Hearing Amun's words, Xiao Feng suddenly became a monk of Zhang's second.

"Brother Jue Ling, what the hell is going on?"

"Brother Feng, this matter is a long story!"

"The other party has mobilized a large number of people now, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold it here, let's leave quickly!"

"Boom ......"

At this time, I could only hear another loud noise in the valley, and then a majestic spiritual power scattered in all directions.

"Spirit!"

Feeling this spiritual power, Xiaofeng exclaimed.

Amon Xuan said anxiously: "Brother Feng, let's go quickly! the other party is overwhelmed, if we stay any longer, I'm afraid we will be wiped out!"

"Brother Jueling, where are the people from Youlan Valley?"

Hearing Xiaofeng's words, Amon Xuan just sighed.

Seeing the other party sighing, Xiaofeng knew that I was afraid that things were very bad.

Ah Jueling said: "Brother Feng, almost all of the thousands of clansmen of the Lan clan have been killed in battle, and now there are only more than ten people left together with their patriarch Youlan! ”

"What? What the hell is going on?"

In Xiao Feng's opinion, he had only been away for more than a dozen hours, and he never expected that things had developed to such a point.

That Youlan has already perfected the realm of the spirit, and if it can be injured, what kind of cultivation should it be?

It's a bit unbelievable that all this happened!

"What about the Ah clansmen?"

"Forty-two people were killed in the battle, two hundred were seriously wounded, and they are now in a confrontation with each other. ”

"But just now, the person who injured the Youlan patriarch came again, and he could only endure the injury and fight with him!"

As he spoke, he heard a loud noise outside the hall, and the battle was fierce.

"I'm going to see who is so powerful, who can actually hurt Brother Youlan!"

After that, Xiao Feng rolled up his sleeves, and Wang Junlan disappeared into the morning hall with him.

In the next moment, his figure had already appeared in the sky above Youlan Valley.

From the air, the valley that was originally as quiet as a peach source has become a ruin, except for the hall where Xiaofeng was originally located, which is still well preserved, the rest of the buildings have been destroyed.

Flowers and trees have long since become stumps and broken branches, and there are dirt pits and rocks everywhere, and many green grasses have been stained red with blood.

In the middle of the mountains behind the valley, dozens of people are riding strong horses with outstretched wings and long swords in hand, patrolling around.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng knew that these people were all members of the Ah clan, and what they were riding was the Pegasus that could already fly.

But what made him feel strange was that in front of the originally low valley, at this time, it was raised by more than two zhang with many large bluestones to form a majestic city wall.

On top of this city wall, the people of the Ah clan held long swords in their hands, staring at the outside of the city wall.

Beneath the majestic city walls, countless corpses piled up in a mountain with the smell of blood, like hell.

Just dozens of feet away from the mountains of dead corpses, there were all black and oppressive crowds, spread over five or six miles, no less than hundreds of thousands, and the momentum was extremely huge.

But what puzzled Xiao Feng was that these people were not like the ordinary people he had seen, they were all short, no more than three feet tall, dressed in strange shapes, and some were even naked.

Beneath them sat a wolf-like monster that was five feet tall and six feet long. All of them have green faces and fangs, and their eyes are hungry and thirsty.

Although these people were short in stature, they all held halberds that were four or five years long, but judging from the aura they emanated, half of them were not cultivators. But some of the others are spiritual cultivators, and dozens of them are spiritual cultivators.

And when he saw the dozens of Spirit Sect cultivators lined up in front of the army, Xiao Feng found a familiar figure.

Because the monsters under these people are like tigers and leopards, exactly like the monsters encountered on the mysterious island where he is.

"Yasuto!"

Xiao Feng is very familiar with the appearance of these people. At this time, he had only one thought in his heart, Yasuto had already begun to attack Kyushu.

In the sky above the valley, two men were fighting. Dao spiritual power was scattered in all directions, and the majestic power seemed to shatter the void.

One of them, Xiao Feng naturally recognized, was Youlan.

At this time, he was holding a white flashing long sword in his hand, and his body exuded a majestic aura of spiritual cultivation. Although his face was very pale, he still fought fiercely with the other party.

Youlan's opponent was a three-foot-tall Jingren, who looked no more than thirty, dressed in black animal skins, bareheaded, and wielding a black broadsword about five feet long.

However, his body also exudes a powerful aura of spiritual cultivation, which is even higher than Youlan.

Seeing this person, Xiao Feng knew that he must be one of the nine great Shura.

In the face of such a strong opponent, Youlan was powerless to fight back at all, so she could only rely on her strong strength to dodge around and maneuver with the other party, as if she was delaying time.

And Na Jingren also seemed to see the other party's intentions, and at the same time knew that the other party was not his opponent, but he was not in a hurry, and seemed to be fighting with Youlan to the end

Even so, every time he attacked, he almost launched his full strength, but in the face of Lan Feng, who was not facing him head-on at all, he couldn't defeat him all at once.

So, the battle between the two spiritual monks turned into a chase battle.

The two of them opened and closed widely, and the instantaneous movement distance was dozens of zhang, and the originally clear sky was full of two figures.

Everywhere there are colorful clouds formed under the confrontation of powerful spiritual power, but after the colorful clouds are formed, they are scattered by new forces.

"Could it be that the Jingren really started attacking? Could it be that the Shura King really didn't die?"

For a while, countless questions came to his mind, and Xiaofeng only felt that his brain was not enough.

"Brother Feng, these people are very similar to the Jing people you mentioned earlier!"

While Xiao Feng was thinking about it, Ah Jue Ling and Ah Meng Xuan had also flown to his side.

Xiao Feng said: "Brother Jueling, they are Jingren!"

"But you don't mean that they are hiding deep underground, why do they suddenly appear here like mushrooms after rain. ”

"Brother Di Ling, you tell me about the latest events carefully. ”

Xiao Feng wanted to know everything about what happened here.

And now that Youlan has not been defeated, the clearer she understands the things here, the better she can deal with it.

Ah Jue Ling said: "I also heard a lot of things from the Lan clan, although I don't know very much, but I also know a rough idea, which is to say that Brother Feng." ”

"As for the cause of the incident, it has to be traced back to twenty-five years ago, when Brother Feng disappeared into the hall. ”

"Twenty-five years ago, Brother Jue Ling, are you really sure that we have met now for twenty-five years?"

"Brother Feng, don't you really know that you've spent twenty-five years?" Ah Jueling was also puzzled.

"Yes, I only feel like a dozen hours have passed, how can twenty-five years have passed?"