Everyone looked at Meng Wujian's gaze, and they were all shocked.

A deep pit suddenly appeared on the originally flat plain, and there were still Dao sword marks in the pit, and those two saint-level masters, not to mention the corpses, did not even see a piece of minced meat.

Moses couldn't help but open his mouth even more, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses: "This ...... Is this the holy level?Third Uncle, can you do it?"

Hearing this, An'er Moses's third uncle, the highest cultivator among the winged people present, shook his head dumbly, and said with a silent expression: "I can't do it. ”

Looking at the pit hundreds of zhang big and dozens of zhang deep in front of him, a feeling of invincibility surged in his heart: this person is invincible.

If he is allowed to have no sword against Shangmeng, I am afraid that he will not even be able to raise his fighting spirit.

At this time, the black cloud had already entered less than a mile away from Yue Mochen and the others, and behind the black cloud, Fang Minghe and the others who were already looking at each other could be faintly seen.

Seeing this, everyone looked awe-inspired.

Moses turned his head to look at Meng Wujian and said respectfully, "Mr. Meng, what are we going to do next?"

Meng Wujian glanced thoughtfully at An'er Moses, and said in a condensed voice, "Kill!"

But at the same time, he transmitted a message to Yue Mochen and said: "Let them do it, we will retain our strength, I can't use my sword a few more times to move in all directions now." ”

Hearing this, Yue Mochen nodded quietly, he only now realized that Meng Wujian was deliberately revealing his strong strength, not just to kill the other party's two holy martial arts, but more importantly, he wanted to use this strength to deter the masters of the Winged Human Race.

Moses nodded kindly, and began to direct his people to begin the onslaught.

The distance of one mile is only a position that can be reached in a moment for the speed of a warrior, not to mention that the Wing Clan has the wings that all warriors crave.

A moment later, the Winged People's masters encountered a black cloud composed of Black Flame Devouring Bees.

The Black Flame Devouring Bee can be described as a nightmare for martial artists below the heavenly level, and the Eternal Night Mercenary Group of Yue Mochen had to flee in the wilderness when it encountered it, but for the heaven-level martial artists, this spirit beast was only a small trouble at best, especially for the heaven-level masters who had so many numbers like the Wing Clan.

Different from the aura of Sister An'er Moses, the aura of ordinary winged people is white with gold, and only the royal bloodline of the winged people or above the holy level will show pure golden yellow.

At this time, the white and golden fighting qi filled half of the sky, and under the leadership of the two holy martial artists, more than twenty Tianwu winged people flapped their wings and waved their long swords, like a white torrent, and rushed into the black clouds.

"Seeking !!"

The winged people shouted, and with each one, every swing of their swords, a patch of black flame shadow bees fell to the ground.

At this time, the master led by Fang Minghe finally arrived, and one of the old men looked at the Black Flame Shadow Bee with a solemn face, and the heartache in his eyes could not be concealed.

He turned his head, looked at a black-robed middle-aged man beside him, and said fiercely: "Liufeng Xiao!

The black-robed middle-aged man known as Liufeng Xiao was unmoved, just smiled.

Fang Minghe frowned, and said majestically: "Liufeng, come on, Elder Bee, please go and pick up those two people." ”

Obviously, Fang Minghe was referring to the two people in Nangong Mozhong, originally the two of them were rushing straight towards them, but due to the Black Flame Shadow Bee, which had no spiritual intelligence, they had to go around in a big circle to the side, until this time, there was still some distance away from everyone, but there were several winged people chasing after them.

Elder Bee nodded and took a few people to rush to the direction of Nangong Mozhong, while Liufeng Xiao was much more chic, and galloped straight forward alone.

While walking, Liu Feng Xiao let out a long howl, and the momentum on his body was exposed, this person turned out to be a saint-level master!

However, before he could reach the bottom of the black clouds, there was a sudden change on the plains!

A blood light seeped out from the ground, shaking the corpses of the Black Flame Shadow Bees piled up on the ground into powder, and before the two wingman masters could react, they were engulfed in the blood light and disappeared without a trace.

The blood light rushed straight into the clouds, gathering into a demon-red blood pillar, the blood pillar was filled with blood light that rushed to the sky, and what was faintly visible in the blood light was a black ethereal figure like a ghost, everyone knew that it was the remnant soul condensed by the spirit in the blood.

The ghost shadow swirled in the bloodlight, as if in a huge vortex, and sometimes let out a terrible scream.

Looming, all the ghosts continued to dissolve, and finally turned into nothingness, but condensed into mysterious runes, under the dense light of the blood-colored pillar of light, the runes gradually changed, and finally condensed into crystals like blood-colored glass, before they stopped rotating.

The static runes were arranged in an orderly manner on the pillar of light, like a huge red stele, and those glittering blood, majestic and domineering runes were the inscriptions of this giant stele.

It is like a skyscraper tower connecting heaven and earth, with the power of penetrating the sky, it appears out of thin air, connecting heaven and earth, and everyone stops fighting and stares at this majestic pillar of light.

It's just that everyone present doesn't know the meaning of these inscriptions, and even Yue Mochen, who has a deep understanding of ancient texts, doesn't understand the meaning of these runes.

Suddenly, the blood light flashed again, and everyone who was concentrating on studying the runes was suddenly hit hard!

Among the crowd, Yue Mochen, who was a little weaker, lowered his head in a hurry, his whole body was full of qi and blood, and he coughed a few times, and a large piece of blood foam suddenly spurted out from his throat, and his internal organs trembled for a while, and even blood overflowed from his nostrils, dripping to the ground drop by drop.

Even the highest cultivation of Meng Wujian was uncomfortable, the aura in his body was surging uncontrollably, although he did not vomit blood, but he felt that he was firmly locked by a powerful aura.

"This blood-colored pillar of light is so weird, it's better for the young master to be careful!" Meng Wujian said as he forcibly controlled the breath in his body and protected Yue Mochen behind him.

Yue Mochen suddenly felt that his body was relaxed, but the others were not so lucky, so they had to secretly use all their strength to resist this invisible force, and at the same time, they were all shocked in their hearts: what is this blood-red pillar of light and the runes in it? This power is simply too great to be reasonable!

However, before everyone could figure out what was going on, it was already a mutation and rebirth!

Several successive thunderbolts fell out of thin air, and the blood-colored pillars of light gradually faded, turning into a faint blood mist, and the runes in it were flying all over the sky!

These blood mist suddenly expanded outward to a range of nearly a hundred miles, and then quickly retracted inward. Including the Winged People's side, Fang Minghe's side, and even the Eternal Night Mercenary Group hiding in the absentee camp, everyone was shrouded in this strange blood mist.