The yellow sand is gone.

Nothing was left but stumps and severed arms all over the ground.

Tang Ming put his breath on his shoulder, but Han Daxiong, who was still unconscious, and swept towards the Psychic Valley.

As for the Yin Spirit Spirit Soul nearby, Tang Ming couldn't take care of it anymore at this moment.

At this moment, Tang Ming's heart was full of doubts.

According to the reason, the Qiankun under this Yunmiao Immortal Island can only be understood by himself who gets the jade slip.

But along the way, Tang Ming found that it seemed that the people in the sect knew no less about this place than himself, and many of them also rushed in the northwest direction as soon as they entered the desert world.

It is impossible for Xiao Beili to tell the content of the jade slip, this is tantamount to digging his own grave, Xiao Beili has endured it for thirty years, and even the person he loves the most has been put in, so Tang Ming feels that it will not be Xiao Bieli.

But in this case, how can we explain the familiarity of these sect disciples with this place?

Tang Ming thought as he approached the Psychic Valley.

......

In the northwest of the desert world, there is a valley called Psychic.

The surrounding abrupt mountains were completely iron-blue, and there was no grass on them, but strangely, in such a barren place, the aura in the valley was thick and a little terrifying.

At this moment, at the only exit of the Tongling Valley, a man with a wooden face sat cross-legged at the mouth of the valley, and in front of him, a long knife filled with blood mist stood upright.

Along the way, not only Han Daxiong has experienced the front line of life and death, but even Feng Haobei has been bloody all the way to get here.

What is different from Han Daxiong is that any sect disciple who stops on the way to Feng Haobei will die if he dares to block the way!

Killing all the way, the heads of the sect disciples cut off by the blood-drinking knife were better than Tang Ming's.

The aura in the valley converges into Yunyun mist, and Feng Yubei incorporates it into the body like a long whale absorbing water, and then it will merge with the blood qi in the blood-drinking knife, enter the acupoints around the body, and then be condensed by the medicinal power of Ziyun Dan, and then fed back to the eight veins of the Qi Jing.

At this moment, Feng Haobei, with the help of the aura in the valley and the bloody qi contained in his own blood-drinking knife, coupled with the medicinal power of Ziyun Pill, formed a cycle.

In the distance, a few spiritual lights flashed away, and then fell not far from the north of Fenghao, splashing the yellow sand in the sky.

"Which sect of master are you, why are you blocking me from entering the valley?"

The leading man stepped forward, first carefully observed the blood-drinking knife, and then cautiously asked Feng Yubei.

However, to the disciple's embarrassment, the guy in front of him was like a wooden stake, and he did not respond at all to his inquiry.

"Senior brother, I've seen him, he seems to be the only academy disciple who has entered the Immortal Island, and he seems to be from some Tongtian Pavilion. ”

Behind the man, a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy jumped out, pointed at Feng Xiaobei and said to his senior brother with some disdain.

"Oh, a disciple of the Academy?"

The corners of Yu Xin's mouth pulled out a sneer of disdain, just a disciple of the academy, and he dared to pretend to be a ghost here?

"When you see my sect senior brother here, why don't you bow down and wait?!"

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked disciple took a step forward suddenly, and the spirit sword came out of the sheath and pointed directly at Feng Haobei, in his opinion, a disciple of an academy is just a disciple, can he still turn the sky in front of the disciples of their sect?

But he didn't want to, the moment his long sword was unsheathed, a dazzling blood burst out from the long knife in front of the disciple of that academy.

Before he could understand what was going on, he felt that the scene in front of him was rapidly regressing.

Immediately, I saw a headless corpse standing below, which looked familiar, and then darkness struck, and everything was nothing.

All the disciples of the sect looked at the fellow disciple who had already moved his head in horror, they would never have dreamed that a disciple of the academy would dare to kill someone in the sect.

And looking at this guy in front of him, it was clear that his cultivation was only in the middle of the innate stage, but the strength he had just shown made them, the cultivators of the late stage of the innate stage, feel a little creepy.

"What a bold man, he dared to kill my disciple of the True Yang Immortal Sect!"

After Yu Xin was slightly surprised, he walked to Feng Beibei's side angrily, although his tone was sharp, but he vaguely bypassed the blood-drinking knife on the ground that had not moved at all.

Feng Haobei still looks like an old monk, from killing the disciples of the sect to now Yuxin's questioning, he has never opened his eyes to look at these self-righteous guys.

Looking at Feng Haobei in front of him, Yu Xin felt a wave of anger slowly rising from the lower abdomen dantian.

The spirit sword was slowly sacrificed, and the juniors and disciples behind him also stood in different positions, and a sword qi that seemed to be absent crossed between them.

"When I see the sword, it will be the time of your death!"

Feng Xiaobei still didn't open his eyes, but the indifferent tone slowly came out of his mouth.

Yu Xin couldn't help but take two steps back, and the spirit sword in his hand, which was already five inches away from the sheath, also quietly retracted a section.

The disciples in the back suddenly remembered that the junior disciple was decapitated, wasn't it because he drew his sword in front of the disciples of this academy?

Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously lowered the spirit sword in their hands by three points.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed, I want to see how you, a mid-innate cultivator, let us die here!"

Yu Xin tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and then after taking a deep breath, he suddenly unsheathed his long sword, and a bright sword struck towards the north of the valley mouth.

Among the disciples who were behind Yu Xin, some of them hesitated and took a small step back, while some saw the senior brother draw his sword, and immediately shook his sword and surrounded Feng Haobei.

At the moment when Yuxin's sword swept over, the blood-drinking knife, which was originally full of blood, trembled without warning.

Feng Haobei finally opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes flashed.

Just a little bit, if he was given another quarter of an hour, using the aura in this valley, he would completely break through the entrance on his right arm.

But the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, these guys insisted on breaking into the valley, interrupting Feng Haobei's cultivation, and Feng Xiaobei's mood at this moment can be imagined!

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

The blood-drinking knife turned into a streamer, instantly shattering the oncoming sword, and then reflexively fell into Feng Haobei's hands.

With a knife, the color of the wood on Feng Xiaobei's face faded, and was replaced by a domineering and awe-inspiring awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Without waiting for Yu Xin to bully him, Feng Haobei raised his knife and went up, and lifted it from the bottom to the top, cutting the yellow sand canopy that was originally rolled up by the sword qi from the middle like tofu.

Between the lightning and flint, one after another heads rose to the sky, but no one who had just drawn his sword and saw the blade could escape the blood-drinking knife in Feng Haobei's hand.

When you see the blade, it's time to die!

At this moment, the disciples of the True Yang Immortal Sect who were completely shocked by the Blood Drinking Knife realized that this guy was not speaking wildly just now.

After only a moment's effort, Feng Xiaobei put away the knife and turned around, and continued to sit cross-legged at the mouth of the valley, and the blood-drinking knife was erected at his side.

In front of Feng Haobei, there were three disciples of the True Yang Immortal Sect standing uneasy, they were the only three who did not draw their swords just now.

That is, the trace of hesitation that flashed in my heart just now completely saved the lives of these three people.

Seeing that Feng Haobei closed his eyes again, the three sect disciples who didn't dare to breathe cautiously withdrew from the range of the Psychic Valley.

And on a road not far from the Tongling Valley, Lu Junfeng, who was covered in blood, dragged his seriously injured body and rushed towards the valley with all his might.

Behind him, more than a dozen innate peak sect disciples followed, and they rushed up with murderous energy.

"Despicable villain, how is the sect's behavior like this, how is it different from a thief?!"

Lu Junfeng looked at the approaching streamer behind him, and shouted and scolded as he retreated towards the valley.

"Hmph, since ancient times, the spirit treasure immortal things, naturally those who are destined to get it, even if you don't have a chance, you still don't hand over the netherworld spirit, how long will you stay?"

Behind Lu Junfeng, the disciple of the sect who thought that the white-clothed Shengxue was shaking the folding fan said lightly.

Looking at his expression and body, it's not that he can't catch Lu Junfeng, but he doesn't disdain to make a move.

"I discovered the Nether Spirit first, and I got it after I killed the lizard, so why should I give it to you?"

Although Lu Junfeng's injuries were serious at the moment, he could still hold on, but that guy was talking nonsense with his eyes open, which made Lu Junfeng a little angry.

"Hehe, because I have a relationship with that ghostly spirit, because I am a disciple of the sect, because I am a disciple of the sect, because my cultivation is higher than you, understand?"

The corner of the man's mouth showed a mocking sneer, the disciples of this academy, do you really think that the people in this world are moral saints with great righteousness?

"Shameless!"

Lu Junfeng scolded angrily, but for those sect Tianjiao who were accustomed to taking away from the disciples of the academy, his two words of scolding were not harmful at all.

"Hehe, scold, the more fierce you scold now, the more pleasant my sect will kill when I break through Tongtian Pavilion in the future!"

Although the white-robed man gave people a sense of an elegant and carefree fairy, the words he said were bloody and murderous.

Lu Junfeng stopped talking, he knew that for these robbers, the reason did not make sense, and he was now beginning to accept the kind of decisiveness that Tang Ming had done before.

If he hadn't relented for a moment when he got the Nether Spirit and let go of a disciple of the Purple Qi Sect, he wouldn't be so embarrassed now.

Urging the little spiritual energy left in the acupuncture points in his body, he immediately swept towards the direction of the Psychic Valley.

He knew that as long as he could persist in the Psychic Valley, he might still have a chance of life.

Although he is pedantic, if he wants him to hand over the Nether Spirit so aggrievedly in exchange for a glimmer of life, Lu Junfeng would rather die.

In the distance, the iron-blue mountains had already appeared in the field of vision, and Lu Junfeng's spirit was lifted.

"Senior brother, why don't you just kill him, isn't he just a disciple of the academy!"

Behind the white-robed man, a junior disciple of the Purple Qi Sect stepped forward, looked at the breezy senior brother with some puzzlement and asked.

"Hehe, killing him is just a matter of raising your hand, but have you thought about it, since the people of Tongtian Pavilion can come here, it means that they are very familiar with this place, as long as we catch them all, it can be like ...... twelve years ago"

When he said this, the white-robed man consciously said a little too much, after all, although the teacher is from the same family, there are also differences between relatives and relatives, and there are some things that these inner disciples are not qualified to know.

"Okay, don't ask more questions that shouldn't be, just keep an eye on this guy in front of you!"

The white-robed man frowned slightly, and then shouted in a deep voice at this mouthy junior brother.

The disciple behind him saw that the senior brother's face changed, and then he didn't dare to ask anything more, his body moved, and he followed Lu Junfeng in the distance not far away.