In a fairly intact building, there are gathered disciples of various sects who have survived the catastrophe, and when they were first convened, there was still an endless stream of people, and after the number of people exceeded thirty, it took half a day to come, and it was cold to see the hearts of several chief disciples of the sect.

There are nearly 100 of them!

Among the people who have not yet converged, there are several figures that cannot be ignored, such as Qin Shaobai and Luo Xiao......

"Senior Brother Qin and Senior Brother Luo are here. Meng Yibo, who was close to the windowsill, suddenly opened his mouth, he didn't look at it, but his tone was firm, of course, not because he had eyes on the back of his head, but because he had a bunch of "eyes" around him - his poisonous bees could not only kill people, but also transmit all kinds of information.

The people in the room breathed a sigh of relief, these two were quite weighty, and when they were employing people, if they broke two cultivator-level disciples, they didn't know how to survive the situation in the future.

As soon as Luo and Qin entered the house, everyone was overjoyed and surprised.

Happily, Luo Xiao's breath is still stable, and under such a catastrophe, his strength has not been damaged.

What was surprising was that Qin Shaobai had actually been downgraded, and he had fallen to the second turn of the Spirit Realm, and his breath was vain, his face was gray, and he didn't have a trace of True Yuan power on his body...... In contrast, no one cared about the white cloth that bled on his face.

The sky is cracking, the house is collapsing, almost everyone has red colors on their faces, and Qin Shaobai's face is injured.

Qin Shaobai walked to the pile of Tianyi Sect people with an expressionless face, Yan Tie and the others comforted him, Qin Shaobai was stunned, staring at one person in the crowd opposite, and the murderous intent in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Han Lian frowned and looked at him and said, "It doesn't matter, right?"

Qin Shaobai said in a sullen voice: "It's nothing." ”

Han Lian pointed out: "That's good...... Look at the situation this time, it's a bit bad, the losses are quite heavy, you can't die anymore, no matter who you have a grudge with, you have to hold it first. ”

Qin Shaobai responded very simply: "Okay." ”

He can't do it well, he must and can only repay such a humiliation by himself, and he must not use his master, but does he have the ability to do so now? No, of course, he can only hold back.

When it was dark, Han Lian's words became a reality, and all the surviving disciples added a piece of less than forty people, and the rest were all inked - this was the power of the demon spirit's blow!

It is conceivable that if there is a second blow, they will be wiped out of less than forty people.

As for why there was no second blow, it was easy to guess that this was the Feather Domain, the Land of Absolute Spirits, and with such an earth-shattering and powerful blow, even a true cultivator-level demon spirit had to kneel, so it knelt directly to the bottom of the sea. But this does not mean that it has given up the second blow, after all, there are still nearly half of the sect's disciples alive, and the most powerful evidence is that the three-strand giant fork of the Beihai Yaksha is still inserted in the center of the Wind and Rain Harbor, and no one will be naïve to think that people don't want it.

The problem now is that the Red Coral has been destroyed, and even if it is not destroyed, no one dares to sail out to sea at this time, and there is still a chance to flicker and move on land, and if it encounters a Yaksha at sea, there is even a chance of survival.

Staying, a dead end.

Leave, a dead end.

It seems that no matter what they do, they are doomed.

Maybe it was because he knew this result that Miao Cheng would teach Qin Shaobai a hard lesson, anyway, it was a dead end, it was better to settle the grievances before he died, and he would be at ease.

"It's all gone, tomorrow's affairs will be discussed tomorrow. Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand to disperse everyone, his face became even paler, his breath was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his realm had also fallen to three turns, and half of his penance was wasted.

Luo Xiao retreated first, and when no one was around, he entered alone, and asked "Wu Zhongyuan" straight to the point: "I don't know how long you have lived, I think you must have lived longer than us, what can you do? If it is inconvenient to say it in public, you can tell me." ”

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head: "I can't conjure the aura, what can I do?"

"Then you're going to wait for death? Now everyone has no spirit stones. I'm sure you won't survive a month before you're removed from the list of cultivators. ”

"I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die, you should know...... It's just a pity for this shell. ”

Luo Xiao turned his head and left, forget it, he did his best, everyone resigned themselves to fate.

Except, of course, for him.

......

It has been impossible to count the number of dead and injured people in the stormy port, after all, this is a port, and many of them are merchants and sailors passing by for supplies.

The locals worked together until ten days later, when a group of men in charge of the port sent a team of men to deal with it, and when they heard the locals describe the horrific blow, they looked into the ground and saw only a giant fork with a tail exposed. These people didn't even dare to put a fart, leaving a few cannon fodder to deal with chores, and the rest ran as fast as they could.

The intact ships fled, and many of the shipwrecked merchants and sailors tried their best to escape from this elusive place that was targeted by the Lord of the Dreads.

Rumors of a robbery by the passengers of the Red Coral were heard, and impulsive locals came to the door in groups, only to be thrown into the streets. Then it soon spread that these people were all samurai, and even legendary cultivators, and now no one dared to come to the door to ask for wildfire.

People, they didn't dare to come to the door to find the ballast, but the demon came.

On the afternoon of the tenth day of the attack on the Stormy Harbor, a large number of krakens appeared on the sea, and the leader was the kraken leader who had shot at Luo Xiao at the beginning.

These Krakens did not go ashore, in fact, they could not go ashore with their flipper structure, they just blocked the entire port, and several newly repaired merchant ships were blocked just as they were about to set sail.

When the matter came, the disciples of the various sects were fearless. During this period of time, they have also wanted to open, anyway, going to sea is death, and staying is better than death, so it is better to fight with the Kraken to the death while there is a little spare energy.

The four Tianjiao are still standing at the forefront of the team, but Luo Xiao is tied with Qin Shaobai, Wen Ruyi, etc. - I can't believe it, now Luo Xiao has squeezed into the top five, ranking second only to the existence of Tianjiao.

Because all Tianjiao has been demoted, they have all fallen to the realm of the second turn, and they are on par with Luo Xiao. The more this happens, the more it highlights the strangeness of Luo Xiao's cultivation, in the past few days, the eyes of those Tianjiao looking at Luo Xiao have become more and more wrong, making him faintly feel the aura of danger, if this kraken does not come again, it is very likely that there will be a tragic infighting.

How tragic is it? What Beihai Yaksha didn't finish will be taken over by Luo Xiao to finish it, you say it's miserable!

Fortunately, the timely appearance of the external enemy alleviated the outbreak of internal strife, especially when Luo Xiao saw that the huge whirlpool in the far sea appeared again.

Rumble!

The entire wind and rain harbor exploded in an instant, and nearly 10,000 people rushed to the road, pushing, falling, trampling, wailing everywhere, and blood flowed like a stream, as if the end had come.

In the torrent of escape frenzy, a group of people are like mainstays, standing still, facing wave after wave of turbulent waves, facing the army of krakens approaching on the waves, and at the same time, the giant leprosy head is emerging from the whirlpool of the deep sea......

At this critical juncture, Luo Xiao suddenly beamed his voice into a line, and transmitted Fang Jianyin: "Senior Brother Fang, if the Kraken doesn't appear again, will you join them in doing it?"

Luo Xiao's words had no beginning or end, but Fang Jianyin understood what he was asking, tangled for a moment, and shook his head vigorously: "No!

A smile appeared on Luo Xiao's face, Fang Jianyin had already made a choice, so he would not hesitate to pull at the moment of crisis......

The giant body of the North Sea Yaksha has completely surfaced to the surface, stepping on the rolling waves, and the sound is like thunder: "Mock-ha!"

Many people turned their heads to look at Meng Yibo, but this old man shook his head vigorously: "I don't understand gossip, and I don't understand ...... whole sect."

Suddenly, there was a rolling thunder sound from the sky, and the voice was old and majestic, and the momentum was soaring: "It's saying-you're all going to die!" However, I, Di Pofeng, don't think so. What do you say?"

Everyone was stunned by the thunder that was stronger than the thunder of the North Sea Yaksha.

Suddenly, Fang Jianyin slammed into the muddy water with one knee, and tears burst out of his eyes: "Uncle!