"Rui!" Ye Feichen shouted.

Jin Rui stopped, turned his head and saw that all the people behind him were looking at him, and couldn't help but smile slightly: "Don't worry, when the master comes back, they will have to return all this sooner or later!"

"If you can't change the result, what kind of process is the same for everyone, Zhu Wei, don't think that my people from Yunqing Sect are so easy to bully!" Song Qiao's feet moved slightly, and he stood in front of Jin Rui, saying that he was behind him.

"That's right, Zhu Xuan, you're really shameless, what's the matter, you can't beat our Void Cultivators, you want to find a little god to regain face?

Hong Bo sneered, followed by Song Qiao, and the words he said and the sneer on his face made Zhu Hao's teeth itch for a while.

"That's right! Tiansha Sect has always been such a tradition, as early as a thousand years ago, there was a Cao Mo who ran to my Yunqing Sect's territory and shouted, a dignified cultivator in the Refining Void Period, looking for trouble with a Yuanying Monk.

Now it seems that this is the tradition of the Tiansha Sect, the upward and downward effects, the original roots are here!"

Qin Duwan said, along with the other refining period cultivators, standing next to Song Qiao, lined up, facing Zhu Wei and the others without fear.

Qin Wanwan's words were really to the point, Zhu Mo almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, but he would never give up his ambition because of a word.

He looked coldly at the people in front of him, with a sneering look on his face: "No matter what you say, you will be dead today!

The latter sentence, of course, was said to the other three Mahayana monks around him, at this time his patience had been exhausted, and he really didn't want to delay any longer, seeing the gate of the Cloud Palace, he didn't want to wait any longer.

Song Qiao and the others had a calm face, they had no other choice at this time, because there was only one road in front of them, and that was death!

However, death is still not the same as death, Song Qiao stretched out his hand and made a movement, and then the robe on his body began to swell up little by little.

Seeing this, the other monks did the same, and then someone suddenly disappeared and appeared in another place.

Their position happened to surround the four Mahayana monks, including those who had been injured by the Transformation Gods and the monks of the Refining Void Period, who were also surrounded.

Zhu Wei's eyes jumped, if they were not mistaken, they should all be teleportation spells, and only this spell would successfully leave under their noses by surprise.

But fortunately, such a spell is just a low-level teleportation, and if you want to escape in front of them, don't even think about it.

However, what are they going to do? Zhu Wei's eyes flickered, and several thoughts instantly appeared in his heart, and then he ruled them out one by one.

At this time, the bodies of Song Qiao and the others also began to swell, becoming more and more obvious, and finally attracted Zhu Wei's attention.

Are they going to blow themselves up? His eyelids fluttered violently again.

He is not afraid of perming and dyeing only Song Qiao, but if these people are together...... , Zhu Wei couldn't help but shudder, even if they were monks in the Mahayana period, it was unbearable.

Not only him, but everyone present had already sensed their intentions, and they couldn't help but change their faces in shock.