Fang Tingting, who was injured and fell to the ground, stiffened at first, but immediately thought of something, stood up from the ground suddenly, and looked anxiously at the direction where Ziling was, even if she couldn't see anything under the thick yellow sand.

"Senior sister, did you hear that? He's not dead yet. Fang Tingting burst into tears.

Luo Ziyi also stood up from the ground, a shallow smile curled at the corner of his mouth, nodded lightly, and did not speak. However, there was a look of relief on his face.

The rugged young man from Yunxiaomen endured the severe pain in his body, and struggled hard for a long time before he could sit up. He was already injured, and the powerful attack from before would undoubtedly make it even worse.

After trying for a long time, he sighed helplessly, and just lay on the ground like this, turning his head to look into the distance, with a look of great emotion on his face.

Not far away, Han Aya'er, who was almost unconscious, instantly woke up after hearing the words of her elder, and after staring at the distance for a moment in a daze, a somewhat desolate smile flashed in her eyes, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Mi Xinrou sat in place a little embarrassed, with a blood mark on the corner of her mouth, looking into the distance expressionlessly, her face did not show any surprise, it seemed that she had guessed this a long time ago.

She sat motionless, her eyes a little cold, and her expression a little annoyed. Because, she almost died here just now.

Far from abating, the wails around them increased. Thousands of people, without exception, were injured in some way or another, but they were undoubtedly far luckier than those who died unjustly.

Although everyone had seen that many people could no longer stand up, no one thought of leaving. All eyes were cast in the same direction.

In that direction, there were loud ringings and bursts of piercing wind sounds, which made them nervous and a little itchy. Although the yellow sand is fading, it is still difficult to see anything.

"The tongue isn't dead yet."

A very emotional voice suddenly sounded around him, and I don't know who made it, I only heard it, but I didn't see it.

"We almost died under such aftermath, and he didn't die under that blow."

"These eight achievements are a conspiracy of the Mi family, otherwise, if the Mi family really wants to kill him, he will not be able to escape."

"Judging from the current situation, he may not escape death in the end."

"Unfortunately, we can't see anything."

Although everyone stayed, no one would think that he could escape. Even those who had previously held a miracle had completely given up.

If there really was a way to use the dialect, it was impossible for him not to use it at this time. He has been beaten unconscious by the Mi family now, and there seems to be only one way to go waiting for him.

In mid-air, Ziling had a frosty face, his eyes were like swords, and he looked coldly at the two people who were fighting in front of him.

A few feet in front of her, two figures were surging with vitality, constantly attacking each other, preventing each other from approaching her. Just a moment later, three rapid wind-breaking sounds sounded on the side, and immediately after, three figures appeared in her sight.

The person at the front was naturally the elder of Lingqing Palace.

The elder of the Lingqing Palace quickly swept around, and then his eyes lit up, and he galloped straight towards Ziling. Behind him, Elder Qingyun Peak and Lin Bo followed closely.

The old man of the Mi family glanced to the side without a trace, and an inexplicable smile curled into the corner of his mouth.

The Yunxiaomen elder happened to see this scene in his eyes and was puzzled.

But the next moment, the behavior of the old man of the Mi family surprised him.

The old man of the Mi family flipped his palm, and he actually sent out a terrifying attack towards the dialect.

The Yunxiaomen elder's pupils shrank, as if he understood something, he couldn't help but gasp, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly looked in the other direction.

The yellow sand in mid-air has become much thinner, and although it is still a little blurry, it is already possible to see the distant scene clearly.

At this glance, his soul was suddenly scattered, and hundreds of miles away, the injured old man of the Mi family appeared there at some point, and in his hand, he tightly controlled a long sword with cold air.

Divine Soldiers!

He was shocked, and as soon as he flipped his palm, an attack appeared in front of Ziling and the two of them out of thin air, trying to block the attack.

He knew very well that if this blow really fell on Fang Yan, he would definitely die, and once he died, the divine soldier would become an ownerless thing, and the person hundreds of zhang away would instantly take the divine soldier as his own!

What a seamless scheme!

From the very beginning, all of them have fallen into the trap designed by the Mi family! All the traps are interlocking, and they can't guard against them.

"Boom!"

A loud noise sounded in the distance half a zhang in front of Ziling, and the attack made by the elder of the Yunxiao Sect and the attack of the old man of the Mi family converged in midair. Then, his attack vanished in an instant, and the attack from the Mi family elder fell straight to the dialect.

How could he block the attack he had been building up in a hurry?

The powerful attack came in front of Fang Yan in the blink of an eye, and fell straight in front of him. If this attack does fall, he will surely die.

The Yunxiao Gate Elder sighed, knowing that it was too late.

However, just when this attack was about to fall on Fang Yan, Zi Ling, who was holding Fang Yan, turned sharply and used his body to block the blow.

"Bang!"

A dull sound sounded in time, and Ziling's petite body trembled violently, and then flew down to the ground in a straight line.

The loud noise made the three people of Delingqing Palace also stunned, and when they saw that the attack was directed at Fang Yan, their expressions were all shocked. After a moment, the three of them seemed to have thought of something, and their bodies turned sharply, and they wanted to run towards the rear again.

But the next moment, their figures stopped suddenly, as if they were frozen, and looked at the figure hundreds of zhang away, the figure holding the divine soldier with a shocked expression!

"Huh!"

Another powerful attack flashed out from the old man of the Mi family, chasing Ziling and galloping away, looking at his appearance, he seemed to be a little uneasy, worried that the previous attack would not be able to kill the dialect.

Ziling was already unconscious, but his hands were tightly holding the dialect and fell straight down.

And at this moment, Fang Yan, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes leisurely, and looked weakly at the rapid attack behind him, with a look of despair.

After a moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his heart moved, and he wanted to destroy the divine soldier and let it return to this heaven and earth.

But at this moment, a long groan that made him feel familiar came from a distance.