Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little stunned.

What surprised him was not because Bai Ye could defeat the other party, but because he could defeat Li Yan, who was already a land immortal, but the scene in front of him.

He looked at the ground not far in front of him, and at the foot of Bai Ye, Li Yan's figure was like a decaying thing at this moment, slowly turning into ashes and dissipating.

All that's left, so a lot of bones.

Three figures broke through the sky at this moment, not flying, but their speed was like flying.

Ye Yin, Song Lao, Xuanyuan.

Ye Yin's face was a little resentful at the moment, and he reprimanded.

"What the hell is going on! I let you leave the team without permission! Eh, Ye worry-free? ”

Ye Wuwu stared at Ye Yin, and Ye Yin also looked at him at the moment, looking at each other, big eyes to small eyes.

Ye Yin is small-eyed.

Bai Ye's expression remained unchanged, but he looked at the white bones on the ground in his eyes, and there was a little more doubt, he turned to look at Ye Yin and the others, and said lightly.

"I killed the land immortals."

As soon as the words came out, the hall was silent.

Song Lao was the first to react, his toes swept lightly, but in the blink of an eye, he came to the white bones that had been scattered, and the old man's eyes were staring at the white bones.

He was surprised almost instantly, and then there was silence for a while, and then he spoke slowly.

"It's indeed an immortal skeleton."

Ye Wuwu felt a little strange in his heart.

Song Lao has a lot of stories, and he knows this.

But he didn't know what Song Lao had experienced, otherwise there would be no Song Lao's words on the Sword Mountain that day.

Bai Ye's expression was leisurely, and his gaze swept over Song Lao, as if he said casually.

"In Penglai, there will indeed be immortals."

Old Song stood up from the ground in an instant, not caring about the rest of the subtle meanings between Bai Ye's words, but his eyes were sharp, and he said slowly word by word.

"That's for the best."

The best, why the best?

Ye Wuwu shrank his neck, the big guy spoke, he naturally didn't have any ideas.

However, listening to Song Lao's tone and his expression, for him, immortals are not a good existence.

"Why is it the best?"

A flat voice rang out, echoing all around.

Old Song crossed his arms around his chest, didn't think much about it, and replied nonchalantly.

"If you can slaughter the immortals, that's naturally the best."

Ye Wuwu's gaze suddenly froze, his lips opened slightly, and he just wanted to say something, but then a ray of light broke through the air and suddenly exploded in front of him.

The huge light made Ye Wuwu can't help but close his eyes, and the huge impact force followed, he only felt that his body was under the violent strong wind, and he couldn't stop retreating again and again, I don't know how many zhang.

There was a muffled grunt, a painful sound.

The huge storm of sword qi swept everything, and Ye Wuwu opened his eyes with a sense of discomfort, but he could only see that on the open space in front of him, Song Lao knelt on one knee, and his breath was embarrassed.

And in front of him, there were Bai Ye and Ye Yin with solemn faces.

The sword was unsheathed, and the spear was clenched in his hand.

The corners of Song Lao's mouth overflowed with a touch of red, and he breathed for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said.

"Thank you."

If it weren't for Bai Ye and Ye Yin's synesthesia, I'm afraid that Song Lao would have died here.

Everyone was a little frightened at the moment, looking at a man in brocade who appeared here at some point.

It's He Tong.

This immortal from the heavens, with his hands behind his back at the moment, stepped on the air, step by step, unhurried and slow.

He didn't speak, but every move made people's hearts sink a little.

There is only one explanation for the way in which we can walk in the air.

Land Immortals.

He Tong's expression was flat, his gaze swept over everyone, almost staying at all, except for a slight pause on Xuanyuan's body, but he also moved away, and in the end, it was still fixed on Bai Ye.

He spoke softly, his voice indifferent, but there was a hint of approval in his tone.

"Reaching the peak of the extreme realm, there are few people in the world who can understand the true meaning of this realm, but I didn't expect that in the lower realm, there are also people who can do this."

"This land immortal who has an empty realm but does not have any luck will be killed by you, that is also inevitable."

He Tong waved his hand lightly, and the white bones on the ground dissipated.

Then, He Tong continued to speak, but his tone was a little joking.

"But even a mere mortal dares to speak wildly, I'm here, but I want to see what you can do?"

Immortals!

Ye Wuwu spared his head and took a deep breath, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

He gave Feng Yun a look.

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, and then nodded firmly, as if he understood what Ye Wuwu meant.

Ye Wuwu smiled and nodded, and then gave Zhang Mingxuan and the others who were far away.

Zhang Mingxuan frowned, but nodded, comprehending.

Ye Wuwu saw that everyone understood their thoughts, and sighed with relief, and then.

His figure quietly stepped back.

His decision is to slip!

Thirty-six strategies, go for the best policy.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, climb to the peak and even land immortals fight, even if Ye Wuwu has the heart, he is powerless.

Staying is also a mess, it's better to withdraw first, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!

But he was stunned.

Because in his sight, Feng Yun, this guy, didn't know what kind of idea he had, he actually put An Ning aside, then grabbed the sword in his hand, and walked towards the battlefield in front.

On the other hand, Zhang Mingxuan is the same.

Holding the ancient talisman, the talisman condensed by the white-bearded Taoist gave Xia Anmeng.

The gazes of both men were resolute, as if they were determined to die.

Ye Wuwu is stupid.

Big brother, I mean run away, not send to death!

But perhaps because of this situation, Ye Wuwu had a trace of hesitation in his heart.

The hand holding the sword did not know whether it was loose or tight for a while.

But just as he hesitated, there was a shout behind him.

In the heart sword induction, several figures also appeared.

Three of them walked in a group, hurrying towards the place.

It was the three of Shennong's family, and at this moment there was surprise and exploration on their faces, and one of them said while running.

"Did you hear the roar of Fang Cai, I said, there is a treasure here, this Penglai trip, you can't come in vain!"

A white-bearded Taoist grabbed Shang Lu and galloped towards this place.

There is a young woman with a negative sword, and there is some dust on her body, obviously she has experienced a lot of twists and turns along the way.

It was ten summers.

More and more figures are coming towards this place at this moment.

The shrinking blue curtain of light in the island drove everyone towards the interior of the island.

In addition, the fog slowly dissipated, and the continuous roar of this place attracted the attention of countless people.

Almost all the warriors who still exist on the island are gathering towards this place.

Ye Wuwu's face was a little stiff, and then he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"It's broken."

Ye Wuwu said silently.

But in his hand, he held the Linyuan Sword tightly.

(End of chapter)