Just when the people of the Hehuan Sect and the Spirit Beast Mountain were about to besiege and kill Yang Yuanzi, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

Buzzing.

At the end of the road, a large area of fiery red suddenly appeared, followed by the panicked exclamations of the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, and they all put away the summoned spirit beasts.

Chen Mo and the others couldn't help but look at the past, and their faces also changed greatly.

The overwhelming colony of fire ants is coming from afar, devouring everything in its path, and the corpses left behind have become skeletons in a short time.

Immediately after that, these bones were eroded into ashes by the residual fire poison.

"Oh my God, that's too much!"

"Run."

First, the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain panicked and dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect were shocked and in chaos.

Even the Scorpio Daoren, Yulu Zhenren and Hook Fairy, who were besieging Yang Yuanzi, also gasped.

Such a large ant colony.

Not to mention these foundation-building monks, even if they are Jindan monks, in the face of such a huge ant colony, I am afraid that they will die for a lifetime, and they can only avoid its edge.

In particular, the more than a dozen highly poisonous flying scorpions controlled by the Scorpion Daoist actually showed signs of getting out of control, so he hurriedly put away these spirit insects like the Qi cultivation disciples.

"Two Taoist friends, I can't accompany you."

Then he fled towards the mountain without the slightest hesitation.

"Damn."

Yulu Zhenren and Hook Fairy, although they don't want to fall short, but seeing that there are millions of ant colonies, each of which has a look of more than ten centimeters, they are constantly approaching with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, and if they don't want to be buried here with Yang Yuanzi, they can only let them go.

"The old man will not die, what you have done, the old man has written it down!"

Yang Yuanzi's qi and blood were vain, and after putting down a cruel word, he desperately fled and disappeared.

Along the winding mountain road, the people of the Hehuan Sect came to the meditation hall and rested here.

The Hook Fairy came forward to appease everyone.

"There is a ban and protection here, the ant colony can't get close, everyone can rest here with peace of mind, Yang Yuanzi can't live in this secret realm."

The meditation hall is located at an intersection.

Sure enough, as the fairy said, after the ant colony approached, the meditation hall revealed a faint Buddha light, driving the ant colony away, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment.

In the other direction, a group of Fallen Valley disciples suddenly burst out.

After discovering the ant colony, these people were also shocked, and hurriedly ran towards the meditation hall, obviously trying to avoid the ant colony by prohibiting this place.

"Old Devil Yulu!!"

The Zhuji male cultivator, who was the leader of these Fallen Valley monks, immediately let out a hysterical roar after seeing the real person of Yulu, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Come on!"

Immediately afterwards, he sacrificed a flag-shaped magic weapon, soared to two meters, and then grasped it in his hand, nearly a hundred meters apart, and waved it fiercely towards Yulu Zhenren.

Suddenly.

The cold wind is surging and surging away.

Hint: Qi and Blood -2.

Hint: Qi and Blood -1.

Hint: Qi and blood ......

Although the main direction of attack of this foundation building monk was not from Chen Mo's side, he was also reminded that he was hurt, and he was obviously affected.

The bitter cold penetrates the bone marrow and penetrates the soul.

This actually made Chen Mo have the illusion that his blood was about to coagulate.

His body couldn't help but tremble, and the reason was not just his body, but the constant influence on his soul.

"Is this the power of the down-and-out wind?"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect, who had just rested for a while, had no choice but to turn on the aura of body protection one after another, and sacrificed various magic weapons to confront the disciples of Luoluo Valley who broke into the ancestral hall.

"Hehe, that person is the Fallen Soul Layman."

It was actually the wind whisperer who approached Chen Mo and sighed, and let out an excited laugh.

He was obviously quite keen on this kind of small-scale team battle, and his tongue couldn't help but lick his lips, the benefits of only two days of entering the secret realm were about to be worth the combined benefits of his previous two disaster missions, this world was indeed a rich land.

Fallen Soul Dweller?

Chen Mo couldn't help but think of some clues he had investigated before.

At the beginning, the female cultivator of Luoluo Valley Zhuji, who was really replenished by Yulu, was the younger sister of the Fallen Soul Layman.

Yulu Zhenren was promoted to the middle stage of foundation building with this, but it also caused the Hehuan Sect to fight with Luoluo Valley for several years, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, and he also lost the puppet because of it, which can be described as a mixed blessing and misfortune.

"Our luck is really good."

Chen Mo laughed at himself.

In addition to the Fallen Soul Layman, there is another foundation building female cultivator in Luoluo Valley, but the number of Qi cultivation disciples is significantly less than that of the Hehuan Sect.

"In the Luoluo Valley Bai Qi Xiu, the teacher inherited the rain curtain Taoist, and the three of them undertook it."

A scene that stunned the three of them appeared.

The battle broke out suddenly, and the three people who were fishing in the muddy waters on the edge had not yet moved, but one of them took the initiative to approach the three of them and reported to his home to introduce them.

He was dressed in white, holding a folding fan, handsome and extraordinary.

"Concession? Die! ”

The Windtalker seemed to be quite unaccustomed to this man's pretending behavior, and when he was furious, he rushed straight forward.

Seeing this, Bai Qixiu was quite calm and calm.

Now outside the meditation hall, it has been surrounded by fire ant colonies, and it should take a while to completely leave, and the two sides are fighting to the death here because of the grievances of the elders of the sect, which can be said to have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Downfall Valley Advantage.

First, the monk of the Hehuan Sect was obviously in poor condition.

Second, there is not much space here, and the down-and-out wind lies in the huge area of influence, and if many brothers and sisters continue to superimpose each other, the power can be said to be multiplied.

The advantage of the Hehuan Sect is that there are a large number of people, and the puppets are not affected by the dead qi environment of the secret realm.

The Wind Whisperer who rushed towards Bai Qixiu quickly sensed that something was wrong.

The buzzing sound in his ears made his steps slightly vain.

Chen Mo and Zhan Hao, their faces couldn't help but become solemn.

Although these Fallen Valley disciples each faced different enemies, every time they launched the Fallen Wind, in addition to the disciples of the Hehuan Sect who were their main targets, they would also be affected by the aftermath.

Especially the two foundation-building monks.

Unexpectedly, the monks of the Hehuan Sect who were nearly 100 meters around were continuously affected.

The point is that when these waves are superimposed on each other, they will not only produce qi and blood damage, but also continuous mental attacks.

Chen Mo didn't have much trouble relying on Tong Zigong, but he needed to put on a white magic shield to resist it.

"I see."

After approaching Bai Qixiu for more than ten meters, the Wind Whisperer was slammed by his paper fan, and the dejected wind surged, and he immediately understood the doorway.

The Wind Whisperer glared at him fiercely, but in the end, he chose to withdraw and fly back, returning to Chen Mo and Zhan Hao.

"Wait another 10 seconds."

Signaling that his white magic shield was still cooling, the Wind Whisperer nodded silently.

The fairy also sensed that something was wrong.

Seeing that many disciples of the Hehuan Sect were staggering, under the attack of the Luoluo Valley monks, they were like scattered sand, and they were completely suppressed by the other party.

On the other hand, the monks of the Fallen Valley are neatly arrayed and exquisitely matched with each other.

So she immediately shouted.

"All the disciples listen to the order, follow my puppet to attack one place, and tear their formation apart."

I saw that the demon monk, after clasping his hands together, actually summoned the phantom of the golden bell on the surface of his body again, and then took the lead and rushed towards the many monks of the Fallen Valley.

Regardless of the surrounding downhill wind, Admiralty is always the same.

And when he was close to these Fallen Valley disciples at a distance of more than ten meters or so, there were more and more downcast winds coming towards him around him, and although Jin Zhong still exuded a bad breath of King Kong, he was also struggling and fell into a stalemate.

But behind him, there were still many disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Take this opportunity.

Everyone sacrificed magic weapons one after another, interfering with the disciples of Luoluo Valley to cast spells, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

"Good chance!"

Seeing this, the Wind Whisperer showed a look of joy, and at the same time, he noticed the white magic shield on his body, and couldn't help but smile at him.

"Thank you."

Immediately, he approached Bai Qixiu again.

There were seven true disciples of the Hehuan Sect gathered here, so he wasn't the only one trying hand-to-hand combat.

The chaos of the monks in Luoluo Valley made Bai Qixiu anxious.

Sensing that the Wind Whisperer was approaching him again, Bai Qixiu could only lift the true qi in his body, and after turning into a downcast wind in his hand, he could use the paper fan magic weapon to increase and fan towards this person.

The consequences of suffering from the downfall wind head-on will first hit the power of the divine sense, making it dizzy.

This is followed by a cold that stiffens the recipient's body.

In the end, it directly hits the divine soul until it blows away the three souls and seven spirits, which can be described as one of the top supernatural powers of the Lei Lan Kingdom, and it is not inferior to the stunts of other sects.

Multiple people use the downcast wind together, and the magic weapon can also produce the miraculous effect of superimposing each other's amplification.

The area of the downcast wind is very large, and it is almost impossible to avoid it for ordinary monks.

But only for ordinary monks.

With a sneer on his face, his eyes full of rage and bloodlust, the Wind Whisperer immediately activated his D-level skill, Flying Spin Slash Lv7.

Spin Slash: Hold the weapon with both hands and rotate at high speed with both arms to quickly sprint forward for ten meters and deal damage to enemies along the way.

Lv4 Additional Attribute: Speed +3 after the skill ends, for 20 seconds.

Lv7 Additional Attributes: During the skill casting, a layer of resistance aura will be formed on the surface of the body, which can offset the effects of slowing down and cursing.

The Wind Whisperer chooses to activate the physical skill precisely because it relies on the additional attribute of this skill Lv7 to offset the slow effect of the downcast wind.

The white magic shield on his body was used to resist the indirect influence of other Fallen Valley monks.

For a veteran-level melee scourge.

Counteracting various negative states and control states with small skills is almost a must.

The Wind Whisperer held the dagger in both hands, spun and sprinted at high speed, and against the downbeat wind, he rushed in front of Bai Qixiu in one breath, and there was a set of small skill combos in his hand.

Bai Qixiu's body protection aura suddenly dimmed a lot.

He was shocked.

Immediately patted the storage bag, took out a small black shield, sacrificed it through the art of controlling things, and protected it in front of him.

And his actions were undoubtedly the instinctive behavior of many other Fallen Valley monks, and they began to sacrifice defensive magic weapons.

And so it goes.

The superimposed wind power has undoubtedly reduced a lot.

Seeing this, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of the upside-down demon monk's mouth.

I saw that his eyes were round and wide, and a monk from the Fallen Valley who was more than ten meters away from him actually let out an exclamation, and his body was sucked by him uncontrollably.

"Big Monument Wrestler!"

Bang.

This disciple of the Fallen Valley couldn't even withstand the power of the upside-down demon monk's blow, and was picked up by him and slammed to the ground, and the aura of the body protector was shattered on the spot.

The body is like an exploding watermelon, scarlet flesh and blood are flying, and the scene can be described as quite miserable.

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