The defensive array set up by dozens of monks was very impressive, like a colorful and gorgeous cover, reflecting all kinds of strange lights. From the inside and outside, it looks very good, like a well-carved work of art.

The black mist drifted silently closer.

The first to meet the black mist were two awe-inspiring sword intents twisted by ten flying swords.

The snow-white sword intent rushed straight towards the black mist, as if it wanted to split this evil black mist in half.

However, he didn't wait for that sword intent to split through the black mist. The two sword intents had just touched the edge of the black mist, and before they could react, they suddenly trembled greatly.

"Puff ......" "Puff ......"

The white sword intent flew away, and the ten sword cultivators who controlled the sword formation also spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining a large area in front of them. Some of the monks stood closer to them, and their blood was sprayed on them.

But the monks didn't have the heart to wipe it.

They were now concentrating on controlling the small shield of seven colors, and they didn't dare to be careless.

It's just that the protective array set up by a group of distraction stage monks can withstand a mouthful of poisonous gas spewed out by the pseudo-dragon containing the origin. No one can answer this question. They could only wait nervously, waiting for the moment when the black mist collided with the protective array.

Xiao Jingyan himself was not idle, his fingertips moved slightly, and he put all his true yuan power into that protective array.

It was so quiet that it could be described as dead silence.

It was a setback in sword cultivation, the flying sword that had been refined for a long time was destroyed, and his own ontological soul element was also damaged, and it was impossible to use any more means.

The pillar and the leopard just stood quietly in front of Nuo Mi, as if they were the last barrier in front of Nuo Mi.

And Nuomi didn't seem to have commanded the five monks to do things anymore, but just took out things one after another and threw them into the formation on the ground. What she put down at this time was no longer rune paper, but all kinds of herbs and immortal cultivation materials. Or even a hedron.

If you look closely, you can see that the sideburns of glutinous rice are wet again, and I don't know if it's rain or sweat.

She kept the hardest part of the formation to herself. If her hand trembled, she might ruin this formation. At this time. There was no time left for her to lay a second minefield.

Nuomi gritted her teeth, didn't look at the situation outside, and the movements in her hands suddenly became a little faster.

She saw the natal poisonous mist spewed out by the pseudo-dragon, and she also heard that the ten sword cultivators were injured. But she couldn't turn her head to look, she could only lay down the lightning array quickly, faster. She hadn't expected the pseudo-dragon to fight them so quickly—no, for their lives.

The black mist seemed to drift very slowly, and there was no danger in sight.

When the black mist collided with the colorful shield, the light of the shield quickly dimmed as soon as it flickered. Every monk in the array was shaken. Some of them have a low level of cultivation, and the corners of their eyes have begun to bleed.

Xiao Jingyan only felt a tightness in his chest. It was as if someone had punched her in the chest, so that she couldn't even breathe for a while. He struggled to open his mouth to say something, only to find that his voice was completely blocked in his throat.

Only the pillar and the leopard remained unmoved, standing silently. But this is the eyes of one person and one leopard. But he has been locking on to the pseudo-dragon behind the black mist. Xiao Jingyan didn't even doubt at all that when this fragile shield couldn't hold up, they would use their bodies to block in front of Nuomi and act as a shield for Nuomi.

Xiao Jingyan looked at the two figures, and suddenly felt that although he was supporting the shield, it seemed that he couldn't even compare to the leopard and puppet beside Nuomi.

The color of the shield darkened again, and it shook violently. It's like a bubble that can burst at any moment.

The monks standing in the middle knew that this shield was the last thing they could save their lives, and if the shield broke, none of them would want to live. Whether they were corrupted by the poisonous mist and died, or they were chewed by the pseudo-dragon and died, it was not a way for them to accept death.

Monks were constantly biting their lips or the tip of their tongues. Mix your own blood into the shield and burn your soul element to delay the maintenance of the entire shield.

Xiao Jingyan gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out a thin dagger from his arms.

He never used this dagger much on weekdays, but the dagger was always on his body, and he kept it with spiritual warmth. It has long become a murder weapon that sharpens iron like mud.

It was the first time he had used the dagger.

He tried to twitch the corners of his mouth and smile, but found that he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

- That's it.

Xiao Jingyan sighed in his heart, raised the dagger suddenly, and stabbed it into his chest fiercely.

The dagger was so sharp that it didn't even make much noise when it pierced into the flesh. Xiao Jingyan gritted his teeth and stirred the dagger on his chest, and then pulled the dagger out again.

There was a particularly dark drop of blood on the tip of the dagger, and as he drew the dagger, it drew a shallow arc and quietly merged into the shield.

The shield, which had been so dim that it was almost invisible, suddenly lit up at this time, and suddenly burst out a little blood, and forced the black mist back by half a minute.

The brainchild of a mid-level monk in the distraction period!

The hand holding the dagger slowly fell, and Xiao Jingyan only felt a blur in front of him.

-- Hold on. Otherwise, the blood of the heart will be wasted.

He gritted his teeth and told himself that he had to insist on being sober to control the aura that burst out of his heart, but it was already pitch black in front of his eyes. If he hadn't been able to breathe slowly, he would have wondered if he had completely fallen into the black mist. He felt like he couldn't hold it anymore, as if he had fallen to his knees, and as if he hadn't.

The sound of a heartbeat, the sound of breathing. All of a sudden, it was so obvious.

Xiao Jingyan felt that he must have fallen asleep, but vaguely, he heard the crisp voice of glutinous rice sounding rapidly. He was a little dazed, and could only listen to it intermittently.

“…… World...... Heaven and earth...... Lao Jun ...... Heavenly thunder, lead! ”

Nuomi's voice was urgent, trembling, but unusually firm.

She didn't look at the monks around her, her eyes went over the shoulders of the pillars, and she stared at the tall pseudo-dragon head.

After the pseudo-dragon spewed out a mouthful of natal poisonous mist, his expression was also a little sluggish, but he still held his head high, like a proud king.

Glutinous rice smiled, and there was something sweet in that smile.

She stretched out her fingers, trembling fingertips lightly tapping in the direction of the snake's head.

"Heavenly thunder, move!"

Immediately after, the entire sky was lit up by a purple thunderbolt.

Nuomi remembered the heavenly tribulation she had seen in the fairy forest before. At that time, the thunder was even more majestic, so she didn't dare to look at it. Although the heavenly thunder that she led out in front of her was much smaller, it made her feel very kind.

The pseudo-dragon's head, which had been held high, was raised higher at this time, as if it was looking at the rough thunder rolling in the sky in amazement.

With the appearance of that heavenly thunder, the five monks who were originally standing in different directions of the large array also followed with a miserable scream and knelt on the ground.

Although they do not guard the formation, they are part of the lightning array. Glutinous rice controlled the entire array, and there were countless materials and spars to provide aura, but they were still pulled out of the aura, and as soon as their knees weakened, they directly knelt on the ground.

The glutinous rice itself is not very cultivated. As soon as the sky thundered, there was also a burst of blood churning in her chest.

-- Let's get down.

- Hurry down!

Split the horn of the ugly snake in front of you and roasted it into charcoal from the inside out.

"Heavenly thunder, fall!"

The last thunderous word was spit out with the glutinous rice along with the blood.

The purple thunder in the sky exploded violently, branching out a thin branch.

The aura on his body was withdrawn in an instant, and the glutinous rice was so weak that he almost fell off the raised hand. She bit her lip so hard that she didn't let her fingertips leave the direction of the pseudo-dragon's head.

The pseudo-dragon had already felt the pressure of the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder, and at this time it was shaking its head frantically, turning around and trying to escape into the immortal forest.

Nuomi hated it for devouring the disciples of the Qianren Sect, and hated it for smashing the sect so badly, how could it be possible to put it back in the Immortal Forest. If this pseudo-dragon is allowed to go back to rest for a few days, and misses the power of thunder in this day, I am afraid that it will be impossible to form a thunder array in front of it next time. When the time comes, not to mention the Thousand Thousand Sects, the monks in this neighborhood will have to be turned into its meal.

The pseudo-dragon fled quickly, as agile as a thin water snake, and could not see the bloat caused by the slightest size.

Ignoring the shallow black mist outside the shield, she pulled her legs to catch up. Helplessly, she no longer has any strength in her body now, and she is very reluctant to even stand in place, let alone catch up with the pseudo-dragon.

“…… Damn ......"

She was unwilling to bite the corner of her mouth, but her body suddenly lightened.

The pillar didn't know how to understand her mind, so he suddenly picked her up, and he didn't have time to put it on his shoulder, so he picked a direction with less black fog and praised her.

Although he didn't walk fast, he was the first to understand Nuomi's thoughts, and he chased after the pseudo-dragon with a step.

At this time, another burst of black gas faintly rose from Nuomi's body, which was a shield created by the ghost cultivation spell of the leopard.

The purple thunder in the sky rolled for a long time, and finally fell in the direction of the fingertips of glutinous rice.

Glutinous rice instinctively narrowed her eyes, but she was reluctant to take her eyes off the white light in front of her. Even though she couldn't see anything else except Bai Liang, she still didn't dare to relax a little, for fear that if her fingers trembled, she would deviate from her goal and make the pseudo-dragon escape from front of them back to the fairy forest.

PS: I only challenge the battle by death...... It's over......