"Hey, hey, hey, the little bulls of Seven Star Mountain, are you here to welcome the big car of this seat?"

The strange sound seemed to be coming from all directions, making it impossible to tell where the evil cultivator was.

The faces of all the disciples showed a little frightened, including Guo Qingyang.

After all, this is the first time they have gone down the mountain to practice, and they have encountered such a strange enemy, to say that they can be calm in their hearts, it is impossible to stunt.

If it weren't for Zhao Songlan sitting on the side, they would have jumped up in fright and fled with their lives.

It was completely different from what I knew at the beginning, this evil cultivator was a small fish and shrimp, and it was clear that he was also a monk in the Qi Transformation Period.

"Pretend to be a ghost, get out of this seat!"

Zhao Songlan, who was sitting on the side, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked straight at the jungle on the left, and with a wave of his hand, a blue and red sword light shot out, cutting through the darkness of dusk.

The disciples of the Seven Star Mountain were fascinated by this look, this is the strength of the elders in the late stage of Qi transformation, just this sword light, I am afraid that I and the others will not be able to resist it at all, and they will not even be able to dodge, right?

Unexpectedly, the sword light emitted by Zhao Songlan did not react, and the gloomy smile immediately rang in everyone's ears again.

"Are you Zhao Songlan of Seven Star Mountain? Isn't the means very good, how can you sit in the position of the elder of the inner gate of the Seven Star Mountain? It is said that Qixing Mountain is really a sect that does not enter the stream, and this seat didn't believe it in the past, but when I saw it today, it was really a rumor! Hey, hey, haha......"

All the disciples were shocked in their hearts:

Zhao Chang's cultivation in the late stage of aging qi was not even seen by this evil cultivator, wouldn't the other party's cultivation be so deep that he would surpass Elder Zhao?

Could it be that the real strength of the other party has reached the Jindan period or above?

Zhao Songlan also noticed the expressions on the faces of the disciples, and immediately shouted in a deep voice:

"Don't be frightened by this demon's words, if he really has the strength to overcome this seat, why should he pretend to be a ghost like this?"

As soon as everyone thought about it, this was indeed the truth, and they all calmed down, ready to look forward to a big battle between Elder Zhao and that evil cultivator.

Being able to watch a high-level battle up close can play a huge role in improving the disciples' vision and actual combat experience, and everyone will certainly not let go of such an opportunity.

"Jie Ji, Zhao Songlan, do you really think that this seat will be afraid of you?"

As the strange voice sounded again, a rustling sound suddenly reached everyone's ears, and then, by the last ray of day, they saw a rotting corpse and a skeleton come out of the grave bag in all directions, and staggered towards the place where everyone was.

"Your sister, is it possible that there are necromancers in this immortal cultivation world?"

Guo Qingyang secretly complained about the painting style in front of him in his heart, but there was no panic in his heart.

For one, he had seen how disgusting corpses were in several mission planes, and these rotting corpses and skeleton shelves really couldn't cause him any fear; Second, in Guo Qingyang's cognition, these rotting corpses, skeletons, or something are actually the most ineffective things, at best, they are just used to scare rookies who don't know anything.

Sure enough, after seeing these disgusting things, Zhao Songlan's face did not change at all, and with a wave of his hand, a small flying sword shot out of his sleeve, and the autumn wind swept away the leaves, smashing them to pieces.

The evil aura attached to the blue-gold flying sword directly shattered the yin and evil mana attached to these carrion corpses and skeletons, so that they could no longer control the bodies of the dead.

"If Your Excellency only has this means, it is better not to take it out as soon as possible!"

Zhao Songlan's tone was indifferent, and he said indifferently in the dark.

The eerie voice immediately replied with a strange smile:

"Hey, hey, haha, don't hurry, these are just hors d'oeuvres, and this seat will let you taste it right away!"

Guo Qingyang, who was on the side, suddenly looked at Zhao Songlan at this time, and said with some uncertainty:

"Uncle Shi, could these be the means of the evil cultivator to delay time? As you have just said, this is a place of absolute darkness. ”

Guo Qingyang didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already obvious.

Since the other party is going to use the yin qi of this place to cultivate, and he is also a monk who is good at yin and evil methods, then his strength must be matched with the surrounding environment in order to give full play.

So, when can the opponent's strength be maximized?

Of course, it is best to wait until late at night, when the yang energy between heaven and earth declines, and the yin energy is in full bloom.

After this reminder, Zhao Songlan also immediately thought of this layer, and her face couldn't help but become a little serious.

"Hey, you little doll can see through this, Qixing Mountain is not all mediocre talents!"

The evil cultivator was very surprised, and then his voice was full of killing intent, and he said gloomily:

"I can't leave you in this seat!"

In an instant, there was another change in the forest, and a cloud of black evil qi suddenly shrouded from all around, quickly approaching the area where the monks of the Seven Star Mountain were located.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Songlan's eyes suddenly flashed, and the golden-cyan small flying sword flew out again, jumping quickly a few times in the black mist in front of Guo Qingyang, making a series of tinkling sounds.

Guo Qingyang's face turned pale with fright, and he clearly saw that the tiny jet-black bone nails in the black mist were knocked to the ground by Zhao Songlan's flying sword, and they were full of an eerie cold aura.

"Damn, call you!"

couldn't help but gently slap it on his face, Guo Qingyang immediately took out a large number of magic talismans from the small Qiankun bag, and tore them all apart, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, and blessed himself with layers of defensive magic covers.

At the end, Guo Qingyang also handed a defensive talisman to several inner disciples beside him, winning the other party's grateful eyes.

Of course, it is doubtful that these talismans with really bad defensive power can withstand the attack of that evil cultivator.

"Truly, who can stop the person who is going to be killed in this seat?"

The gloomy voice came from all directions again, but Zhao Songlan's eyes narrowed slightly, and once again activated the small golden-cyan flying sword in his hand, and it flew away in one direction in the darkness.

The disciples heard a soft cry from the darkness, and the black fog around them surged violently.

"Hit!"

At this moment, all the disciples couldn't help but cheer in their hearts.

As soon as it began, everyone was besieged here, and they couldn't figure out the specific location of the evil cultivator at all, and it was impossible for these young disciples not to panic in their hearts. At this moment, when he finally saw that Zhao Songlan's attack was effective, Dengshi's heart relaxed a lot, it seemed that the evil cultivator was not too powerful, at least Elder Zhao's blow could hurt him, right?

Once again, the confidence of victory returned to the hearts of the disciples.