Woohoo......

After the earth-shattering buzzing uproar, all over the Purple Sun Sect, figures suddenly rose into the air, shooting towards the North Mountain like arrows. The dense figures almost covered the air for a while, swarming away like locusts.

However, in this process, some figures in the Purple Yang Sect just watched quietly, showing pity on their faces.

"Colorful Saint Realm, I didn't expect that there would be such a creation this time, but it's a pity that ......" Senior Sister Qinglian whispered to herself.

The Colorful Saint Realm can only allow martial artists under the Yuan Fetus Realm to enter, so this creation is only dry and staring for those of them who have already reached the Yuan Fetal Realm, and it is difficult for them to participate at all.

"The Colorful Holy Realm, no killing is taboo, after coming out, the sect will not be held accountable, life and death, creation, each by means. Outside the North Mountain, a grim-looking young man muttered to himself. And this person is Song Nanfei.

The fierce gaze swept in the direction where Fang Chen was, a cruel color flashed on Song Nanfei's face, he clenched his fist, and a voice that only he could hear slowly spread from his mouth: "I thought I would only be able to avoid that guy in the future, but I didn't expect that there would be such an opportunity this time." And if you get one or two of them, you should be of infinite use!"

"Fang Chen!" Not far from Song Nanfei's side, Song Donglai, who had a sluggish face, roared coldly, and the strange cold aura on his body was even stronger. A pair of scarlet eyes flashed in the direction of the black gas on the north mountain, and his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and the whole person swept away as quickly as a meteor catching the moon.

This is his last chance!

Wrapped in soft strength, Fang Chen didn't need to move, and he kept drifting towards the ancient ship.

Looking at the people who swept over from outside the North Mountain, and Luo Qingyan who was not far away and his eyes fell straight on him, he nodded, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Whether it's for myself, or for my mother, the Fang family, or the Ziyang Sect, I have to do my best!" Fang Chen no longer suppressed the softness on his body, and his body suddenly went straight to the black ancient ship.

Luo Qingyan's eyes showed expectation, and she looked at Fang Chen's figure from afar, disappearing into the ancient ship.

At the same time, the locust-like figure had also appeared in the air on the North Mountain at this time, and swept towards the peak where the ancient ship was located.

However, there are still more people on the earth who choose to wait and see. After all, the Colorful Holy Sect is just a small world, and there can't be too many people who can enter at one time, and now that there are so many people, it is impossible for all of them to enter, and some of them must be eliminated. It's just, how to eliminate it?

"A bunch of fools, do you think you can step on the ancient ship and enter the Colorful Saint Realm if you grab it quickly?" In the distance, Song Nanfei looked at the figures in mid-air, with a mocking look on his face.

At the moment when his words fell, when many people had just stepped on the peak of the mountain where the ancient ship was, a black wind suddenly swept out of the huge crack that seemed to run through the entire North Mountain.

The wind was terrifying, filled with a violent aura, and it swept the sky and the earth in an instant, like a pair of invisible hands blowing through the air.

Bang bang bang...... Suddenly, in mid-air, you can clearly see that many people who have just stepped into the north mountain, the figure of the peak where the ancient ship is located suddenly trembled, and the whole person is like a willow in the wind, as if it is about to be blown away. Some people insisted, but more than that, they were thrown away directly in this black wind at this moment, and completely disappeared on the North Mountain.

"This is the time!" The black wind swept the heavens and the earth, and on the ground, the last group of people who were still watching at this time showed their eyes and moved, facing the black wind, and swept towards the north mountain.

"Under the strength of the Hua Dan Realm, it is difficult to hold on to this wind. And this black wind power is different for everyone, not only testing the martial artist's own cultivation strength, but also testing his potential. ”

Outside the North Mountain, there were inner disciples who glanced at each other and whispered to themselves.

The black wind was raging, some people gritted their teeth and walked against the violent Gangfeng, and more people were thrown away in the Gangfeng, and even some people who were hard-supported even spurted blood and retreated.

Of course, all of this is not important to Fang Chen, who is already in the ancient ship now. At this time, he was sitting quietly in a place among the ancient ships.

"It is worthy of being a treasure refined by a strong man in the Nirvana Realm, it seems to be only three or four zhang in size, and it contains a piece of heaven and earth. His gaze swept over the black pressure, and he could barely see the surroundings at the end of the edge, Fang Chen whispered to himself. The place where he was was was only one of the cabins of the ancient ship, and there were three more cabins like this on this ancient ship.

Looking out of the cabin, in the direction where Beishan was, the black mist and the wind that now swept the sky and earth obscured most of Fang Chen's vision, but he could still see that there were figures constantly surging towards here. Among these people, Fang Chen saw one or two familiar figures.

"Aren't you still giving up?" Fang Chen said to himself lightly.

In their sight, Song Donglai and Song Nanfei each stared at Gangfeng and walked forward. Song Nanfei's cultivation in the later stage of the Dan Realm was enough for him to resist the might of the wind and walk towards the ancient ship step by step. As for Song Donglai, who was still cultivating only in the forging realm, he gritted his teeth and insisted on it in the flickering light around him, and he was not blown away by the black wind.

"The Colorful Sacred Realm does not taboo killing. The voice of the words came faintly from Fang Chen's mouth, and in the same way, the corners of Fang Chen's mouth pouted with a slightly mocking smile.

Song Donglai and Song Nanfei wanted to take advantage of this last opportunity to snipe him to death, and he didn't want to kill these two people. Although with Fang Chen's current status, even if he killed the two of them in the Purple Sun Sect, nothing would happen. But since you can do it in the Colorful Sacred Realm, why not do it?

Boom!

At this moment, the ancient ship, which had been stagnant, suddenly trembled, emitting a roaring sound that shook the sky, and at this time, the black fog around it became more dense, and the violent wind swept out of the black fog became even more rapid in an instant.

"Oh no, this ancient ship is about to start!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Looking at this scene, some of the people who were originally gritting their teeth in the black wind suddenly changed their complexions, and many of them were in pain, and a gorgeous treasure light suddenly rose around their bodies, and they hurried towards the ancient ship.

They knew that if it was any slower, this ancient ship would have to sail, and as for that time, this trip to the Colorful Saint Realm would have nothing to do with them anymore.

"Explode for me! Explode explode!" Song Donglai, who had originally persevered in the black wind, and was able to move forward slowly step by step with the help of several powerful spiritual weapons, was already crazy at this time, and began to detonate the spiritual weapons around him one by one, and then used the huge shock wave generated when the spiritual weapon detonated to disperse the black wind in front of him, and took advantage of this short opportunity to move forward in an instant, and moved closer to the ancient ship.