The battle circle immediately burst out with a rough curse: "Another group of fools who are in the way, he/damn it!"

"Don't the, chase after him, let him escape, we don't want to live!"

"Automatically send it to the door, don't blame the old man/son for killing the ring!"

Then, Jinhuang saw more than a dozen black whirlwinds blowing in the forest in an instant, sweeping towards the direction in which the green and demons disappeared. And the remaining few demon cultivators quickly reflexed and jumped out from behind the dense forest, their black robes fluttering. Under the wide hem of the robe, the black demonic aura was rich and swirling, and with various magic weapons in hand, he rushed towards them at great speed.

Jin Huang could clearly feel the turbulent waves of aura and murderous aura intertwined with the aura on their bodies.

She quickly sacrificed the fire spur, only to hear Lu Heng and Feng Yang in her ears throw out a sentence at the same time: "Be careful to fight, others are coming!" and successively confronted the attacking demon cultivators.

Fortunately, most of the demon cultivators went to intercept them, and there were only four people left, and their strength was around the middle stage of foundation building.

With the lessons of the few people who rushed forward to send them to death, the remaining monks did not dare to take it lightly, and four or five people fought against a demon cultivator at the same time.

Jinhuang's group is stronger.

Feng Yang had the idea of "showing himself and competing with Lu Heng" in front of her, and he worked hard to pinch and attack, but it was easy for Jinhuang. After he stabbed the sword into Demon Xiu's heart, Demon Xiu also took his last breath.

The three of them turned around and looked at the battle situation around them, the righteous path obviously had the upper hand, and it was estimated that in a few moments, the rest of the demon cultivators would have the same ending. So, without hesitation, they drove the magic weapon and chased west again.

By the time they caught up with the Demon Cultivator, someone had already fought with the Demon Cultivator one step ahead of them.

Both sides are going through a fierce battle. All the trees and shrubs within a radius of miles around were destroyed, and the trunks of the giant trees that hugged the thickness of the trees were directly twisted into dust, like a mist in the sky. 100 meters away, you can't see the scene inside.

A powerful aura spread from the center of the melee to all sides, mixed with the friction sound of "crackling", the muffled thunder after the lightning, the "boom, boom", and the howling of the wind.

The power competition in the late stage of Jindan forced the three of Jinhuang to abandon the flying magic weapon.

Feng Yang flipped his hand and spread out his palm, and a crystal clear white chess piece flew out of his palm, turning into a huge white net in mid-air, gathering in front of the three of them, and blocking the fierce wind that was coming directly outside.

After a few moments, a loud bang erupted in the center of the storm, and finally, everything "stopped".

The dust in the sky rose and fell like snowflakes in an extremely slow manner, with the ripples stirred up by the aftermath.

Through the misty sight, the three of them finally saw that it was none other than the team of Qin Zhenren who had parted ways with Jinhuang and them before, and then tracked them all the way west.

After the battle, the battlefield was in shambles, the soil was surging, the plants and trees were destroyed, and the remaining spiritual power fluctuations caused shallow ripples. Like a lake blown by a light breeze, it spreads out in circles.

On the ground, several bloody bodies lay down. There are demon cultivators in black brocade robes, a total of nine people, and there are also disciples dressed in the robes of various factions, a total of seven people. All of them were motionless, on their backs, or on their stomachs, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Feng Yang's wrist flipped, and the huge net formed by the white chess pieces was retracted, and Jinhuang's gaze fell unhindered, and was protected by Qin Zhenren with a strong ** array barrier on Jiang Xinyue's body behind him.

The ground is full of immortal disciples who don't know their life and death, and on the other side are the female disciples of the Canglang Sect who are protected by the real people of the other faction, who only look embarrassed but intact, no matter how you look at it, you feel inexplicable and weird.

However, it was not surprising that this scene fell in the eyes of Jinhuang.

Qin Zhenren, who was standing with his back to the three of them, seemed to sense the breath of others, threw down the Jindan Stage Demon Cultivator who was already dead in his hand, turned around suddenly, and his sharp Yin Owl gaze accurately locked the three of Jinhuang from a distance of dozens of zhang, and most of his face, which was splashed with blood, looked indescribably hideous and fierce.

Jin Huang clearly felt that the two bodies on his side tightened suddenly, and his whole body exuded a slow vigilance and killing intent.

Between the lightning and flint, she instantly comprehended Qin Zhenren's intentions, and immediately opened her mouth, as if shouting behind her: "Fellow Daoists, the Demon Dao Demon is ahead!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Qin Zhenren's face immediately changed, and his eyes quickly crossed with dark hatred and unwillingness, and finally returned to his usual amiable appearance in an instant.

He threw his robe back at will, and the barrier in front of Jiang Xinyue was withdrawn. At the same time, the blood stains and dirt on the face and body, and even the messy hair were restored in an instant.

He is also a sanctimonious and respected elder of Jindan Mendanfu.

Even so, but the hideous appearance of that turn, no matter how kind and generous he smiled at the moment, he couldn't erase it from the minds of the three of them.

"Brother Lu......!" A cry with grievances broke the strange and short silence.

The two people on Jinhuang's side woke up from their daze suddenly, looking for prestige, and they got up from the ground, looking a little frightened, with tears on their faces, and Jiang Xinyue, who looked embarrassed but not very moving.

The three of them immediately swept over. He arched his hand towards Qin Zhenren and made a salute.

Jiang Xinyue swayed and stood up straight, her eyes looked around at the tragic battlefield, the messy ground, the body that was crooked and had no bones left, the deep fear crossed her watery eyes, and her thin and weak body swayed, as if the banana leaves were blown by the wind, and they would be planted at any time.

And no wonder she is. Since she went up to Canglang Mountain, she has gone down the mountain very few times, and after that incident, she has "stayed at home". Where has she ever seen any big scenes, let alone this kind of battle between the righteous and the devil where either you die or I die.

It can be said that this battle completely subverted her cognition. Jiang Xinyue only now realized that the battle was so cruel.

When they came out as a team, there were a total of nine people, however, at this moment, only she and Qin Zhenren were left! Everyone else died! It was only in a moment!

Thinking back to everything that had happened just now, Jiang Xinyue could still feel the terrifying power that was enough to tear her to shreds easily.

It's horrible!

Her whole body trembled unconsciously, and her face still had palpitations that had not yet come to her senses.

However, Jiang Xinyue is Jiang Xinyue after all.

Even though the fear and fear in her heart almost swallowed her up, she could still give birth to a vigorous ambition from her fear. (To be continued.) )