After the completion of the chess mountain Ke rotten chess formation, Ren Jiu Ge smiled indifferently: "You little insects, come to bite me!"

As he spoke, the folding fan in his hand hit the head of the gold devouring mother worm directly. The gold-devouring mother worm screamed and screamed, turning into a pool of blood.

"Hiss!" The gold-devouring insects, seeing the tragic death of the female worm, suddenly burned with anger, and their whole heads turned red.

With a snort, this group of gold-devouring treasure insects flew towards Ren Jiuge's side like crazy demons. The momentum is surging, and it seems to be completely drained!

Ren Jiu Ge stood in the air, holding the Heavenly Machine Star Wheel, in the Qishan Ke Rotten Law Circle, his face was indifferent, without the slightest fear!

Forty or fifty gold-devouring insects hissed incessantly, like arrows, shooting at each other!

In an instant, the entire chess mountain was rotten chess array, and the chess mountain was up and down, flickering. The gold-devouring insects rushed over like moths to a fire. The golden threads are domineering, intertwined with each other, and strangled out.

The body of the Gold Devouring Treasure Worm touched the golden thread of the chess array and was instantly cut into pieces. The gold-devouring treasure insect in the back hissed in the sky, going forward and one after another.

Their eyes were fierce, as if they were going to bite Ren Jiuge to death. In an instant, the magic trick in Ren Jiu's singer changed, and the entire chess mountain was rotten and the big array burst out with a low roar.

Several chess mountains came back and swirled, smashing directly towards the gathered gold-devouring treasure insects. The chess mountain is majestic, towering and majestic. The mountains are suppressed, and the momentum is even more domineering!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Qishan suppressed, like the collapse of a mountain, killing dozens of gold-devouring insects in a row. The remnants of the gold-devouring insects are either dead or injured, and want to escape.

The surrounding chess array golden line, without giving them the slightest way back, shot out, and all of them were killed.

The originally arrogant and vicious gold-devouring insects were either stoned to death or strangled at this moment, scattered and scattered all over the ground.

Ren Jiuge's originally arrogant look also became a little tired.

The spiritual power consumed to support an ancestral formation-level chess path formation was extremely terrifying. Although it has the blessing of the Heavenly Machine Star Wheel, it has also consumed a lot of Ren Jiuge's own spiritual power.

He slowly put away his spiritual power, and the light on the Heavenly Machine Star Wheel also converged. The majestic Qishan Ke Rotten Ancestral Array, the light dissipated, the Qishan dissipated, and the big array disappeared.

On the other side of the Ten Thousand Demon Pit, the battle between the head trainee and the ghostly spirit was close to white-hot. The strength of the ghostly spirit is not very strong, at most it is the intermediate spirit beast level.

However, after these resentful spirits are shattered, it will not be long before they gather again. Although the resentful spirits that gathered again have weakened a lot, they are extremely difficult to deal with.

The ghost resentment is originally transformed by resentment, and only by completely dispersing that resentment can it be completely killed.

On the battlefield, sixty-three head trainees, as well as Shen Lin, Chen Yan and other four mentors, plus Gui Baizhi and Xu Jinglong, they repeatedly killed the resentful spirits, and they were already a little weak at the moment.

Even at the beginning, Zhang Lanchen, who was extremely domineering, was loose in sword light at this time, and his aura was much thinner.

Zhang Lanchen's long sword slashed, slashing a ghostly resentful spirit into two. After a few breaths, the two groups of resentment rose up leisurely, and they turned into shape again.

This time, although the strength of the ghost spirit was weakened a lot, immediately afterward, a few more gathered, almost torturing people to madness.

On the battlefield at this time, the battle situation is very anxious.

Chen Yan urged the natal immortal puppet to rush forward, and unconsciously, sneaked into a low pit. He turned his head suddenly, and suddenly found that his surroundings were already surrounded by dozens of ghostly spirits.

Around him, the trainees in charge were all far away. The nearest disciple is Yi Shui Yaotong, not to mention that she is a little difficult to protect herself.

Chen Yan was a little anxious, and hurriedly withdrew his natal immortal puppet and blocked in front of him. Those ghostly spirits have no intelligence, they only know how to go on a rampage and bite desperately!

In an instant, dozens of ghostly spirits besieged Chen Yan. After such a long battle, the spiritual power in his body has been consumed too much.

The dead trees swayed, and the wind howled. Chen Yan looked around, and suddenly saw that not far away, Jingyang Wan'er and his party were watching the battle.

Jingyang Wan'er said at the beginning that she would not participate in this battle. At the beginning, Chen Yan also let go of his cruel words, and he didn't ask her for help when he was killed.

Chen Yan clenched his teeth, his heart was extremely entangled, if he opened his mouth to ask for help now, it would be too much of a slap in the face, and he couldn't wipe his face. However, at this time, the situation has reached the most dangerous moment.

Jingyang Wan'er turned her head to look at it, and also saw Chen Yan's situation, she couldn't help but be happy, and shouted with a smile: "Little Chen Yan, do you want Miss Ben's help?"

Chen Yan's face suddenly turned red, his lips tightened, he stiffened, and shouted, "No need, I can handle it!"

As he spoke, the hands of the natal immortal puppet, the wind gusted, like an iron rod, and hit the ghost ghost next to him.

Jingyang Wan'er's delicate face smiled and said, "The dead duck has a hard mouth. Let's go over and help. ”

As she spoke, she flew up, and the six men in black behind her also followed closely and rushed over.

The fierce ghostly spirit flew up. Jingyang Wan'er held the Qinglun jade flute in her hand and smashed it directly. The six men in black behind her, each with a scimitar, slashed away!

Jingyang Wan'er's strength is average, even inferior to Yi Shui Yaotong and others. However, those six men in black are really powerful. The scimitar is as cold as the moon, the blade is pressing, carrying endless murderous aura, slashing everywhere.

Such a domineering sword momentum, as if he was at the peak of the Martial King, rushed to kill all the way, and soon killed all the ghosts and resentful spirits around Chen Yan.

Jingyang Wan'er came to Chen Yan's side, knocked his head with the Qinglun jade flute, and said with a smile: "Miss Ben saved your life, you still don't thank me!"

Chen Yan's face was embarrassed, he coughed lightly, and said with a fist: "Thank you." ”

At this time, at the front of the battlefield, the most fierce one was Gui Baizhi. Gui Bai Zhi and Xu Jinglong had already arrived at the place where the demon flower was extremely close.

Xu Jinglong's divine power was greatly displayed, and the spiritual power of the blood refining painting technique was extremely pure, and the red light of the Dao Dao directly hit a channel.

Gui Baizhi's eyes widened, looking at the demon flower close at hand, and he was very happy. "I'm coming!"

With that, she stepped into the crimson light passage and came directly to the demon flower.

The demon flower, bursts of cold light, a strange dark green brilliance, overflowed on the wide leaf veins. The huge flowers, purple-red throughout, seem to have been immersed in a pool of blood.

Gui Bai Zhi didn't look too closely, and the Huanxi sand tent in his hand went directly into the soil next to him. With the urging of spiritual power, the entire demon flower, along with a large area of soil, slowly rose.