As soon as the coquettish voice came out, He Mufeng only felt a flower in front of him, as if he was moving instantly, and disappeared under the shroud of mucus.

In the next second, he fell directly at Su Zhiyuan's feet.

Looking at Su Zhiyuan beside him, He Mufeng knew that his foot that stepped into the ghost gate was dragged back by her.

Ma Li got up and was about to say thank you, but Su Zhiyuan scolded first: "I really don't know whether to live or die!"

He Mufeng, who knew that he was at a loss, was scolded by this, but he didn't dare to talk back, but he just smiled and said to go quickly, which was to lead Su Zhiyuan to catch up with the team in front.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to be saved by a beautiful woman and even care about your life?"

Pei Wen's words sounded in his heart, although it seemed to be a joke, but the worry was overflowing.

He Mufeng was not easy to explain, but vaguely said that he was distracted.

Running all the way away, He Mufeng only felt that something in his wrist seemed to be tinkling, and when he looked down, he found that there was an extra string of bells on his wrist at some point.

This reminded him that between life and death at that time, it seemed that he did hear a crisp bell, and it seemed that this should be the magic weapon that Su Zhiyuan used to save himself.

"Look, bring it. Su Zhiyuan on the side scolded angrily and stretched out his hand to recall the bell.

"This magic weapon is so powerful, it can actually send people to himself. He Mufeng, who had just escaped the death situation, also chatted with Su Zhiyuan.

But this didn't seem to relieve her anger, and she glanced at He Mufeng coldly and sneered: "You are really idle, now that the disaster is coming, and there is still this magic weapon to care about others?"

These words reminded He Mufeng, and the vibrations under his feet were becoming more and more frequent at this time, and when he turned his head to look, he found that those strange beasts Yonghe had already rushed towards him in groups.

In this open area, there is no place for people to hide. And it's obviously too big. Everyone's cultivation is also uneven, and the speed of progress is also different.

Although the flash zone in front of him could be seen at a glance in the distance, the famous saying that Wangshan ran a dead horse was indeed true, and he saw that Yonghe behind him was getting closer and closer, and the three masters of the Tribulation Period who were leading the way stopped one after another.

It seems that at this critical juncture, the three of them also know that everyone is already an ant on a rope, and if they break the door here, the juniors. Even if I get lucky enough to go back, I'm afraid I won't have the face to walk in this world again.

So they all stopped, intending to buy some time for the others before the only troll could move.

They sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and suddenly the sun shone brightly, shining on the four fields.

They really didn't dare to get out of it, even though they were already a rare master of the Tribulation Period on the Spirit Continent, but in this strange world, there were too many unbelievable.

The liquid spat out by the nine-headed beast alone could melt a Tribulation Elder, even if the elder was careless. But it's also life-threatening.

Not to mention the Lama army that is like a flood wave.

He Mufeng didn't dare to look back and take a closer look, but the loud noise and shock still made him peek at one or two.

And it's not like he doesn't want to take a closer look. There are too many of these strange beasts, and even if the elders resist some of them, there are still many of them who have come to the front from the left and right.

Pulling out the Tianhai Sword, a sword slashed out, and the sword qi slipped into the air, hitting the two Yonghe beside him fiercely.

But it only knocked them out from a distance, and after rolling on the ground a few times, they stood up unscathed.

It was just a temptation, and the sudden change made He Mufeng's face very ugly.

Although he only used fifty percent of his strength for this blow, with his current cultivation realm, even a warrior wearing heavy armor could cut it off with one split, but the body of this strange beast Yonghe was strong, and it was really a bit too much.

He Mufeng is okay here, after all, although the speed of the strange beast Yonghe is fast, after all, it came from the side from afar. Naturally, the number of people who keep up with it will not be too much.

However, this physical strength made him a little worried, after all, among the people in this group, he was also relatively high in cultivation, and most of the rest were still at the peak of Jindan, and Tu Sheng of Lingjian Mountain and the three sisters of the Ice Sky Sword Sect and the two people who came from the Burning Heaven Sect in the Yuan Infant Stage.

These cultivators can also be regarded as people with strong cultivation talents in the Great Yan Lingzhou, after all, they are young, and the road is still very long, even with a supreme talent like Du Xiaoxiao, when He Mufeng entered the Library Pavilion, he only reached the mid-stage strength of Jindan.

Obviously, the disciples in this great sect are talented, but there is a limit.

According to He Mufeng's tentative judgment just now, these fierce beasts can at least rival the existence of Jin Dan, and the most important thing is that there are too many of them.

The concussive waves of aura power behind him came from time to time, and the elders of the various sects had spared no effort on the juniors. Most of them were blocked with all their might, but the remaining alien beasts chasing from the side could only be solved by themselves.

Up to now, He Mufeng has heard countless screams, and every time he looks, there will be a person who is besieged by several strange beasts Yonghe, and if he is not careful, he will be torn to pieces, and he can't even leave the whole corpse.

This ancient beast is brutal by nature, and it reveals its killing nature in its bones, and the scenes are really bloody, so that He Mufeng doesn't dare to be distracted anymore, and can only pray that they will ask for more blessings.

Stopped at his feet, and a few more swords were slashed out, this time he didn't retain his strength anymore, and the Lama Beast that had been swept by his sword aura was instantly split in half.

But this stop, there were a lot of people around, which really made He Mufeng feel inexhaustible.

Fortunately, with a shout, the wind danced wildly, and a red ribbon was straight or winding, and all the fierce beasts in the body were cut into several pieces at once.

This is also the first time He Mufeng saw Su Zhiyuan's hands, and it was a magic weapon like a seemingly extraordinary crimson ribbon.

As her fingertips flicked, she harvested the beast's head at will.

Looking into the distance at their destination———— cracks. He Mufeng mobilizes qi luck, and should guide the aura to swim through the qi veins.

"Edgeworth!

The Tianhai long sword came out of his hand, and conjured up four spirit swords like entities, staggered on He Mufeng's side.

This was the first spell he had learned from Pei Wen after the meridians had been consolidated in the past few days.

This Pei Wen really deserves to be known as the Sword Saint, this sword family technique is really unfathomable, there are five styles of this sword technique, and each style has infinite use.

But with He Mufeng still in the mortal body of the Nether Realm, Pei Wen told him that he might only be able to learn two tricks.

This flying sword can take the enemy's head and thousands of miles away, and can protect the safety of the body. If you practice to the highest depths, you can summon thousands of swords.

But this is all an afterthought, He Mufeng actually thought that Pei Wen was bragging.

Seeing this move, He Mufeng turned his hand into a sword trick, flying left and right, and those spirit swords seemed to be pulled and slashed at the Yonghe beast in front of him.

In an instant, he and Su Zhiyuan kept walking, and their bodies were covered with blood mist, and all the fierce beasts fell under the moves of the two of them.

And He Mufeng emerged on the side, but Tu Sheng and other disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain on the other side also saw it in their eyes, and they all exclaimed.

"That's... Isn't that the supreme immortal method of this sect???How can Feng Xiao Xiao make it?"

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Rushing all the way to kill, He Mufeng had already begun to become numb, and the sound of the elders fighting behind him was getting farther and farther away.

Suddenly, He Mufeng only felt that his steps were unsteady, his breath was a little chaotic, and he was about to fall to the ground when he stumbled.

He has consumed too much aura, and he is already tired of the afterword!

Seeing that if this fell, the fierce beasts around him could drown themselves in an instant, and Su Zhiyuan was also running wildly all the way, getting farther and farther away from him. It's too late to save yourself.

He didn't want to die here like this, so he chose a direction, kicked his feet, pinched his hand, and the Tianhai Sword flew into his hand, stabbing directly at a fierce beast in front of him, with inertia, and stumbled out of the Yonghe beast that pierced through.

He Mufeng, who fell to the ground, only felt that his body was sore, and he felt that he was about to fall apart.

But he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't see where he was at all at the moment, so he could only hope for Pei Wen, and shouted for help in his heart.

But in the next second, he was grabbed by the arm by a person next to him, and he dragged a few meters before stopping.

When I looked up, it was Su Zhiyuan.

"Why didn't you even react for a long time?"

He Mufeng was covered in blood at the moment, his face and body were everywhere, and he couldn't see the human appearance clearly.

And although Su Zhiyuan is much better than that, her clothes and hair are a little messy along the way, and the tulle that covers her face is gone.

He Mufeng, who struggled to get up, looked around at this time, and at this moment he was already in the cracked and dry place he had seen before, and the flames that erupted around him carried the heat wave to blow He Mufeng's mouth dry.

And outside, there is a large circle of Yonghe beasts wandering, baring their teeth and howling, but they dare not step forward.

"What's going on?" He Mufeng said, pointing to the flood beast not far away.

"I don't know, maybe I'm scared by your appearance. Seeing that Su Zhiyuan, who was temporarily safe, was also revealing her true nature at the moment. ridiculed He Mufeng's appearance at the moment.

He Mufeng didn't have time to care about these at all.

After taking the time to wipe his face, he saw the situation around him.

Quite tragic, quite tragic! Originally, there were thirty people who fled, but at this time, there were less than ten people in this land of flames, which was too sad.

Everyone is covered with blood stains and can't see clearly, but just looking at the clothes and figures, you can still distinguish some people.

The two people from the Burning Sky Sect were safe and sound, which actually made He Mufeng feel sorry, and it seemed that there were still three people left in the other Gui Sect, and the three sisters of the Ice Sky Sword Sect were also among them.

But this is the worst, it is undoubtedly the line of Spirit Sword Mountain, at this time, except for Tu Sheng, He Mufeng did not even see another disciple of Spirit Sword Mountain.

At this time, Tu Sheng's expression and eyes also revealed his state of mind at the moment.

Looking at everything in front of him, his eyes were blank, his lips were chapped, and his whole body was shaking involuntarily, knowing that there was fire spewing here.

He Mufeng, who was sympathetic in his heart, quietly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Festival mourning." ”

He thinks that Tu Sheng has a good personality and a simple mind, and the blow at this moment is indeed a little unacceptable, after all, when he first came out of the mountain gate, he was still a neat group of young people, full of vitality, talking and laughing.

But in this instant, it ceased to exist, and died in the mouths of those fierce beasts, I am afraid that even the bones could not be pieced together. Moreover, this Elder Fan of Spirit Sword Mountain was the first to die in front of all the disciples.

If he escapes by luck this time, I am afraid that this will be Tu Sheng's inextricable inner demons in this life.

After comforting, He Mufeng didn't say much, there are some things that can only be overcome by yourself, and now the top priority is to find the shining object you just saw.

That light is probably an exit or something. Although there were many strange places at this time, there was no threat for the time being, but it made everyone breathe.

"Ice Sky Sword Sect, Ning Jian (Ning Xin, Ning Jing) has seen the Holy Maiden. ”

He Mufeng, who was still watching left and right here, saw the three sisters kneeling in front of Su Zhiyuan not far away at this moment.