Therefore, it is almost difficult to find that within the miasma, there is actually a medicine valley that no one patronizes.

However, at this moment, in the miasma, there are dozens of people patrolling back and forth.

Dressed in golden robes, with grim faces, they clenched their weapons, and if anyone dared to break in, they would turn into corpses under the sword.

There are many blood stains on the ground, left by the previous battle.

Looking at the bloodstains, Liu Yongfei clenched his fists and bit his lower lip.

In my mind, I saw the picture of my fellow disciples being killed again.

Whoosh!

Three sounds, three thunderbolts submerged into the miasma.

Then, three screams came, and the three mid-Linghai monks were killed on the spot.

The other patrol disciples were shocked and hurriedly checked in the direction where the arrow was flying.

Zhou Qiankun's actions made Liu Yongfei and the three of them smile bitterly, although it was said to be a strong attack, but this was too direct, right?

Zhou Qiankun shot three more arrows, and in the blink of an eye, three more people were shot.

"It's the people of Taixuanmen, damn it, they're back!"

"Hurry up and inform the three senior brothers Jin Mo, Xiao Xuan, and Yan Li, this person is a little difficult."

The patrolling disciples in the miasma shouted one after another, and ran in a panic in the direction where Jin Mo, Xiao Xuan, and Yan Li were.

But Zhou Qiankun was undaunted, and continued to shoot arrow after arrow, each arrow was like the call of death, taking away one life after another.

Seeing this, Liu Yongfei, Zhao Xuan, Wang Xun, and Meng Huo no longer hesitated, and waved the weapons in their hands one after another, launching a fierce attack on the enemy in the miasma.

Their eyes flashed with anger and hatred, as if they wanted to turn all the grief in their hearts into the power of attack, pouring out on their enemies.

In the blink of an eye, none of the patrol disciples escaped.

Among them, most of them died under Zhou Qiankun's arrows.

Zhou Qiankun did not hide his aura at all, stepped over the corpse of the disciple of the Jinhuang Sect, and swaggered into the Medicine Valley.

In the medicine valley, the miasma is not there, and the effect of that layer of miasma seems to be just a cover for the medicine valley not to be discovered.

In the medicine valley, the fragrance of medicine was fragrant, and Zhou Qiankun's eyes were staring at the end of the medicine valley.

His intuition told him that there was a great medicine there, at least a high-grade elixir.

At the same time, Jin Mo, Xiao Xuan, and Yan Li stood in front of this big medicine.

The big medicine in front of him has two leaves, one white and one black, and there is a flow of yin and yang on it.

The Yin and Yang Twin Grass, a high-grade elixir, can help monks whose foundations are damaged to repair their foundations and forcibly break through a realm.

Jin Mo and the three of them looked at the grass, but they couldn't get closer.

There was a formation blocking them, and the three of them looked calm and slowly broke the formation.

This place is the land of the master, and the miasma outside is also a kind of formation.

From all kinds of signs here, this is the place where the pride of the heavens was discovered before, but at that time, the Yin and Yang Twin Grass was not yet mature, so they could only lay out a formation to cover the medicine valley, looking forward to the next time it was opened, and then entered it to take it away.

It's just that I don't know if that person broke through to the realm of Lingtai or if there was an accident, so he didn't come this time.

Jin Mo frowned, looking at the noisy atmosphere outside.

"Does this Taixuanmen still have the guts to come again?"

The thunder flashed, and the screams of the disciples of the Jinhuang Sect continued to sound.

Xiao Xuan's face became more and more solemn.

"The strength of the people who came seems to be very strong, and the people outside of us can't stop it at all."

The formation pattern in Yan Li's hand continued to play out, falling into the formation that protected the Yin and Yang Twin Grass, and every time the formation fell, that formation would be dissolved a bit.

He looked at Xiao Xuan and Jin Mo, frowned and said, "It will take a while for me to crack this formation, which of you two will deal with it?" ”

The half-human-high gold ring in Jin Mo's hand floated behind his back with a cold expression.

He was imposing and said disdainfully: "I'll come when I go, I want to see if this one is a few points stronger than Zhang Qian, who was defeated by me before and escaped with serious injuries!" ”

Within the Medicine Valley, the disciples of the Jin Huang Sect looked at the man who was like a god of death.

Every time he took a bow, a disciple of the Jinhuang Sect was killed.

Whether it is the late stage of the spiritual sea or the early stage of the monk, under that arrow, all beings are equal, and there is only death.

At this moment, Zhou Qiankun hooked his fingers and arrows again, and the power of thunder condensed, like the scythe of the god of death, aimed at a late-stage Linghai monk.

The man's face turned pale, and he shouted in his heart that I was finished.

His legs were weak, and he didn't even have the courage to escape.

Liu Yongfei, Zhao Xuan, Wang Xun, and Meng Huo stared at each other, depressed.

Since they entered, it was Zhou Qiankun who was killing all sides alone, and they only took a fancy to an enemy, and they were killed by him in a blink of an eye.

Except for killing a few people in the miasma before, there is no sense of participation at this moment.

In just ten minutes, half of the monks of the Golden Huang Sect had died under his arrows.

At this moment, the four of them finally understood what Zhou Qiankun's sentence directly used his strength to crush the past.

"Your Excellency is so bold, you dare to wantonly slaughter my Jinhuang Sect disciples, do you really not take my Jin Mo in your eyes?"

In the distance, a golden ring swirled in, with the sound of breaking the sky, like a golden lightning, shooting straight towards Zhou Qiankun.

Zhou Qiankun shot out an arrow, and an arrow landed on the golden ring, causing the golden ring to fly back upside down at a faster speed.

Grabbing the golden ring with one hand, Jin Mo looked at the thunder arc above the golden ring, his face was cold, and with a slight grip, the thunder and lightning dissipated.

He stood on top of a boulder, his tall stature, and his fighting spirit was amazing, and his blood boiled when he saw it.

"It's Senior Brother Jin, Senior Brother Jin is finally here, and now this fang can't be rampant anymore!"

"Woo woo, Senior Brother Jin, if you don't come again, we will be killed."

"Senior Brother Jin, avenge the dead senior brother!"

The disciples of the Jin Huang Sect were like seeing a savior, and they put all their hopes on Jin Mo.

Jin Mo glanced at everyone indifferently, didn't say much, just nodded lightly, and turned his gaze to Zhou Qiankun.

"Huh? Just the mid-term cultivation of Linghai, dare to be presumptuous? ”

Jin Mo's voice carried a hint of disdain and mockery.

While speaking, Jin Mo made a decisive move, and the golden ring in his hand was magnificent, turning into thousands of phantoms, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and falling towards Zhou Qiankun at the same time.

Seeing Jin Mo use this move, the disciples of the Jin Huang Sect boiled.

They seemed to see this trick falling, and Zhou Qiankun died without a corpse.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Jin Mo to use this trick directly, it seems that he didn't want to waste time, and the battle is over."

Liu Yongfei's eyes showed a hint of worry, and he reminded softly: "Be careful, this move is called Jin Huang Covering the Sky, it is one of the three great masters of Jin Huang Gate, the attack is endless, if you can't get rid of it at the first time, you will be beaten by continuous attacks and have no power to fight back, before Senior Brother Zhang Qian was defeated by this move." ”

Liu Yongfei's words made the hearts of Meng Huo, Zhao Xuan, and Wang Xun also pinch up.

Jin Mo looked at Zhou Qiankun with the eyes of a dead man, this move fell, with his mid-stage cultivation in the spiritual sea, how could he stop it?