Time flickered, and in the second half of the night, the monks of various factions did not stop looking for panacea or fighting because of the arrival of twilight, but became more lively.

Although Han Mo was resting in the tree hole, he sensed the noise outside.

He wanted to stand still, but suddenly heard Ye Caiyun's prompt tone.

"Senior, if you can devour the immortal souls of the monks who died in battle, it will also be of great help to your cultivation of the Soul Formula." Seeing that Han Mo had no intention of going out, Ye Caiyun hurriedly reminded.

In her opinion, the Tianshan Trial is a good opportunity to kill other major sects, even if they kill people and seize treasures, they will not be known, let alone resented and wanted.

"Is that true?" Han Mo frowned and asked, "In that 'Soul Formula', isn't it only recorded that the souls of extremely good and evil people are useful to those who cultivate the 'Soul Formula'?" ”

"If you go back to your predecessors, that "Soul Formula" is not complete, when the Soul Sect snatched my Ye family's "Soul Formula", it was torn up by my Ye family. After the whitewashing of the immortal law, it is difficult to see the tear marks on the torn part. After hearing Han Mo's doubts, Ye Caiyun immediately explained.

After listening, Han Mo quietly opened the "Soul Formula" in the storage bag, and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, as Ye Caiyun said, there were slight tears in the book, and some of the contents were incomplete.

"Well, you wait here, I'll go out." After confirming it, Han Mo couldn't hold back any longer, and decided to take a risk, if he was lucky, he could also gain a lot.

As soon as Han Mo came out of the tree hole, he was attacked by a cold and biting cold wind, and he couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly ran the exercises to defend against the enemy.

It turned out that the temperature at night in the Tianshan Mountains was several times lower than that of the outside world, and as soon as Han Mo stepped out, the clothes on his body were frozen, fortunately, Han Mo urged the spell in time, otherwise even if his cultivation was profound, I am afraid that he would be hurt a little by the cold.

Then, Han Mo used his powerful Yuan Infant Divine Sense to fly towards a team of monks who were in battle.

Han Mo flew all the way, the speed was extremely fast, and soon he came to a hundred feet away from the monk team and hid.

At this moment, the two monks around the middle stage of foundation building seemed to be in a bitter battle, their faces were pale and obviously tired, while the monks around them who were attacking them were constantly attacking them.

The two joined forces, but they still couldn't stop everyone, not only that, they had already suffered a lot of injuries, and the monks around them had the upper hand for a while by virtue of their numerical advantage.

"It can't go on like this, we have to find a way to retreat first." One of the monks gritted his teeth, his face full of anxiety, and said to the other.

"It's a pity that my junior sister was captured by them." The other monk also had a look of anger on his face, but he still kept his senses and said, "Let's get out of here first, find the rest of the sect's team, and find a way to rescue the junior sister!" ”

"Good!" The two looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

The two glanced at each other, and then they both performed a retreat technique, trying to escape.

However, their movements immediately attracted the attention of the others, and several sword lights immediately followed.

The two mid-foundation monks were wounded again, where were the opponents of the foundation building monks who besieged them.

In the blink of an eye, the light of the two dimmed, and they were obviously injured.

"Hahaha...... Why are the two Taoist friends in such a hurry to leave? Don't you want your little sister? I have heard that the Immortal Sword Sect is full of affectionate and righteous people! A deep voice sounded, with ridicule and sarcasm, disgusting to the extreme.

"Hmph, the two of us are desperately trying to pull a few cushions today!" A slightly shrill woman's voice came, and it was obvious that this woman had a strong personality.

"In that case, we're welcome, take it for me!" The deep male voice shouted.

Suddenly, several sword lights struck at the two mid-foundation cultivators in unison.

Seeing this, the two did not dodge or hide, but silently sacrificed their weapons, ready to resist a wave and buy time to rush out.

However, their ideas are wonderful. The reality is often harsh.

Before they could rush out, they were slashed in the back by the sword light that came from behind them, and blood flowed instantly.

The two of them snorted in pain, their bodies were unstable, and after stumbling a few steps, they fell to the ground.

At this time, the deep male voice sounded, with a hint of pride and contempt, and sneered: "Vulnerable." ”

The two struggled to hold on to the ground, barely standing up straight.

"Your Immortal Spirit Sect is too shameless, don't you be afraid of others laughing at you?" The two knew that they were no match for each other, and one of the female cultivators scolded viciously.

"Huh, Shame Smile?"

Hearing these two key words, the person who took the lead almost burst out laughing: "How many unsightly things have you Immortal Sword Sect done in secret before, you know better." Now, you two can't beat it, so you want to move out of benevolence, righteousness and morality to bind us? Dream! ”

After that, the man waved the long sword in his hand and said with a cruel smile: "Don't talk nonsense, none of you can run away today!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he rushed towards the two of them.

On the other side, Han Mo hid in a big tree, watching the changes.

As the saying goes, the snipe and the clam compete for the profit of the fisherman, and he only needs to wait patiently for the two groups of men and horses to fight to the death, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman himself.

Moreover, looking at the words of these two groups of people tearing each other down, they know that they are not a good thing, and they can't choose to attack the Immortal Sword Sect because they are not used to seeing more people and bully fewer people.

"Boom!"

"Poof! Burst! ”

"Click!"

"Bang! Boom! ”

The sound of loud noises, explosions, and the collision of spiritual power is endless.

A fierce battle lasted for a while before it gradually subsided.

In the end, it ended with the death of two disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect.

"Senior brother, these two disciples of the Sword Immortal Sect are so powerful, it took us a lot of exercises to take it."

A disciple of the Immortal Spirit Sect said as he wiped his blood-stained long sword.

"Hehe, no matter how arrogant the two of them are, they hate this today." As he spoke, the leader walked over to the two bodies.

However, as soon as these Immortal Spirit Sect disciples had not taken a step, there was a sudden violent wind around them, and immediately after, an extremely arrogant voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"How many monks are in the foundation building period, I don't know how many tricks Han can take?" This voice was full of mockery and murderous intent.

"Who?" The monk who took the lead exclaimed, quickly drew the sword at his waist, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly, while raising his voice and said, "Who is Your Excellency?" Please also show up. ”

Han Mo slowly jumped down from the twilight and landed in front of several people......