All the monks who escaped were afraid, glad and deeply saddened.

There were too many people who died, and everyone felt uncomfortable and had a heavy heart.

This time, more than half of the elite of the Righteous Path Sect died, and now what are they going to do to destroy the Demon Sect?

Thinking about the previous plan to exterminate the Demon Sect, it seems to be a joke now.

After coming out of the Asgard Palace, let's think about how to resist the Demon Sect that is bound to invade!

"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci accepted the golden bowl, his face was very pale, and the control of the golden bowl had already consumed his spiritual power.

Next to him, Gu Tianhan was no better than him.

Su Qingwei was even weaker, and the three jade leaves completely absorbed the aura in her dantian, and she held it in her hand at this time.

Suddenly, her back was cold, and a sense of crisis arose, and she subconsciously turned to the side.

"Boom"

A majestic sea of spiritual power from behind struck her position, killing all the people behind her.

"Miss Nalan Yue's jade soul is shattered, you should die too!" A gray-clothed mid-infant monk appeared in front of her in an instant, with endless hatred in his sad tone, and attacked Su Qingwei again.

As soon as the coercion of the middle of the Yuan Infant was released, it made the monks fearful!

Next to them, Xuan Ci and Gu Tianhan were in a hurry, but they couldn't help much.

The monks on the side also retreated far away in unison, for fear of being affected by the battle.

Su Qingwei narrowly avoided this, but was affected by the palm wind, and fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The Friar walked towards her with a blank face, and wanted to finish her off with a single palm.

And although the onlookers couldn't bear it, and even many of them escaped by relying on the spiritual power path that Su Qing had slightly illusioned, no one dared to make a move, because the difference in strength was too great.

And the remaining infant monks all turned a deaf ear. Jiang Lao, the Yuan Infant Stage Monk of Shumen, had already left the Immortal Palace, and Tianxuanzong didn't come in for some reason this time, and there were many fewer disciples who came in.

Many people know Su Qingwei's identity, and they have all studied the supreme Tao Sutra, but in the face of life and death, they all choose to remain silent.

Human nature is so realistic.

"Let's go to hell and accompany our young lady!" The gray-clothed monk's tone was extremely loud, and a spiritual light pointed out from his fingertips and hit Su Qingwei.

At the moment of crisis, Su Qingwei reluctantly opened the space and wanted to hide in. Expose it, expose it, it's better than death.

However, before she could act, a strong white light suddenly emitted from the three jade leaves she held in her hand. The white light not only struck away the incoming attack, but also hit the center of the gray-clothed mid-infant monk's forehead.

In an instant, the blood bloomed in the center of the gray-clothed monk's forehead, and the poor monk couldn't even die before he could leave his body.

The changes in front of him exceeded the expectations of all the monks, and Su Qingwei's eyes were a little moist, and he looked at the white light in a daze.

The two shots, the white light was already a little illusory, and it flew in front of Su Qingwei like a spiritual intelligence, and circled around her.

Then, the white light turned into a heart shape and was imprinted on Su Qingwei's forehead, slowly dissipating.

In a trance, Su Qingwei seemed to hear Di Chen's voice, and sighed softly helplessly: "For the teacher, you will be in the spirit world, don't let the teacher always worry!" ”

Su Qingwei lowered her head, hid the tears in her eyes, and turned to look at her right hand.

Between the right hands, the three jade leaves completely lost their luster and became extremely dull.

Su Qingwei put them away with great pity.

Master, you saved me again.

But do you know......

I miss you so much!