The warriors on the ship ran out of their respective rooms one after another, looking towards the opposite side of the spaceship, where countless small spaceships floated in the sky, and on each ship, there was a fierce warrior wearing a red scarf, densely packed, there were a hundred ships.

Among them, the first three are the most conspicuous, both in size and luxury, far surpassing the other spaceships, and on each of them, there is also a figure standing, fierce and murderous.

"The mongrels of the Beihua Sect, get out quickly!"

In the middle of the three luxury ships, standing was a middle-aged man in a black robe, his eyes were low, and there was a faint black light swallowing the space, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The one on the left is a rough-looking man, his temples are long, his beard is exploding from both sides, his arms are thick like a big tree, and the scolding just now came from his mouth.

On the right, there is a beautiful woman, with a hot body, a water snake-like waist, extremely slender, and charming eyes, as if dripping water.

The strength of these three people is extremely strong, the breath on their bodies is like the sea, and above their heads, the sea of clouds is churning and washing.

"The three masters of the red scarf thieves, I didn't expect them to come today!"

A twilight voice sounded, and from the top of the spaceship, a gray-clothed old man flew out, his robe fluttering, and his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky.

It was the third elder of the Beihua Sect, Wei Chiyan.

Chu Ming stood on the splint of the spaceship, quietly observing the development of things, the small spaceship that the red scarf thieves were riding could not fly for a long time, and if they flew for a period of time, they had to land and rest, otherwise, there was a possibility of falling at any time, so if it lasted, the Beihua Sect would win.

However, the three masters of the Red Turban Thieves are all martial artists of the Nine Folds of the True Dao, and the middle-aged man in black who is the big boss is also the ultimate martial artist of the True Dao, and compared with Wei Chiyan, he is not weak.

"Give up all your wealth, or ....."

"How else?"

The middle-aged man in black was about to say threatening words, an abrupt voice directly interrupted his words, the voice was old, but strong force, and at the same time, the scene was quiet, a black figure, slowly walked out of a room in the spaceship, as he walked, the space was faintly changing without words.

Whew!

Everyone was shocked at the same time, they didn't expect that at this time, someone would dare to contradict the red scarf thief, and in an instant, the black figure became the focus of attention on the field.

Chu Ming frowned, because the person who spoke just now was the man in black wearing a hat he saw in the inn.

"Who are you?!"

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the leader of the red scarf thieves, and his body trembled faintly, because he was shocked to find that the space around him had been completely blocked at this moment, and it was difficult for them to leave the sky.

"You killed so many disciples of my sect, and you even asked me who I am?"

The man in black wearing a hat gently took off the hat, revealing an old face, the old man's face was ruthless, his eyes were like deep Tan, incomparably deep, Gu Bo was not shocked, the dense wrinkles were like the folds of a dead tree, covering his face, his ears were huge, as if he could hear the direction of the wind coming and going.

"Are you from the Beihua Sect?"

The leader of the Red Turban Thieves asked as he tried to calm himself down.

"Ancestor!"

At this time, the three elders of the Beihua Sect who were standing on the side, Wei Chiyan, immediately stepped forward and shouted respectfully, and at the same time, he also gave the leader of the red turban thieves an answer.

When everyone heard this, they were also shocked, they never thought that on the spaceship, there was an ancestor of the Beihua Sect hidden, and the characters who could become the ancestors were all peerless powerhouses in the Guiyuan Realm, and in the eyes of everyone, they were all unattainable.

Even Chu Ming's face was moved at this moment, he didn't expect that the mysterious person in the inn was actually the ancestor of the Beihua Sect, the powerhouse of the Guiyuan Realm.

"Impossible! With the obstruction of the ancestor of the Black Water Sect, it is impossible for you to pass through the Gorge of Life and Death!! ”

The leader of the Red Turban Thieves roared under his breath, his eyes full of disbelief.

The ancestor of the Beihua Sect did not speak, his fingers lightly swiped on the edge of the sky, and a brilliant multicolored light drifted out from his fingertips, the space was quiet, and the passage of time and space seemed to be changing.

"Void Sword Intent!"

Chu Ming's eyes shook, he had seen the man in white using the Void Sword Move in the Inheritance Hall, and the artistic conception contained in it was exactly the same, however, the comprehension of the Void Sword Intent of the Ancestor of the Beihua Sect was really too far behind that of the middle-aged man in white.

Even so, killing the red scarf thieves in front of you is like slaughtering a dog.

Puff puff puff.....

The people on the ship couldn't see the scene on the field at all, but they saw blood arrows flying out from the necks of many red turban thieves, and the small spaceships in the sky also fell from the sky quickly.

In the blink of an eye, only the three leaders of the Red Turban Thieves were left in the air, struggling.

"No !!"

The middle-aged man in black had a look of despair in his eyes and roared in pain.

The ancestor of the Beihua Sect was stunned, and his fingers once again lightly swiped in the sky, time and space were taboo, and everything was lonely.

The three leaders of the Red Turban Thieves broke their bodies and fell from the sky, leaving their bones gone.

Call!

Everyone on the spaceship did not dare to come out of the atmosphere, for fear of angering the ancestor of the Beihua Sect in front of him.

"Keep going!"

The old man turned his head to Wei Chiyan and ordered, his figure flashed, and he had disappeared on the deck of the ship, at this moment, everyone was all relieved, the aura of the Guiyuan Realm was too big, and they were almost out of breath.

When the old man disappeared, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement, and when the Guiyuan Realm made a move, most martial artists would never see it once in their lives, and they were all discussing the scene just now.

As soon as Guiyuan Realm made a move, with only two moves, the arrogant and domineering red scarf thief was uprooted, and in front of everyone's eyes, it showed his strength.

Chu Ming glanced at the room at the top of the spaceship, then shrank his body, returned to his room, closed the door, and entered the cultivation state.

At this moment, the spacecraft has reached the center of the Gorge of Life and Death, and around it, there is a special magnetic field, which is said to be a magnetic field, but it is more appropriate to say that it is an artistic conception, but it is rare to maintain the artistic conception that has not dissipated so far.

Many warriors came out of their rooms, stood on the deck of the spaceship, closed their eyes and carefully felt the artistic conception emanating from the Gorge of Life and Death, hoping to understand something from it.

However, all of them returned in vain, and even some warriors spat blood directly from their mouths and were depressed.

"The power of the realm of life and death is incredible!"

In the room at the top of the spaceship, the ancestor of the Beihua Sect looked at the Life and Death Gorge below, and couldn't help but sigh in his mouth, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes.

Over the years, I don't know how many people have entered the Gorge of Life and Death, wanting to find an opportunity, but as long as they are within ten miles of the Gorge of Life and Death, they will all be dyed by the explosion of the artistic conception. 10