In less than a quarter of an hour, the elites of the five major sects had entered the rift one after another, leaving a small group of receiving disciples outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After the five giants entered, the sects in the outer circle suddenly swarmed in, and the famous sword Tianmen and Wansheng sects, which were in the first-class sects, barely shocked the second- and third-rate sects behind, and they also followed.

As soon as the two first-class sects left, the scene was completely chaotic, and before they entered the rift, they were already fighting for the entrance. The contradictions intensified, and later, even a few small forces did not even see the true face of the entrance to the rift, and their entire army was wiped out.

Wen Yiming looked at these human natures in their original form, sighed slightly, and followed the Twin Cities Sect into the rift.

The crack was really a little deep, Wen Yiming's five fingers and his feet went all the way down with the help of the unevenness of the crack in the stone wall, and he couldn't see the ground below for a quarter of an hour. Wen Yiming's speed became faster and faster, and he gradually surpassed the people of the Twin Cities Sect.

The fissure was large enough, like a steep canyon with a gap, and all around it were full of martial cultivators attached to the stone wall and sliding down, all of which were carefully descending. With such a steep rift, even if there is enough force on the rift, no one can talk to each other, let alone intrigue with each other.

For a while, the crack was filled with the sound of Suosuo's wall descending.

For another quarter of an hour, a faint mist of light emanated from below. Some people estimate that the forces that arrived first lit the torches.

At this time, Wen Yiming heard a faint scream echo from below, and if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Could it be that we are about to go underground, and the battle has already begun below? Wen Yiming thought to himself.

As it continued to fall, a scream would be heard every once in a while, but the echo had gradually become clear, and even many Wu Xiu who were not hearing sensitive had noticed it.

However, everyone's thoughts were the same as Wen Yiming's, thinking that a treasure might have been discovered below, and they couldn't help but speed up a little.

Wen Yiming no longer thought so at this time, and based on the vague light mist below that was becoming more and more obvious, he estimated that the echo that came just now was not from the ground at all. At least ten minutes below the surface.

In less than two minutes, the echo of the screams every few moments was still in his ears, and the light mist below also confirmed Wen Yiming's estimation that he would have to descend for at least another kilometer.

"Ah~~~!"

Another wail was heard through the crack, and at this time, dozens of people had already discovered that the scream just now was coming from a martial artist who was descending rapidly. And in the next second, that martial cultivator was cut in two by an invisible attack, and fell down with a puff of blood mist.

At this moment, the martial cultivators who knew about it all stopped invariably. He turned his head like a ghost and looked around, his eyes full of fear.

Wen Yiming clasped the crack in the stone wall with one hand, and quietly sacrificed the long stick, and then the concentration aura instantly covered a radius of fifteen meters. While perceiving it carefully, he paid attention to the Twin Cities Sect with a trace of spiritual power.

In almost two minutes, Wen Yiming was already highly vigilant. As soon as he realized that something was wrong, Wen Yiming noticed the interval between the screams, which was exactly one hundred and twenty --- two minutes!

At this time, there was a sudden violent fluctuation behind the left side of the concentration aura, but according to the direction of this fluctuation, Wen Yiming knew that the target of the invisible attack was not himself.

As soon as the fluctuation started, the next moment, the two martial cultivators who were walking side by side were already in different places, and blood was splashed.

'Shhh This time, most of the martial cultivators of the same height discovered this strange scene, and they all gasped. This attack is silent and so fast that it is impossible to react. At this moment, a strange aura began to spread in the depths of the rift.

Wen Yiming saw that the people of the Shuangcheng Sect were still declining, and shouted helplessly: "Everyone is all scattered, don't get too close to each other." After a pause, he continued: "The kind of attack just now will be released invisibly every one hundred and twenty times, and once it is over, it will drop as soon as possible during this interval. As for whether the attacks below will be too intensive, the Sprinkle family is not very clear. But now it's safe to go underground. ”

As soon as everyone heard this hoarse voice, the people who had seen Wen Yiming already knew who this person was, and hurriedly said: "Senior monk, can you resist that invisible attack if you stay here?" ”

Wen Yiming didn't want to pay attention to these people, but the Twin Cities Sect was here, so he had to do this. So he took the opportunity to start his only fake backer who could pretend to be forced, and said: "The Sprinkle family has the unique skill of Buddhism 'Tianyinbo', and can perceive the direction of its attack. ”

"Let's remember, with the Sprinkle family as a reference, the left hand direction of the Sprinkle family is called the nine o'clock direction, the rear is the six o'clock direction, and the right hand side is the three o'clock direction. Referred to as three, six, and nine, from three to six you divide each of the four and five points, and the rest follow this method. Everyone marked their position at which o'clock in the house. ”

Wen Yiming was distracted and used for two purposes, explaining at a very fast speed while accurately calculating the time. At the same time, the martial arts cultivators who had originally gathered together also dispersed during this period, Wen Yiming continued: "When the time comes, you need to be quiet, listen to the password of the Sprinkler family, the speed of this attack is extremely fast, the Sprinkler family can only report the number, whether you can resist it depends on everyone's means." ”

Everyone in the Shuangcheng faction had a good impression of Wen Yiming, and there were even many admirers, and they all said loudly one after another: "Senior monk, we listen to you." ”

Everyone also knew that with the help of the Buddhist monk's unique stunt Tianyinbo, at least this unknown danger could be minimized, and they all said loudly: "Everyone listens to the command of the monk!" ”

Wen Yiming had slowly moved to the crowd of the Twin Cities Sect during this time, and approached Shu Yilan and Deng Aowei. It is estimated that the time is about to reach one hundred and twenty numbers, and Qi poured Dantian and said: "Everyone be on guard, there are still three breaths!" ”

Like a gecko attached to the wall, after hearing Wen Yiming's reminder, all of them sacrificed their blades to be highly concentrated, and the vigilance in their eyes was as focused as a gambler watching pai gow.

At this moment, with the help of cultivating to a great and improving his spiritual power, Wen Yiming instantly released his concentration aura with all his strength, covering a range of nearly fifty meters at once, which was already his limit. At this moment, he infinitely sighed that Wuxiang Qiluo nourished his spiritual power at any time during this time, which greatly condensed his spiritual power.

Two breaths...

One breath...

As soon as the aura fluctuation was perceived, Wen Yiming blurted out: "Three o'clock! ”

Several martial cultivators on Wen Yiming's left hand side instantly tensed their bodies, and one of them finally felt a trace of cool air blowing on his chest in advance under Wen Yiming's reminder. Hurriedly put the steel whip in his hand on his chest to protect it from dripping.

'Whoa! ’

The martial cultivator's steel whip was directly shaken away, and even his body was shocked into the stone wall with a muffled 'bang'. A mouthful of blood spit out, and the frightened look of the martial cultivator flashed, followed by the fear of the rest of his life, regardless of the blood stains on his mouth, Chaowen Yiming said loudly: "The name of the scattered cultivator, thank you for the grace of the monk to save his life!" ”

Wen Yiming waved the long stick in his hand and said, "The speed has dropped, and we still have one hundred and nine counts." Fast! ”

While descending at high speed, everyone admired Wen Yiming's stunt 'Tianyinbo'. At the same time, I was sincerely grateful to the blind monk for the first time, although that kind of attack was only a one-way attack every time, but who could guarantee that he would not be next. And this blind monk did not only care about himself getting out of danger first, but advanced and retreated with everyone; This alone is enough to be respectable. At this moment, everyone's image of Buddhism changed.

The people in Buddhism are not heinous, but only highly cultivated and fierce. If you don't provoke, it's still easy to get along with. At least everyone thinks that people in Buddhism do have a heart for goodness.

As the depth continued to decrease, the invisible attacks began to increase, and two or three attacks would be unleashed every two minutes, and the lethality also increased a lot. The martial cultivators who have fallen a lot during this period of time, if they don't have Wen Yiming's concentration aura to perceive in advance, the casualties will increase by at least two times. Even the disciples of the Twin Cities Sect lost three and seriously injured five.

At the same time, Wen Yiming also discovered that this invisible attack was a Gangfeng with a hint of murderous intent deep underground, no wonder it was so difficult to resist.

Even Hao Tianxiao was almost killed by two consecutive murderous intent winds, if it weren't for Wen Yiming helping him resist a murderous intent wind, not only Hao Tianxiao would have hated it, but even Shu Yilan next to him would have been split to the ground and could not escape his fate.

However, the five major sects and several first-class forces below frowned. When they came down, they didn't lose a lot of soldiers, but relying on their cultivation that was much higher than that of ordinary martial arts cultivators, they were able to land safely with their fellow disciples.

The next batch of martial cultivators were not so lucky. Watching the corpses that fell from time to time fall into flesh, and sometimes a rain of blood sprinkled down, some people gloated and showed a hint of joy. For them, the less people enter the ruins, the better for them.

However, later, according to the fallen corpses, everyone knew that that the small number of casualties was comparable to the achievements of the five major sects. Everyone couldn't help but secretly speculate, what is the reason? Could it be that the killing intent has weakened?

"There are masters in this group of people! Hum! Fei Jiuyang of the Youyue Dynasty looked up and said lightly.

"Hmm... One person can protect a large number of martial cultivators, what kind of cultivation is this? Could it be a martial artist? Or more than one good player. A touch of coldness hung in the corners of Qingyun Castle's Qin Li's eyes.

"It seems that there are a lot of fierce opponents this time, interesting!" Everyone knows that Xiao Qingfeng of Pear Blossom Valley is thinking about it, but no one can say it.

Qiqingfang and Moxiang Shuxuan did not express their opinions, but judging from Di Tianyu's slightly frowning brows and the sneer on the corner of Le Qianwen's mouth, they all had deep scruples about this batch of people.