Ye Shaofan and the other newcomer disciples were all stupid, this kind of yin soul was a collection of energy, no matter how it was, it was impossible to kill it with a few swords.

There was even a disciple who sacrificed a flying sword and slashed at the Yin Soul in the same way as Wang Qingmin, but the physical attack was ineffective, and the Yin Spirit didn't care about his slashing at all.

However, Wang Qingmin's efficiency in killing the Yin Soul was very high, and everyone took him as the center for a while and started a new defense.

With Wang Qingmin's ultimate protection, everyone finally got a chance to breathe.

All the people who know Wang Qingmin's details are looking at Wang Qingmin as if they were looking at monsters, because Wang Qingmin's way of killing the yin soul is not scientific.

Ignoring everyone's shock, Wang Qingmin became more and more frightened, and his experience steadily improved. Brush, a golden light that others can't see flashed, eleven levels.

"Damn the Yin Soul, Lao Tzu fought with you ......" A sword light flew by, and a Yin Soul died in front of Wang Qingmin.

"Isn't it just that the sky is thundering, Lao Tzu is not afraid of ......" A few more sword lights stirred, and a yin spirit dissipated.

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"Is he alright?" Long Ying asked Xi Lingling next to her, she was a female disciple of this batch of newcomers, so it was natural for them to stay together.

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with him," replied Xi Lingling.

"Something doesn't seem right with him," Long Ying said.

"Hmm. Is it that he still can't fully adapt, or the elixir of the Chaohua Hall nun just now has been effective, or some other reason. "Xi Ling Lingdao.

The two girls fully imagined it there, and for a time gossip was flying all over the sky.

Wang Qingmin became more and more courageous the more he fought, controlling the flying sword, forming a huge sword net. Seeing that any monk couldn't stand it, with a wave of his hand, a healing technique passed, no matter what kind of injury that person had, to ensure that he would recover in a moment. The only thing that made everyone feel that the fly in the ointment was Wang Qingmin's mouth at this time, and the vicious curse was like a crossbow arrow shot from a crossbow, which seemed to never stop. There were a few times when even when performing the healing technique, it was accompanied by swearing, which made the rescued person cry and laugh, obviously Wang Qingmin had already scolded and couldn't stop for a while.

The battle of the other bigwigs on the battlefield was almost over, this was the home of the Yin Spirit, and the time was getting later and later, but Elder Mu and the others could no longer hold on.

The five elders let go of their opponents separately, and finally looked at the disciples who were still struggling in a few places that had formed a group, and gritted their teeth helplessly and left.

At this time, on the battlefield, there were still five disciples who had formed a group and did not leave. There were still twenty or thirty people left in each place. Wang Qingmin's office was the smallest number, but there were also twenty-five people.

Beside Wang Qingmin, Ye Shaofan, Li Tengfei and others, who had used up the last trace of spiritual power at this time, were already sitting on the ground, and they were trying all their time to recover.

At this time, there were only three people in this small team standing, Wang Qingmin counted one, the female monk who was saved by Wang Qingmin in the Chaohua Hall counted one, and there was also a medical disciple of the Yin Soul Sect. However, neither of them attacked, and the Yin Soul Sect disciple was ready to help Wang Qingmin when he was out of strength. And the female cultivator of the Chaohua Hall was full of affection, and looked at Wang Qingmin quietly like this, and now the fool can also see that this woman has fallen in love with Wang Qingmin.

"What, none of the new disciples of our sect have returned!"

Behind the battlefield, the leaders who had been waiting impatiently had already learned of the defeat in this battle, but they still underestimated their losses.

The five major sects lost a total of more than 1,500 people in this battle, and the inner disciples of each sect lost almost one-third, which was a bit of a loss.

What made the heads of the various factions even more sad was that the new disciples of the various factions this time were originally an ordinary journey of long experience, but it actually turned into a fatal move.

Bad intelligence, an arrogant mentality, chaotic command, lagging workarounds, it seems that everything leads to this consequence.

The saddest of these bigwigs is the Yin Soul Sect, among the new disciples of their sect, there is a single spirit root, a double spirit root, and even a strange spirit root who doesn't know the truth or falsehood.

If this group of new disciples were all folded inside, their losses would be great, and the patriarch would have to fold their bone decorations when they returned.

"No, we have to find them." The head of the Yin Soul Sect raised his head and said.

He didn't care about calling other sects, so he took the fifteen elders of his sect, led by Elder Mu and several other elders, and flew towards the position of Wang Qingmin's group.

But what was waiting for them ahead was a ghost king of the Jindan period.

Before these sixteen people arrived at the battlefield, a man wearing battle armor appeared in front of them, and behind the man, there was a group of ghost kings in the foundation building period.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and under the dim moonlight, the black qi on the other party's body appeared more condensed.

"The Ghost King of the Jindan Period!" The boss shouted, "Retreat." ”

If it was just a group of ghost kings in the foundation building period, the head of the immortal family still had the courage to fight hard, and he might be able to rescue Ye Shaofan and the others, but the appearance of this ghost king in the Jindan period completely dispelled his thoughts. There are ghost kings in the Jindan period, plus the ghost kings of the foundation building period around them, and they are not going to save people, but to send them to death.

At this time, on the battlefield, the other groups of monks could no longer stand it. Although they also wanted to lean over to Wang Qingmin, there was no chance at all because of the countless Yin Spirits blocking them.

Finally, a group of people couldn't do it first, and a large number of yin spirits rushed up, and from Wang Qingmin's view, they saw a large amount of black smoke drowning that group of monks at once. The screams of the monks rang out, and the group of monks, both men and women, fell silent after only a few breaths.

The remaining groups of monks looked at each other and couldn't help but spat at the mouth.

When the people in Wang Qingmin's group saw the tragic situation of that group of monks, they couldn't help but look at Wang Qingmin again. If it weren't for this guy's demonic outbreak, I'm afraid their group would be the first to die.

An hour later, Wang Qingmin had reached the thirteenth level. This terrifying escalation speed, if there is no lightning punishment, will definitely make Wang Qingmin excited, but now every time he is promoted, he has to be terrified for a long time, and the lightning punishment is really a little terrifying.

"Guys get ready to receive, I'm dying." Ye Shaofan, Li Tengfei, Hai Tianya and others finally waited for Wang Qingmin's unbearable voice.

That is to say, Wang Qingmin's sword control technique has been practiced in these three months, and at the same time, relying on the control bonus of the mental power combat method, it has made the flying sword dazzled for an hour, and he is also a little dizzy.

Wang Qingmin finally shouted tired, which made everyone's hearts feel relieved. Even a few female cultivators such as Long Ying were still thinking, "It's okay, it's okay, he's still human." ”

These women don't want to think about it, if it weren't for Wang Qingmin's outbreak, they would have been dead for a long time.

Ye Shaofan and the others' spiritual power has recovered most of it, and they can also cast a few spells, but because the foundation is too thin, that is, they will lose their combat power in ten minutes.

Wang Qingmin had already prepared for an all-night ride. When I first started playing games, it was even more common to practice all night. It's just that the all-night leveling is a bit casual, and even when you're tired, you can listen to songs, watch restricted-level movies or something. It's not the same now, it requires a lot of mental concentration.

That Jindan stage ghost cultivator also ignored Wang Qingmin and the others, after all, there are some human monks in the five battlefields now, and they don't even have the ability to escape, so you can imagine the ability of this group of human monks. But he didn't expect that the road closest to him was variable. Like him, Wang Qingmin is also a variable in the incident.

The yin spirit at night was too excited, and Wang Qingmin, a monk, was too conspicuous in this ghost domain. Except for a few disciples of the Flame Gate and the Chaohua Hall to buy more time for Wang Qingmin, Ye Shaofan, Li Tengfei and the others only sat down with red faces to recover their spiritual power in ten minutes.

Ten minutes is enough to calm down Wang Qingmin, who is circling around in his mind. It's going to be another hour of killing time.

I have to say that Wang Qingmin is level thirteen, and he has a third skill, poison magic.

This is one of the most commonly used skills for Taoist priests to fight monsters in the early stage. Red poison reduces defense, green poison reduces blood, and with the existence of poison magic, Taoist priests play a super logistical role in the team's fight against monsters.

Ye Shaofan always thought that he was the coquettish son of the sky, whether in the mortal world or in the world of cultivating immortals, a single spirit root was extremely rare, and he was, which made him always have a natural sense of superiority when looking at his peers.

But now Wang Qingmin's performance has completely struck his sense of superiority. Look at it, the person in front of you is the real demon.

How did he know that Wang Qingmin's truly demonic performance had not yet begun.

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