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In front of the stone hall, the faces of Feng Mingxuan and the others were extremely gloomy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info They all flew into the air, watching the undead not far away as they deployed their troops.

These undead creatures no longer have the slightest concealment - those who are no different from the monks, those who stand at the top, form their own groups, away from the battlefield, just watching. The rest of the undead, however, were no longer separated from each other, gathering together in a haphazard manner, roaring at the monk's defenses.

Almost every monk knew that the top of the undead was not much different from the peak powerhouse of the monk - the only difference was between treasures and supernatural powers. But the innate power possessed by these undead creatures, speaking carefully, does not seem to be much worse than that of Mahayana monks.

The only difference is the treasure. Nowadays, those Mahayana monks who hold the innate supreme treasure are the most powerful and final power.

But...... How many Mahayana monks are there in the cultivation world? Even if all the forces take out all their strength, it will only be a few hundred-well, plus the Tribulation monks, a few thousand, is that enough?

Look at the undead again...... That black pressed piece, how much more than tens of thousands?

Slowly, the camp of the undead was arranged, and all the monks had a look of despair on their faces.

In front of them was a black crushing monster, all of them extremely hideous, emitting a tyrannical and bloodthirsty roar. Behind these monsters was a group of undead creatures indistinguishable from monks, standing one by one, cold and ruthless.

And the most amazing thing is the monsters that have never appeared on the battlefield before. The monster that was as fat and rancid as a hill was extremely agile and galloped and looked at each other coldly, and the knight who rode the dragon had countless arms that made people look terrified......

"Rotten Bone Bird!" suddenly shouted for some unknown person.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw that in the gray sky, boundless dark clouds suddenly appeared, floating rapidly from the sky. When I looked closely, I found that there were dark clouds that covered most of the sky?

It's just a rotten bone bird, after all, it's just cannon fodder that attacks by numbers. But the monks could clearly see that above these rotten bone birds, there was a small dark cloud.

This dark cloud, but by a group of ...... Ribbed two-winged monsters. These monsters, human-looking, have a beak and a keen eye, and even see that they have thin feathers on their faces.

The wings on their backs are no longer in tatters of the carrion birds, but have a layer of skin attached to the white bones.

"What kind of monster is that?" Suddenly, Yang Yili's eyes froze, and he gasped, "The giant bat monster in the weeping canyon!"

Yes, that group of monsters, surrounded by a group of giant bats. These giant bats, however, are the size of adults, and their faces are indistinguishable from those of bats. It's just that there is a raging flame burning in those pair of eye sockets!

These giant bats, apparently in the form of leaders, drove these rotting bone birds to sweep forward.

Although these giant bats are not humanoid, when it comes to the Weeping Canyon, how can Feng Mingxuan and the others not know about its danger? Only those little monks, for some reason, are still secretly glad that there are no earth-shattering monsters among the rotten bone birds.

Between heaven and earth, it gradually became dark. The dim light, obscured by the flock of rotten bones, and the sound of the flapping of its wings, like a violent wind, and like an angry tide, made everyone's face change color.

Are these undead finally about to launch their final attack?

A long cry suddenly sounded, coming from where the monks could not see. With this shout, the undead creatures in front of the array stopped the noise in unison, and looked at the monk camp with a pair of burning eyes.

The rotting bone bird in the sky hovered rapidly, and from a distance, it looked like a whirlpool of dark clouds.

Feng Mingxuan and the others closed their eyes slightly, even if they wanted to escape at this moment, they couldn't escape - once they retreated, the entire defense line would collapse immediately. Then, the undead struck at the attack, and they couldn't avoid it!

wanted to calculate the Sword Pavilion, but in the end it ended up like this!

But...... No matter what, almost all the high-level leaders of the Sword Pavilion are here, and even if they die, they will all die together. Thinking of this, it somewhat comforted Qin Tiantian and them.

The formation burst into operation, and countless rays of light rose up, forming a barrier. All the monks held their breath and waited for the cruelest moment to come.

The undead creatures also began to stir, and the bloodthirsty and brutal aura began to whirl.

The current situation, a thousand shots!

And at this moment, suddenly those giant bats hovering in the sky let out a long and sharp roar!

The sound was so sudden that the monks could not help but attack. I saw a sudden burst of light on the ground, like a cloud, rushing towards the huge whirlpool in the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as Feng Mingxuan and the others saw this situation, they immediately issued an order to prepare for the battle.

But the result is so weird.

The formation was launched, and it attacked violently, and there was no idea how many rotten bone birds there were in the sky, and they turned into ashes and scattered with the wind in an instant. But these rotten bone birds did not impact down, but instantly flew to a higher place, out of the combat position.

Then all the monks saw that the giant bats were making a high-pitched hissing sound. In the midst of that brain-piercing sound, the monks could hear a kind of extreme anger.

And also...... A hint of panic!

Then, they saw that those giant bats, without hesitation, turned around, and a layer of light suddenly shrouded their bodies, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

The peak army of undead creatures in the rear, who had always been calm and calm, also began to riot. The monks saw that the monster that was as fat as a mountain was gone, and the monster with many arms on the dragon was also gone......

For a while, those monsters that challenged the monk's aesthetic bottom line either turned into brilliance and broke through the sky, or ran wildly with their legs and brought up smoke and dust, or the black wind swept forward, and they all disappeared without a trace.

After that, a series of shouts were heard. The army of undead creatures that were about to move instantly retreated and made a posture of encirclement. And those top-level undead creatures formed an array in an instant, and then at least half of them turned around and ran wildly, disappearing from everyone's field of vision in an instant.

This...... What's going on here?

The monks looked at each other.

After a long while, I don't know who roared: "Could it be that the seniors of the Sword Pavilion have found the lair of these monsters?"

The faces of Feng Mingxuan and the others immediately became gloomy.

At the moment when the giant bat was roaring angrily, Xu Yiyang and the others were exactly one third of the way deep into the weeping canyon. Along the way, they didn't encounter any attacks from the undead, only the howling wind.

The nervousness at the beginning has now turned into indifference, but it will never relax. These Mahayana monks took turns to step forward to fight against Gangfeng, and although their steps were difficult, they also saw hope after more than an hour—a thousand zhang away, there was an exit.

Relieved, Nangong Boshan chuckled: "It seems that the undead creatures here have also been dispatched." Although this has greatly increased the pressure on the defensive line, it is indeed good news for our trip. ”

The drunken ghost nodded, but his face was filled with deep worry: "But we have been fighting the undead for several years, but we have never seen a giant bat attack here...... These undead creatures are really scary, and I don't know what tricks they are playing. ”

Several people talked and laughed and walked forward, and the exit was in front of them.

But at this moment, all of a sudden, there was a big noise!

Xu Yiyang couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart - this was by no means the whistling sound of the gangfeng. When I looked up, I saw that in the sky above my head, several rays of light suddenly appeared, like a flying boat riding the wind and waves, and it was close in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nangong Boshan shouted: "Let's go out and talk about it!"

As he spoke, Yang Xianyi, who had propped up the defensive cover, shouted angrily, no longer caring about whether the consumption of strength was too much. The thin light mask, in the midst of this angry shout, instantly brightened, and then flew forward.

The Tribulation Cultivator erupted with all his strength, coupled with the huge power of the Innate Supreme Treasure to fly, the distance of a thousand zhang was only a few feet. Xu Yiyang was in the light mask, but he looked at the sky—there, a group of monsters like giant bats were swooping down at high speed.

And Nangong Boshan roared angrily, and the domineering spirit of the Mahayana monks was fully revealed. I saw that the half-pinched magic trick in his hand suddenly hit out, and suddenly there was a flash in the void.

Subsequently, when the first three giant bats fell into the wind, they disappeared without a trace in an instant and turned into dust.

Seeing such a scene, how could everyone not know that this giant bat could resist the wind by not relying on its hard body at all......

Nangong Boshan struck a blow and killed the attacking giant bat, and his body was also fast, and he instantly followed Xu Yiyang and the others out.

This step out, weeping canyon, is behind you.

Behind him, there was the endless angry roar of the giant bat! Nangong Boshan looked back, even if he had cultivated to a high level, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this moment-almost the moment he left the Weeping Canyon, the wind was full of brilliance!

Every bit of brilliance is a giant bat, roaring and shouting angrily at the moment. And Nangong Boshan, who made the shot, knows the strength of these giant bats better than anyone else......