Murong Yan was confused. It was not a difficult task, but it was completely ruined in his hands, and he didn't even dare to think about what kind of anger he would have to endure after returning to the sect.

Several of these disciples are extremely outstanding good root seedlings, almost the kind of disciples who are scheduled by Elder Jin Dan, and will accept disciples once the foundation is built, and all of them are folded in the secret realm.

With the protection of the master, maybe he will not be punished too heavily, and his reputation for his always outstanding reputation is afraid that he will fall into the dust and be laughed at.

He was stunned for a moment, not understanding how things could have come to this point.

Did something go wrong? Or was his decision wrong?

The tingling pain on his cheeks brought Murong Yan back to his senses, and he quickly realized that now was not the time to think about these questions.

The injuries on his body that were struck by the curse lightning were not complete, and his strength was greatly reduced, and he was surrounded by this group of monks who were eyeing him, like a lamb in a wolf pack, and he was in danger.

In mid-air, Zhang Qi and Qi Shu'er were still fighting, the sword light was overflowing, the phoenix roared for a while, the dragon chanted for a while, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and no one dared to approach.

Murong Yan wanted to vomit blood when he thought of this unobtrusive junior brother.

A madman, who doesn't care about the overall situation at all!

By the way, what about the Han family monks? It is impossible not to notice such a big movement......

Otherwise, they would be calculated like them, otherwise, Murong Yan's face would be gloomy, and it was very likely that the Han family had thought about it and joined forces with the three families!

His mind was in a hurry, and he had already retreated.

Bai Songye could see what he was thinking at a glance, blocked the way without a trace, and raised his voice, "Where does Murong Daoyou want to go?"

There are not many of them, but they are all singled out, and they are much stronger than the level of the monks who besieged the Bai family before, and Murong Yan must not be able to deal with them as easily as last time.

In particular, there is also an unfathomable-looking Qi Yun'er inside.

The Royal Sect wanted to use them to establish its authority and kill the three outstanding descendants, but it was completely impossible to give the three families a way to live, so they didn't have to care about the lives of the monks of the Royal Sect.

Isn't it true that if you don't kill them, the Imperial Sect will let them go?

Completely tear your face, kill it, kill it, and you can still export your evil anger, and let the heads of the family have a headache when you get out.

Murong Yan instantly understood when he saw the formation that he couldn't leave.

He didn't say anything like threats or begging for mercy, it was useless and humiliating.

He just looked at these ants who had once despised them, and they dared to show their killing intent to themselves, and felt a little magical and incredible.

The aura of the first spell pierced through the sky, and a monk who couldn't hold his breath was the first to strike.

There was a little fanaticism in his eyes, that was the elite of the Imperial Sect! If he could die under his hands, it would be something worth showing off, and he could boast for half a lifetime!

There are one, there are two, one after another, spells, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, almost exploding a firework.

And the person in the middle of the fireworks had a sneer on his face.

Think you'll kill him?

Hmph, a bunch of unseen hillbillies, bed bugs in the gutter!

Even if he dies, he has to pull a few pads!

Sadness, anger, filled his heart, and Murong Yan's mind was resolute.

The previous Admiralty Talisman was damaged by Qi Yun'er, but this time it only lasted a few moments, blocking the first wave of attacks for him.

Enough is enough.

His drooping eyes were stained with a layer of frost and snow, and even the curled black hair on his head was stained with a hint of whiteness.

Murong Yan possessed a rare Ice Spirit Root, and most of the spells he used were related to it.

"It's so cold......"

Qi Yun'er snorted. The cold came in the blink of an eye, and the originally hot, humid and mild air in the valley suddenly jumped from early summer to severe winter as if it had suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.

The monk has spiritual power in his body, and he is very tolerant of temperature requirements, as long as it is not extremely hot or cold, he can endure it.

But feeling such a temperature difference all of a sudden, it is inevitable that there will be some discomfort.

They subconsciously looked around and were surprised to find that there were a few snowflakes in the sky.

Murong Yan smiled gloomily, and said lightly in his mouth, "Ning." ”

I saw that the snowflakes were fluttering, quickly connecting with each other in the air, and they formed crystal clear ice picks.

"Scattered. ”

With this sound, the icicle began to approach the monk beside him.

"Boom!"

The third word came quickly, almost right next to the second.

The ice picks burst open, and the snowflakes in the sky floated again, echoing through the world with the screams of the monks.

There is no end, the scattered snowflakes reunite again, burst again, and the cycle repeats, with no end.

"Ice condensation", ice and snow are the soul, and ice is hurtful.

In this small space, snowflakes dominate, they are as crystal as jade, flawless, beautiful and dreamy, and terrifyingly terrifying.

The monks tried to escape, but they were hindered by the impact of the explosion, and even their spiritual power could not be driven.

Qi Yun'er's hands were quick, and when she felt that something was wrong, she immediately crushed a defensive talisman so that she didn't make too much of a mess.

Bai Songye still defended with Xiao Yin, and his handsome long eyebrows were wrinkled.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the three words "no way" in each other's eyes.

There were already slightly weaker monks whose flesh and blood were blurred by the force of the explosion, and one of their arms was about to be blown away.

Crushing a talisman again, Qi Yun'er held back the suffocation of the impact and looked at Murong Yan, who was holding the spirit stone with an expressionless face.

Wait, there's only one way.

The consumption of this kind of spell must be extraordinary, he can't last too long, the method of replenishing the spirit stone, for a short time, the impurities in the spirit stone will cause irreversible damage if they precipitate in the body for a long time.

Murong Yan shouldn't have gone crazy to this point, right?

Qi Yun'er was a little skeptical, but she could only wait, and by the way, she would say a silent word for the seriously injured monk.

Yuhe elite, I still underestimate him.

Qi Shu'er and the two of them in the sky also felt the biting chill around them, they were far away, not in the space controlled by Murong Yan.

Zhang Qi was the first to jump out of the circle, only to notice the heavy losses of his side, and when he saw the spell released by Murong Yan, he was shocked, and immediately rushed down.

"Senior Brother Murong, stop!"

He didn't stop it for the sake of the three monks, he wanted to stop it for Murong Yan's sake.

The latter's mouth, nose, eyes, and even ears were overflowing with blood, while he himself still clutched the spirit stone and had no intention of stopping.

This...... It's too hard, it's too hard.

Qi Yun'er thought while crushing the third talisman.

The sword qi swept away a snowflake, and Zhang Qi ran to Murong Yan's side in a few steps, regardless of the number of meridians on his body that were injected with spiritual power.

Murong Yan was at the end of the crossbow, and as soon as Zhang Qi's spiritual power entered him, his brain was empty, and he immediately lost consciousness.

When he was in his heyday, he had to think twice about using this trick, and when he was forced to be in a hurry, he didn't care about it, and he had to exchange his life for a life even if he was injured.

Zhang Qi was helpless, while Xuehua Yu Wei was still there, he didn't care about the unfinished fight with Qi Shu'er, and turned around and left with Murong Yan.

His flying magic weapon is his spirit sword, and the sword is extremely fast, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Qi Shu'er also didn't care about chasing.

One by one, she cleared the snowflakes with sword qi and rescued the trapped monks.

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