"Leave it to me!" The five geniuses were busy fighting and couldn't separate, Yun Cuixian didn't let her eyebrows go, and took the initiative to pick up the burden of the backbone.

"Everyone listen to the order, Five Elements Lingyue Array!"

Unlike the previous way of arranging the formation, this time the monks used their bodies as the base of the formation and firmly supported the defensive wall. None of them had rehearsed, but they had a tacit understanding.

During the formation, two more monks were accidentally poisoned, and their bodies began to itch. One of them immediately killed himself. After a while, hundreds of white bats flew out of his shriveled corpse and continued to do evil.

The other struggled for two breaths, gritted his teeth, and put a fire on himself. Hearing only the sound of "whew", the fire instantly spread all over his body, burning him to ashes. The difference is that not a single white bat flew out.

"Yi Fusheng!" his fellow doorman shouted his name hoarsely.

With such a strong temperament, he would rather be wiped out than cause trouble to others, and everyone present was moved. He died, but no one will forget his name - Yi Fusheng. An ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect Mortal Realm, who had no achievements in his lifetime, was shining brightly at this moment.

Just like in real life, many people work hard all their lives, step by step, not because they are content with the ordinary, but because they are waiting for a shining day. When their brilliance rises like the sun, it illuminates not only the earth, but also our empty souls.

"Yu!" The moment the formation was formed, Yun Cuixian's teeth opened slightly.

A majestic spiritual mountain, standing on the foundation of the flesh and blood cast, completely blocked the attack of the white bats. Within a short time, no monk was poisoned and died.

There is no need to be distracted to protect the other monks, and the five geniuses completely let go of their hands and feet.

"Fifth Style: Sword Slash Vientiane!" From the first type of charging power to the fourth style, Uncle Tai's sword dust began to show his sword.

Wherever the eye goes, the sword qi points to. As if in the dark, a ray of light suddenly crossed the horizon.

Airplanes!

The people in the Five Elements Lingyue Formation, although they were guarded by the formation, still felt a tingling pain in their pupils, infected by the sword intent.

After the bright light, a sharp hiss pulled people back to reality, but it was Uncle Tai Jianchen's Heavenly Sword Sword, which cut off the connection between the claws and wings of the mutant bat. It was already ugly, and its wings drooped down, more like a monster.

"Whew!"

It roared angrily, and its angry voice was like a rat but not a mouse, like an eagle but not an eagle, very harsh.

Suddenly, its eyes widened, and its one-foot-long front teeth flashed, appearing in front of Xin Wuji.

Xin Wuji was shocked and raised his knife to block. However, under his horrified gaze, the mutant bat rattled and snapped the sword, plunging its front teeth into his abdomen.

"Ahh

Xin Wuji screamed in a terrible way, and threw a punch to the mutant bat's head, pulling out its blood-stained front teeth. He endured the pain and tried to strike while the iron was hot to repel the mutant bats, but he felt something squirm in the wound.

Looking down, a bat flew out of its belly, lay on its stomach at the wound and began to suck on his flesh. Immediately after that, the second, the third,...

In less than two breaths, hundreds of bats crawled all over his body, wrapping him tightly. When the bats were full of food and drink and flew away, Xin Wuji was left with only a skeleton, and then slowly tilted.

Syllable!

The sound of bones falling to the ground rang in everyone's heart. Looking down again, the original vigorous Wind and Rain Pavilion genius Xin Wuji had turned into a pile of debris.

"Senior Brother Xin!" the disciples of the Wind and Rain Pavilion cried bitterly.

For a time, pain, despair, and fear enveloped the entire twentieth floor of the castle.

"Sixth Style: Thorn Moon!" "Uncle Tai Jianchen made another big move.

On the basis of the first five forms advancing layer by layer, the power of the sixth form actually reached the penetration power of the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, which was a whole level higher than his actual cultivation. This power, in the Yushan Holy Land, is close to the limit.

"Nine Heavens Measuring Ruler Technique: Annihilation!" Xiao Jiu was furious and offered the measuring stick in his hand. Xin Wujue can't die in vain, his will must be fulfilled. The most important thing is that the blood debt needs to be paid in blood!

The great coercion squeezed the air around him. The hundreds of bats that flew out of Xin Wujue's body couldn't withstand the force of compression, and turned into blood mist one after another. The target that Xiao Jiu wants to kill is not these bats, but the culprit who killed Xin Wuji, the mutant bat.

The measuring tape left his hand and stretched for thousands of feet, like a comet falling, hitting the mutant bat.

At the same time, Jin Feilong San turned his body, danced the Heavenly King Hammer, and also made a strong blow: "Heavenly King Hammer Yue!"

"Dark Feather Rapid Fire!" Saltwater unleashed his heavy Dark Feather Bow and aimed at the mutant bat.

Xin Wujue's death greatly stimulated the four top geniuses. If they don't use all their strength, I'm afraid that one of them will die next. If one more is lost, it will be difficult for the remaining three to deal with the mutant bats.

The four special moves bombarded and killed, and the mutant bat did not dare to underestimate the enemy, conjuring up a rat body and an eagle body, and then it was overwhelmed by the attack. After a few breaths, a rat's head sticks out of the ground, which is the body of a mutant bat.

It didn't die as one might think, it just lost an eagle's body. Even so, it was furious. For it, an eagle body is a life, and it is the most important one.

"Whew!"

The mutant bat reverted back to its original form, revealing its hideous fangs once more. The four geniuses fought hard, their spiritual power was almost exhausted, and now was the best time to kill them.

When the people were panicking, five self-defeating "Purple Mansion Realm" powerhouses stood up from the crowd. However, everyone understands that they are no match for mutant bats. The first is that they have a wound in their bodies, and the second is that they lack an existence with explosive power against the sky like Uncle Tai Jian Chen.

Knowing that he was invincible, he still did not hesitate. Protecting the geniuses of the sect was one of their missions to enter the Yushan Holy Land, and it was far more useful to prevent the genius seed from falling than for them to survive.

"Several, we don't have time to brew, success or failure, let it be fate!" Yu Ming knew what everyone was thinking, and proposed.

The mutant bat has suffered a loss once, and it will not give them any more time, like Uncle Tai's sword dust, to accumulate enough sword intent and give it a painful blow.

"Squeak!"

The mutant bat squeaked and shot out bloody spikes, and a strong smell of blood spread. Unlike the particles fired before, these blood spikes were all transformed by the essence blood on its body, and they were extremely poisonous. The most terrifying thing is that even holding your breath can't prevent the invasion of blood.

"Ahh

One breath, just a breath of time, all the monks present, whether they were ordinary disciples or geniuses of the sect, began to itch all over their bodies. This is followed by the illusion of depth. Those who are not firm in their minds will immediately lose themselves.

It was a little embarrassing that the five self-slashing monks had just prepared to decide the success or failure of one blow, and before they could make a move, they fell into the path of mutant bats.

Bang!bang...

The monks who fell into deep hallucinations accumulated a certain amount of poisonous blood qi in their bodies, and one after another, their bodies began to burst from the inside out. Every time it bursts, a swarm of bats flies out, and it's terrifying.

After two breaths, tens of thousands of white bats were born, black and oppressive like dark clouds, almost blocking people's vision.

Finished!

People are deprived of their lives one by one in hallucinations. This time, the Yushan Holy Land was opened, and all the genius disciples were lost, and it was afraid that it would become an eternal pain in the forgotten land. With their fall, the secrets in the Neosa Fort will be buried for many more years.

Suddenly, a sword light lifted the darkness before dawn. A familiar voice made the complacent mutant bat suddenly creepy: "Ask the Heavenly Sword Technique Seventh Style: Kill!"

It's Uncle Jianchen!

The seventh type of Heavenly Sword Technique, he had just realized it. With his current foundation, if he wants to sacrifice this move, he needs at least the strength of the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm. And now, he forcibly took out the sword with the cultivation of the peak of the Mortal Realm, which would bring very serious consequences.

He didn't have a choice. Without this formula, everyone will die, including himself.

Killing and robbing, stormy, thousands of drifting.

Sting!

A sword slashed out, and tens of thousands of white bats fell to the ground with thousands of holes, lying in wait for three feet. Looking at the mutant bat, the three blood-red wounds on its body form a rice shape. In the next second, eight pieces of debris fell to the ground, which can be called "eight pieces of unloading".

However, this trick is not enough. When the sword qi subsided, the mutant bat's stump had been twisted into pieces, and the white bat corpse on the ground had also turned into a pool of blood nearly a foot high. Then, follow the passage to the nineteenth floor.

Looking at the field again, less than fifteen people survived. More than 100 people came in, and 80 out of 10 fell. Due to the death of the mutant bat, the blood poison did not erupt, but fell silent in the monk's body. If it is not removed in time, one day, a group of bats will burst out of their stomachs and suck their lives.

A few hours later, the surviving monks woke up one after another, and only Uncle Tai Jianchen was still unconscious. His injuries were so severe that he forcibly cast the seventh sword technique, causing his body to shatter, and there was no intact place above and below. The surface of his body is a layer of black blood, not the blood of a white bat, but his own blood. The only thing that is better than others is that due to the sword qi in his body, the blood poison in his body is the lightest.

On the other side of the boundary river, Chu Yunfeng and the others were bored waiting, so they simply cultivated. The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, a dozen monks limped out of the castle. Don't think about it, you're bound to encounter something terrible. Otherwise, there would not be only so few people coming out, but also some disabled people.

Wu Buju was the first to rush forward and hold Yun Cuixian. I just wanted to ask her how she was, but I thought that it didn't seem that he should have asked first, but Chu Yunfeng who said it first. But as soon as he turned his head, Chu Yunfeng pulled Xianshui Xing and Xiao Jiu aside from the hands of Yu Ming and another monk, and discussed the important matter.

"Scum!" Wu Buju scolded and gestured to Yun Cuixian with his eyes, "I don't care about the life and death of my own Taoist couple, and I insist on slapping up the two male cultivators! Senior Sister Yun, why don't you consider me?" I promise I won't be as attentive as that kid!"