pack light and rush to the Dragon Bridge.

This trip to the north was a complete joke, and families, sects, and major forces from all over Shenzhou suffered heavy losses. Only in southern Xinjiang, because there were few people coming, Zuo Yulin rarely recognized it and hid behind Shangguan Li and others, so he was able to save his life.

After traveling for dozens of miles out of the Ten Thousand Mountains, everyone slowed down the speed of the carriage, and tens of thousands of people fell in front of them, and in an extremely miserable way, everyone's interest was not very high.

Shangguan Li and Yang Yamei, as women, have more obvious sequelae at the moment, open and close their eyes, their minds are full of pictures of limbs flying sideways and blood flowing, on Wanren Mountain, their nerves are tense, they didn't feel it at that time, but now after leaving, every time the second daughter thinks about it, her face can't help but become extremely pale.

Shangguan Li put down the kettle, her stomach turned over for a while, she pursed her lips, shook her head helplessly, looked at Cheng Xiaoxi, and asked softly, "Do you feel better?"

On Wanren Mountain, Cheng Xiaoxi fainted inexplicably, but everyone was startled, and then he was breathing slowly, which made him feel a little relieved.

Cheng Xiaoxi shook his head, saying that he was fine, except for a little swelling pain in his head, he didn't feel any discomfort.

He held his chin with both hands, and his thoughts flew to the Wanren Mountain again, and he didn't know what the situation was there now, and what was the Wing Ling?

Thinking of this, he even had the idea of turning back and taking a look, but he knew that it was not realistic. How powerful the Wing Spirit is, where do you need to worry about it, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and then added a spiritual power set to everyone.

Fortunately, he woke up, otherwise he was afraid that the first one to die of heat would be his good brother.

After doing this, Cheng Xiaoxi finally remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and the conversation between Wan Ling and Yiling resurfaced again, until the moment he fell to the ground.

"Even the old turtle has such courage, so I'll help you!"

Cheng Xiaoxi remembered that although his consciousness was quickly blurred at that time, it was clearly the voice of the wing spirit, and at that moment he checked the spirit yuan on his waist again, and also looked through the clothes on his body, and nothing changed.

The Wing Spirit originated from ancient times, and it has lived for an unknown number of years, so there is no need to lie to yourself, right?

Thinking of this, he adjusted his breathing, felt his body again, and the moment his consciousness penetrated into his body, his whole person was like the full sun in the sky, blooming with dazzling light.

It's spiritual power!

Wing Ling said that he wanted to help him, but it turned out that he had given him countless spiritual powers!

Cheng Xiaoxi was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic, he subconsciously jumped up, because he jumped too high, his head hit the carriage, "bang", a sharp pain hit, and he called out again.

He Fatzi touched his junior brother's forehead, touched his own forehead again, and muttered in his mouth: "Shouldn't it, I was injured by Yiling's brain?"

Shangguan Li was looking at the scenery outside the window from afar, so as to dispel the disgusting thoughts in her heart, but when she suddenly heard a voice, she hurriedly turned her head, and saw Cheng Xiaoxi covering her head and screaming in pain, and suddenly had the same idea as He Fatzi in her heart.

"Come and show me. ”

Cheng Xiaoxi stretched his head over while waving his hand, his eyes were wide open, and he saw Shangguan Li's blown-breakable skin close at hand, snow-white and crystalline, and the fragrant wind was blowing on his face, his heartbeat intensified, his qi and blood rushed up, and he only felt more pain on the top of his head.