An invisible light,

Flying in the sky at a speed that surpassed that of a peak cultivator of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation.

The birds are not frightened, and the beasts are gone.

Neither the divine sense nor the eyes can detect the slightest.

"Battlefield Center ......"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The perspectives of 10,000 animals, such as runes, simulated birds, insects, and other animals distributed within a radius of fifty miles, continued to emerge in his sea of consciousness, and were quickly processed and turned into various information.

It's like a very efficient computer.

Soon, he flew towards a central point.

……

Han Lin's eyes flashed imperceptibly and retreated behind everyone.

He seemed to be cultivating the third layer of Qi, which was completely in line with the cultivation speed of the four spirit roots, and his actions were inconspicuous among everyone, only because his mana was low, and his speed was a little behind.

"Quick!"

"Faster!"

A Heavenly Thunder Peak Senior Brother who practiced the seventh layer of Qi couldn't stop urging, his eyebrows were anxious, and he didn't look at Han Lin and the other disciples with low cultivation who were a few steps behind.

"Gather as soon as possible and go to the side of the little uncle and ancestor, otherwise we will be in danger!"

"Yes, senior brother!"

The other four or five disciples in the middle stage of Qi cultivation had a grim expression, and they seemed to have known the seriousness of the matter in the mouths of their elders, and they did not hesitate to expend mana to speed up.

Han Lin and other low-level disciples did not have any teachers, and they were a little at a loss.

Seeing that people were far away, they hurriedly chased after them desperately, but they were still gradually left behind, and they couldn't help but show some horror.

"Senior brothers, wait!"

Someone pleaded, but no one answered.

The speed at which the immortal cultivator cast the Wind Resisting Technique was very fast, and the forests, trees, mountains and stones quickly retreated, gathering towards the pattern of the Seven Feather Sect.

Until passing by the edge of a mediocre waterhole.

Han Lin's footsteps slowed down again, his lips squirming, and he was secretly preparing some spell.

The moment Senior Brother Tianlei Peak, who practiced qi at the seventh layer, passed by.

Crash!

The water exploded, and a hideous black-haired zombie pounced on him, its claws like iron, and its mouth spitting black smoke of molten gold and bones, and it was highly poisonous, and his consciousness couldn't help but be dizzy when he touched it slightly.

"Not good!"

The expression of the seventh-layer cultivator of Tianlei Peak changed suddenly, and he instantly summoned a mid-grade magic weapon tortoise shell to stop in front of him.

Crunch!

In a tooth-sour sound, the black-haired zombie scratched its claws on the tortoise shell.

A large area of sparks and spiritual light splashed everywhere, and was sprayed by the smelly black smoke, and immediately the spiritual light dimmed a lot, and dense dots like mildew spots appeared on the shield, appeared and disappeared.

After a few breaths of stalemate, he resisted, and had some mana to clear up the mildew one by one.

"Finally ......"

Senior Brother Tianlei Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to observe the nearby battlefield when a pair of black-haired palms like gold and iron covered his face.

"No, spare my life, I'm willing to ......"

He said in fear.

Bang!

The black-haired palm knocked his brain apart and spilled out of his eyeballs, but his entire skull was intact.

"Quack, late stage of Qi training, one!"

The black smoke dispersed,

Only then did everyone see that it was a half-human and half-stiff strong man, quacking and laughing, putting away the storage bag of Senior Brother Tianleifeng, and putting his body into another gloomy storage bag with great pity.

"Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer Cultivator!"

The remaining disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were shocked and fled in all directions.

"Can you escape?"

The strong man smiled disdainfully, but did not chase after him.

"Nope! When will you ......?"

More than ten disciples of the Seven Feather Sect looked around in horror, the ground rolled over, breaking through the ground, and seven or eight black-robed monks in the middle stage of Qi cultivation appeared in an instant.

Everyone has a black-haired zombie who is about the same level as their own cultivation, and each has its own division of labor in front of them.

"Thunderbolt!"

"Little Fireball!"

"Earth Thorn Technique!"

In the panic, they did not lose their minds, and one spell after another bombarded wildly in an instant, beating the few black-haired zombies in front of them to festering flesh and bones and breaking bones.

But after a few delays, multiple black-haired zombies have surrounded them.

There are also spells such as Rotten Cloud Technique, Corpse Poison Technique, Bone Arrow Technique, etc., which surround them, and they cannot see the direction of their surroundings clearly, and their shields are crumbling.

After only three or four breaths, more than ten disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were about to be defeated.

"Let's go!"

Han Lin happened to be standing outside the encirclement, and when he saw this drastic change in his expression, he pinched a flying talisman in his hand, turning into a ray of light that surpassed the seventh-level cultivators of Qi cultivation and flew into the distance.

"It's interesting, just a third-level Qi cultivator actually has such a good thing."

The half-stiff man was a little interested and got up to catch up.

"Bitter!"

Han Lin didn't look back, he took out a rune treasure with wings, and a large stream of seventh-layer mana poured into it, no longer hiding anything.

"Ahh

"What the hell is this?"

At this moment, there were bursts of terrible screams from behind, and Han Lin instinctively turned his head, and couldn't help but feel cold, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A pale blue sword aura.

Out of nowhere, jumping between the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall, a flicker was a head falling, and a large blood fountain spewed out.

Zombie blocking, poisonous mist, bone spear and other blocking, sluggish as a snail, light blue sword qi can pass through with a flash, penetrating, useless.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left among the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Palace.

"The sword qi from there, what the hell are you?!"

The half-stiff man was shocked in his heart, summoned bone fragments to protect it, and used a high-grade chain magic weapon to wrap around himself layer by layer, and finally the mana poured into the black shield.

Only after adding three layers of protection in a row did he have the strength to look around, and his divine sense frantically scanned every place.

Nothing was found.

After the light blue sword qi killed eight or nine people, the aura was only broken in the slightest, and it shot straight at him.

"I don't believe that a sword qi can help me!"

The half-stiff man roared.

He instructed the zombies of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation to meet them, and while maintaining protection, one bone cone spell after another shot towards the light blue sword qi.

Shout!

The light blue sword qi didn't have any intention of maneuvering and dodging, and it passed through.

The half-stiff man's body stiffened, and a large hole appeared in his forehead.

In the back, the black-haired zombies whose defense was much stronger than that of the eighth-layer cultivators who practiced qi, and the bone fragment magic weapon and the chain magic weapon were all like this, and they fell weakly and fell.

Most of the light blue sword aura remained, and it spontaneously disappeared into the air.

"Small, little uncle......

Han Lin's tone was a little trembling, and he instinctively recalled the first time he saw the other party, the young man in Tsing Yi in the broken temple.

"Han Lin?"

"Do me a favor, clean up, and give you half of the fare."

A familiar voice appeared in my ears.

"Yes, host! No, Uncle Ancestor! ”

Han Lin replied instinctively.

He didn't shirk like he did in the face of other high-ranking monks, because he knew that this was absolutely true, not a temptation, and the other party would never be dissatisfied afterwards and make a secret move.

"Well, thank you."

Seven or eight hundred meters away, Jiang nodded and continued to fly towards the center of the battlefield.

He was short of money.

Customized aerospace fighters are great things that can greatly enhance the ability to save lives.

Money can be saved a little is a little.

But you can't lift your invisibility just because of some spirit stones and put yourself in unknown danger.

That's fine.

Someone to help clean up the battlefield only needs to pay a small fare.

(End of chapter)