The battle between the three of them and the black cheetah was not long, at best, it was only half a cup of tea. However, in the time of half a cup of tea, the three of them tried all the spells they could use, but none of them could break through the defenses of the pitch-black cheetah.

Only Wang Chuan's several all-out attacks made a few scars on the cheetah's body with his flying sword. Although these scars are deep, they are nothing compared to the body of the pitch-black cheetah. These scars are better than nothing for the pitch-black cheetah.

Wang Chuan's full force blow was limited in the number of times he could use it, and the damage he did alone was not enough to kill the cheetah. The three of them knew that they were invincible, so they had no choice but to retreat.

But the road back is not all smooth sailing, and as time passes, the cheetah's body is becoming more and more flexible. Even if the three of them have cooperated for many years, they will inevitably be slightly injured under the rapid attack of the cheetah.

The mentality of the three of them can be described as twists and turns in this tea time. From the original calmness, to the later anxiety, and finally all the anxiety turned into fear. Prompted by fear, the three of them had the idea of fleeing.

The escape of the three is not incorrect, and they cannot be defeated and insisted on, only death. Unbeknownst to the trio, the cheetah did not pursue them after leaving the white building, but instead destroyed the other white buildings and released other monsters covered in pitch black.

As time passed, the pitch-black cheetah unleashed one other pitch-black creature after another. These pitch-black creatures either actively follow the cheetah or are forcefully subdued by him. It's only half a day later, and the pitch-black cheetah already has six or seven men. As the pitch-black cheetah continues to destroy buildings and release black creatures, his number of men continues to grow.

The floating island seemed to sense that the number of black creatures was increasing, and the white building, which had been moving slowly, suddenly increased its moving speed.

This change on the floating island alarmed all the cultivators on the island, and almost all the cultivators sensed that something was wrong.

The cultivators who had noticed the movement of the building before were surprised by the change in the speed at which the building moved.

Those cultivators who had not noticed the movement of the building reacted at once, and finally found the reason for standing still.

At the same time, the pitch-black cheetah is also aware of this change. A sneer flashed in his eyes, and he led several of his men toward the next building at an even faster pace.

This pitch-black cheetah has a high level of intelligence, and every move exudes an aura of wisdom. Compared to the pitch-black cheetah, several of his subordinates behind him seemed a little chaotic.

The pitch-black cheetah looked at several of his subordinates with a deep disdain in his eyes. In his eyes, these guys simply can't be compared to him.

Also, in the eyes of the king, the subordinates are just ants. Even if they were stronger, they would be stronger ants at best. Ants are ants, how can they be compared with kings!

The movement of the white building invisibly pointed the way for many practitioners. The aimless practitioners were polarized at this point, with some people moving with the building and others moving in the opposite direction of the building.

There is a ban on the floating island, and no one can look down on the island from above. If anyone could look down on the island, he would see that the outer layer of the island was constantly rotating.

And in this rotating outer range, there are three groups of people scattered around. A group of people walk in the direction of the building, a group of people walk in the direction of the building, and a group of people are regularly looking for something in the building.

No, this third batch should not be called human, this is a group of pitch-black monsters, or some pitch-black mutant animals are more appropriate.

Now there are dozens of these guys covered in pitch black. In just a few hours, their numbers have almost doubled.

The pitch-black cheetah in the lead seems to be relentlessly searching, and has no intention of stopping at all. Each time the black cheetah releases a black creature, the buildings on the island move a few points faster. These situations are not visible to many cultivators at this time, and now that they are on the periphery of the island, how can they know the changes in the entire periphery. They are all chess pieces in the game, and no matter how they react, they are actually not free from the manipulation of some existence.

With a clear direction, many lost cultivators began to meet casually on the island. And the encounter between them is often the beginning of a fight.

"Hahahaha! After walking for a long time, I finally met a living person. Boy, if you know each other, you will hand over all your net worth, maybe a certain family will spare your life if they are happy. ”

An inch-headed monk pointed arrogantly at a monk in front of him.

The monk in front of the inch-headed monk looked at his back as an elegantly dressed man. But as soon as he turned around, the elegant temperament on his body disappeared.

A lion's nose, triangular eyes, and wrists leaking out of the sleeves. A Confucian shirt is not very decent to wear on him, how to look at it is an eyesore. Obviously, this shirt should not be his own, more like his trophy.

If you look closely, this Confucian shirt is the sect costume of Jiuhua Academy. Obviously, this monk is not a good fellow, and even the disciples of Jiuhua Academy have died at his hands.

"Are you talking about me? I have a similar idea, so hand over what I've got on me. As for your life, I'll take it unceremoniously!"

The monk's voice in a Confucian shirt was slightly hoarse, and with his image, it gave people a creepy feeling.

When the inch-headed monk heard the words of the Confucian monk, the hairs on his entire back instantly stood up. For no reason, the inch-headed monk lost a few points in momentum, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

The Confucian monk's bland words made him feel dangerous for some reason. The monk's feelings have always been very effective, and this is an instinct of the practitioner.

Looking at the Confucian monk in front of him, the inch-headed monk frowned. is obviously just an ugly-looking person, why does it make him feel creepy, is it because he is frightened by his appearance.

Thinking of this, the inch-headed monk felt that his thoughts were somewhat ridiculous. Shaking his head, the inch-headed monk put aside other unnecessary thoughts.

When you meet on a narrow road, you will die. His eyes gleamed fiercely, and his face showed greed. Looking at the person in front of him, he seemed to have taken the treasures on his body, such as spirit stones, as his trophies.

"Ugly ghost! Before Lao Tzu changes his mind, hurry up and hand over all your worth, maybe Lao Tzu will spare your life!"

"Who are you, Lao Tzu?"

The Confucian monk tugged at his fingers, a slight chill in his voice.

"It's you!"

The inch-headed monk snorted, but still had the courage to shout. At this time, he was already carried away by interests, and he couldn't care about anything else.

If it were a clear-headed person, he would have to hide as far as he could at this time. Someone else's word can make you feel excited, that can only explain one reason, the difference in strength between the two sides is not a little bit.

"Look for death!"

The Confucian monk burst into a shout, a silver light flashed in his hand, and a one-foot-long water-splitting spike was clasped in his hand.

"Yo he! Dare to resist? Lao Tzu sent you back to the West!"

The blue light flashed in the inch-headed monk's hand, and a mountain knife was clenched by his hands.

The inch-headed monk held his sword in both hands and shouted and rushed towards the monk. It's just that he just rushed halfway through it, and his hands involuntarily let go of the mountain opener.

The sword fell to the ground with a thud, and the inch-headed monk covered his neck in disbelief, watching the figure of the Confucian monk in front of him slowly disappear.

At the same time, the shadow under the inch-headed monk's feet seemed to shrink a little. Behind him, a figure turned from shallow to dark, and finally revealed the back of the Confucian monk.

Gently shaking off the blood from the water-splitting stinger, the Confucian Monk turned around and kicked the inch-headed monk with a kick. The inch-headed monk twitched a few times, then was silent. Blood gushed from its neck like a spring, and in a few moments it became a stream of blood on the ground.

"Rubbish! Garbage! I can't even catch a trick!"

Scolding lightly, the Confucian monk picked up the inch-headed monk's sword. After a moment's scrutiny, a look of satisfaction leaked.

"No wonder it's so arrogant, it turns out that it's all about this magic weapon. ”

Putting away the opening knife, the Confucian monk groped around the corpse of the inch-headed monk for a while, and searched for everything.

The monk rubbed the blood stuck to his hands clean the corpse, muttered a curse in his mouth, and left with a twist. Only the corpse of the inch-headed monk remained in its place, proving that a battle had just taken place here.

A similar situation is happening elsewhere on the outskirts of the island. At this time, it was the time when the monks from all sides met, and the monks who thought they were good at what they were capable of all joined the ranks of killing people and seizing treasures.

The ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed on the floating island. How can these cultivators still have the demeanor of being high above the world, and the whole person is confused by interests and falls into madness.

And while the cultivators were fighting in their dens, the black creatures led by the pitch-black cheetah were unusually united. There are no less than sixty black creatures led by pitch-black cheetahs, and the number is still increasing.

Gradually, the number of black creatures has the momentum to catch up with the number of cultivators. A few more hours passed, and all the cultivators on the island were only about eighty or ninety left, and the number of black creatures was about to exceed a hundred.

The number of his subordinates was about to exceed 100, and the black cheetah seemed to find it difficult to lead. So he stopped destroying the white buildings, and instead began to lead many of his subordinates to wander among the many white buildings.

If you observe the island from above, you will find it at this time. Whether it's people walking in the direction of the building's movement, or people walking in the direction of the building's movement, they will eventually converge in one place.

The two groups of people have come to the same destination, and their destinations are the same. At that common destination, a silver curtain of light blocked the way.

And the black cheetah led many black creatures, and it was also zigzag towards that place. Faintly, the black cheetah commanded many black creatures, forming an encirclement of the destination of many cultivators.

Many cultivators were unaware of this, and before they knew it, they were already surrounded by those black creatures. Even the vast majority of cultivators were unaware of the existence of these black creatures.