The spiritual power of the scroll is leaking, and the spiritual power of the cultivators in the scroll is also beginning to erode northward.

Chu Gu Ming took a sip of tea, "I'll come, I'll come!"

A young cultivator popped up on the side, "Where are you going? What for?"

"I'll open the scroll and take everyone out!"

Chu Guming drank clear tea, and now it looks like he is drunk.

The young cultivator was dumbfounded, "None of us are disciples of the Misty Master sitting down, and we can't cast spells on the scroll at will."

Holding the teacup, he said to the young cultivator, "Remember. We are now at the end of our rope. It is difficult to come from the thunderbolt, we are frightened step by step, and this rhythm cannot last long after all. You're still young, and you have to remember that when you leave here, you must take everyone with you and find a safe shelter." Chinese Net

The young cultivator remembers Wu Xiangyi.

He had been practicing in the Dingfeng Sect since he was ten years old, and it had been nearly six years now.

In his eyes, the Dingfeng Sect is the most powerful sect, and it is a sect that will never produce the so-called catastrophe.

But the current situation has forced him to accept reality.

Judging from the current situation, Chu Guming is the oldest person among them, and for ordinary cultivators, he is also the person who has cultivated to the highest level.

In this way, it seems that the task of breaking the scroll has to be his.

"Remember, remember, protect your brothers and sisters. When we go out, we don't know what will happen. It could be a false alarm, or maybe we're embattled right now. You are the eldest brother, you have to remember to protect everyone."

Chu is calm and relaxed, not at all like he is explaining a matter of life and death.

Chu Guming drank all the tea in his hand, moved his sleeves, and put away all the tea sets.

Then, he condensed the spiritual power of his whole body, and after a blast, the scroll cracked a crack.

It was a wasteland, with rolling hills not far to the north, and it looked like a miasma.

All the disciples escaped from the scroll.

Except for Chu Guming.

Wu Xiangyi was still a little ignorant.

He looked at the junior brothers and sisters around him, and never thought that he would suddenly become their dependence.

Chu Guming has been extinguished, and the fragrance of tea overflowing from his body has not faded for a long time.

On the flat wasteland, there is a sword.

Wu Xiangyi walked in to take a look and found that it was the Xuanling Sword.

The Xuanling Sword used its last spiritual power to smoothly drop the scroll to the ground.

There is a smell of Meizu ashes here, but it is not very strong, compared with the Dingfeng Sect, it is really not a problem.

So what did the Xuanling Sword encounter? This is a vast plain, and there are no people in Lidu, how could the dignified Xuanling Sword fall for no reason?

The hills to the north were gradually covered with dark clouds.

Later, you can see the people of Lidu riding horses up the mountain.

Chubby pointed to the person at the top and said, "That person's face is so strange!"

The young Wu Xiangyi looked carefully at the people on the mountain.

The leader was none other than Descendant.

The eldest prince of Lidu, no one has ever been able to escape from his meteor hammer.

Someone spoke in his ear, pointing this way.

Then, a large shadow-like thing rushed towards everyone.

Wu Xiangyi didn't have time to think, and shouted loudly, "Run!"

Everyone started running towards the south.

Wu Xiangyi picked up the fat and ran hard

But the shadows behind them came like flowing water. The chances of escape are slim to none.

Wu Xiangyi realizes that unless a miracle happens, they will all die here.

When the shadow approached, Wu Xiangyi could see that they were all puppets.

The face is dull, yellow and dull.

Slender silk threads tugged at their limbs, like marionettes made from heaven.

At the last moment, Wu Xiangyi ordered: "Fence up!"

A habit that all Dingfeng Sect people know.

In the event of no choice, everyone will gather together.

Martial arts are on the periphery, bunsheng is on the inside, the older ones are on the outside, and the younger ones are on the inside.

All the people of the Dingfeng Sect present began to surround themselves, and Chubby was naturally wrapped in the innermost layer.

The Xuanling Sword was also held in Chubby's hand.

All of them had their backs to Chubby, forming a barrier on the perimeter.

"Chubby, remember, if you live, you must bring the Xuanling Sword to Senior Brother Xuanling, and tell him that we are all grateful to him."

The young cultivators gathered together, forming an enchantment layer by layer.

They wanted a pale blue flower, blooming in the vast wilderness.

On the other side, there is a torrent of shadows.

When countless puppets flocked to the pale blue flowers, the teenagers all calmly accepted death.

The dark image is a flood flowing by.

The people of the Dingfeng Sect present were all spread to the ground, and they were all lifeless.

However, the strange thing is that the enchantment on their bodies is still there.

It is light blue, and it also overflows with the fragrance of tea.

On the hills in the distance, Jiang Que was startled.

They actually cut the thread.

The people of Lidu use the fibers of the wooden structure to make silk threads, thus controlling the image of evil thoughts.

There has never been any spell that can cut the thread.

What method did they use to cut the thread?

Many of the puppets fell beside the blue flowers, and after breaking the threads, they quickly turned to ashes, and were blown away by the Jinfeng on the plain.

Jiang Que pondered in his heart: They are from the Dingfeng Sect, and in the Dingfeng Sect, there are Wei Lin and Zhou Meng, the two of them have indeed dealt with the Falling Sky Mirror, and it is possible to discover the secrets in it. Especially that Zhou Meng.

But now, Zhou Meng is in Meizu, and it is very likely that he has been identified and killed.

And Wei Lin has also been extinguished by the tattoo clock.

The twilight snow that is not in the climate is still falling outside.

Who will it be? Who will it be? What method is used?

He hadn't imagined that it would be that ordinary cultivator who had cracked the secrets of the capital.

The little blue flower on the plain is still blooming.

All the puppets that passed through the little flowers had broken their threads.

Jiang Que needs to go back and check with the tattoo clock.

The Dingfeng Sect may not have been cleaned up yet.

After ordering the rest of the troops to retreat to the mountain, he went to the Dingfeng Sect alone to find the tattooed clock.

On this plain, the little blue flower bloomed in it, and among the stamens of the flower was a sharp sword.

When Jiang Que went to the Dingfeng Sect to find the Pattern Clock, he saw that the Pattern Clock was fiddling with the silk thread of a puppet.

"The people of the Wind-Fixing Sect have broken the thread." Straight to the point.

Wen Zhong turned around coldly: "Who is it?"

"Do you ask me? I don't know who it is, except that his sword is glowing blue. Obviously, his man is gone, most likely dead."

"Blue light, Fixing Wind Sect cultivator. You mean Wei Lone?"

"No, it's not Wei Lian's color, and besides, isn't Wei Lin already dead?"

"It's dead. But apart from Wei Lian, which blue light cultivator could still find a way to crack it?"

"It's shallower than Wei Lian's aura."

"Li Xuanling?"

"You recognize?"

"I don't just know it! He fell from the Agarwood Cliff and didn't die? Where is it? I'll go find him now."