Many monks came one after another, and the number of people near the ancient well gradually increased, and they were careful to guard against each other, but compared to before entering the ruins, the number of monks here has become much sparser.

The ancient well occupied by Chu Anlan has always been only himself, Cui Yinghuan, and Jiang Feng, as for Xiao Mingshan and Bai Lingsong, the two Lizong monks, Jiang Feng has already divined their whereabouts, and there is little hope that he can come here in time;

The Spirit Cage Chamber of Commerce was stationed not far away, and although there were three prefecture-level monks and three Xuan-level monks, they had no intention of separating their manpower to occupy other ancient wells;

Zeng Baojun, a prefecture-level monk of Chixia Sect, was alone and did not see other monks of Chixia Sect walking with him, which made Jiang Feng quite surprised, and later a monk Zhou Zhenglian in a robe from Tianli Sect came to defect, and he gladly accepted it;

Leng Tingtao, the fourth prefecture-level monk of the Jincheng faction, arrived, he made a close round, and found a monk of the sect Zuo Fengting, who was originally watching from afar, and also occupied an ancient well;

Mu Qianxue was the last to arrive, and only one of the two monks of the Imperial Wind Sect who was watching stayed, and the other saw Mu Qianxue's arrival, but went to Leng Tingtao's side, Jiang Feng looked at his face, and Li Xianwu was slightly similar, maybe it was the Xuan-level monk named Li Xianshen, and combined with the list, he also knew that the one who chose to be with Mu Qianxue was named Qiu Chengzhi.

Mu Qianxue's expression was a little gloomy, and she seemed to have something on her mind.

Jiang Feng knew Chu Anlan's methods, so he could only stay here bored, waiting for the monks from all sides to arrive in turn, and he also secretly went to greet Leng Tingtao of the Jincheng faction again, and continued to be familiar, he had also been to the Spirit Cage Chamber of Commerce, but Liao Shencang did not introduce himself to the consciousness of other monks, and he was not alone, so Jiang Feng did not have a chance to say whether he was related to the Divine Emperor Sect.

Wait and see.

In this ancient well, which is full of four people, it is shrouded in a rich white mist, which rises and sinks suddenly, without any special taste, containing a little aura, but it is not rich. The white mist covered the bottom of the well, and there was no sign of water, let alone the bottom.

Boom!

Jiang Feng curiously threw down a stone, wanting to find out how deep this well was.

But something happened suddenly!

Jiang Feng only felt a roar like a shaking mountain coming from the well, and then, his body swayed from side to side as if uncontrollably.

It's ground moving!

He immediately had a realization, and quickly used some spiritual power to stabilize his body, and the ground movement lasted for a quarter of an hour, but there seemed to be a formation near the ancient well, and there was no substantial damage, but thinking about its scale and intensity, I am afraid that the impact on the area outside the ancient well area should not be underestimated.

"Hugh is going to move!"

Chu Anlan warned, immediately closed his eyes and continued to meditate. Although there was no additional action, Jiang Feng never dared to try again, for fear that the other party would catch him to divinate the whereabouts of the stones, of course, "borrowing things and turning shadows" did not have the ability to divinate out of thin air, unless Chu Anlan threw Cui Yinghuan down, and then used Cui Yinghuan's things to divination.

............

"The wind is blowing. ”

Feng Jiming stood on top of an ice floe that seemed to be about to melt, muttering to himself. After several hours of flying, he had returned to the junction of the snowfield and the water.

"Two ground-level monks have already died, the battle is really fierce, the Heavenly Eye has already revealed the true traces, and there is still one person left, Yuan Chu can further refine the ancient treasure. He looked up at the gap between the clouds that seemed to be one eye, where there seemed to be a lot of dark and violent energy, as he had expected before, the game laid by the old thief of Yuan Chu seemed to be about to win, and there was not much time left for him to find the available treasures.

"It's time to get ready to leave, and plans don't always keep up with change. ”

"That Li Dabang ran away just now, but you have to believe me, this trick is still useful. ”

"Don't think I'm long-winded, the monks in this ruins will be killed casually, do you think that out of the ruins, those people will be slaughtered casually, and they will definitely cause a lot of trouble when the time comes. We have to seize this rare opportunity to harvest more loot, but you remember to remind me to pay attention to the changes in the eye of the sky, and not to be greedy and miss the opportunity. ”

He jumped out of another piece of ice floe and felt the breath of the wind, this sudden breeze not only made the aura in the air a little thicker, but also carried a little distant monk's breath, he locked in a direction and flew away.

"I'm telling you, if we change places, we'll probably get lucky. ”

"However, we have to leave quickly, the extremely wide collapse just now may be because someone has already touched the prohibition of the ancient well of the old thief of Yuanchu. If you are accidentally buried here, it will be in vain for so many years. ”

............

The sudden violent vibration made the already lifeless wilderness even more savage, and the smell of death also made this team of Chixiamen, three of whom were injured by the sudden collapse of the surface, and are now meditating and recovering.

The wind is blowing.

Han Li suddenly realized this change, and immediately sensed a faint smell of blood, and immediately caught a glimpse of a slightly staggering figure in the distance, hurrying towards his group.

"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"

After dealing with the strange vines one after another, and the group of Chixiamen monks who were attacked by strange movements, heard the order of the leading monk Liu Zhengchun, they hurriedly dispersed again, and repeated the trick, pretending to be two hostile monks fighting, but the original team of eight people, because of the death of the scattered cultivator Wang Lan, there was one person missing.

However, the figure did not succeed, and saw seven people from a distance, detoured in another direction, and went straight to the depths of the grassland.

This guy seems to be injured and wants to run?

As soon as Han Li had this thought, he heard Liu Zhengchun suddenly shout, "It's an injured Jindan monk, hurry up and surround it, don't miss the opportunity!"

Everyone's faces changed, the excitement was overflowing, the exhaustion suddenly disappeared, and they showed all kinds of magic weapons, and surrounded the injured Jindan monk, and after a while, they caught up with the prey who was unable to move.

It's a nuns.

Although he was covered in blood, his robe was scattered, his left arm was pierced and drooping, and his short hair was scattered to cover his face, many people in the Chixia Sect recognized that this person was Yan Shujia, a Jindan monk of Qi State.

"Senior Yan, don't come to harm!"

Liu Zhengchun stroked his beard lightly, said hello, and at the same time signaled everyone to get ready, he had originally given up the idea of hunting a monk at the ground level or the same level, but since the other party had already sent it to the door, there was naturally no reason to refuse, looking at Yan Shujia's pale expression and slightly unstable aura, he estimated that there was not much spiritual power left in the other party's body, and it was a good opportunity to kill.

"If you want to die, let the horse come!"

Yan Shujia straightened her waist and let out a sigh of relief, thinking about the various rules to deal with this situation, but she couldn't find a suitable coping strategy, so she could only try her best to stabilize the chaotic aura in her body, and there were suddenly nine more flying swords behind her, two of which were slightly damaged, but the momentum of the sword cultivation was still there, and several scattered cultivators who spared their lives actually faintly took a few steps back.

"Don't be afraid of her, at the end of the strong crossbow, she dares to be ashamed, things are divided equally, and you can get a golden pill, but you don't have this kind of opportunity to make a fortune every day!"

Compared with the wait-and-see when hunting the monk before, Liu Zhengchun, who has been responsible for leading the team to give orders, rushed forward this time, different from the magic sword he was holding before, he changed to an eyebrow-level long stick this time, which should be his real magic weapon.

Three flying swords rushed towards Liu Zhengchun's front door, and the other six flying swords, except for three to protect him, the other three flew towards a Xuan-level monk who was closest to Liu Zhengchun.

Qiang ——!

The flying sword hit the stick, making a painful and tormenting sound, this flying sword, obviously damaged in the previous battle, although because of the skillful control, dodged the fierce blow of the stick, but it was still disturbed by the strength, crumbling, and did not make a contribution.

Even so, Han Li didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, although the Jindan monk was alone and seriously injured, but the Jindan was the Jindan, and maybe there was a means to fight for his life, he picked up the pitch-black big sword, wandered on the edge of the battle, and threw a few second-order talismans over, which was considered harassment, which was considered average in the team, and it was not eye-catching.

Wang Lan's death before had already reminded several loose cultivators in the team, if you were in danger, these Chixiamen monks known as "teammates" would not save you.

However, the seven Xuan-level monks are not a small number, just the initial attempt of each person, so that Yan Shujia, who was under siege, was in a big mess, she had to quickly throw out two jade bottles, as soon as the bottle landed, it immediately burst open, releasing dozens of flying wasps, the wasps are the size of a fist, the whole body is transparent, as if condensed by pure spiritual power, every time it touches the monk's spiritual power shield, it will shoot out a number of crystal thorns, although the power is not large, but it seems to be able to consume the monk's spiritual power, among the seven people, at least three people are troubled by this, and have to leave the place to avoid the harassment of the wasp swarm。

But that's not a big deal.

Liu Zhengchun brandished a long stick with a fierce sound, and was already close to the opponent, he could see that most of the magic sword of this sword cultivation had already been lost, and the power was even more useless, and this Jindan monk himself, although he had some melee skills, but because of his injuries and scattered steps, when he clashed, he mostly responded with passive dodging, which showed that the injuries on her body were serious, and she had already injured the original element.

Syllable!

The long stick hit Yan Shujia's waist, her body was staggering, and the flying sword under her control suddenly lost its accuracy, and was easily dodged by Liu Zhengchun, and the magic sword that was entangled with another monk was even more defaced by the opponent who didn't know what means to use, and the aura dissipated, Yan Shujia, who was in line with her heart, spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and when her body was unstable, she could only throw out a jade bottle again, this kind of reserve that does not need to consume her own spiritual power is her last treasure.

I knew that Fang had just fought and was not so desperate, and Yan Shujia regretted it. Sure enough, "everything is foreseen, and if nothing is prepared, it will be wasted", this sentence of the master should have been recorded in the notebook a long time ago.

But if it weren't for the demon girl's master, Hou Hei, who made hands and feet for his orb, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed at all. At the most critical juncture, that orb was able to be activated by the mantra of the demon girl, and briefly sealed his ability to use the storage bag, and after forcibly breaking the ban, it suddenly exploded, seriously injuring himself, and losing at least half of his spiritual power, so he was constrained everywhere, and finally lost the enemy, and had to give up the thing that was suspected to be the natal magic weapon of the Ice Desolate Snow Girl, and escaped and evacuated.

Now, when he met these seven Xuan-level monks who seemed to be from Chixiamen, they were even more ferocious, seeing that there were fewer and fewer wasps released by the jade bottle, and not only did everyone have no tired look on their faces, but there was a strong joy, Yan Shujia was even more reluctant in his heart, but two of the seven people had been fighting with him in close quarters, and they couldn't get out in a hurry.

Even if you are self-destructive, you will not be allowed to succeed!

She naturally knows the fate of falling into the hands of such a demon clan, living in Qi for a long time, growing up under the care of Shizun and a group of senior brothers and sisters, what she has heard is naturally the ferocity, tyranny and barbarism of the demon clan, before entering the canyon ruins, the demon girl's master gave herself a pearl magic weapon, she also naively thought that the demon clan is not all bad people, but now think about it, can be called "demon", there is no good thing!

"Get out of here!"

A fierce energy welled up in her heart, and she shouted, throwing out a one-foot-square, circular porcelain plate-like magic weapon, the magic weapon rotated rapidly, suspended in mid-air, and constantly threw out wisps of golden light, which was as long as an entity, and everything touched by the golden light was slowed down by at least thirty percent, and she didn't hesitate anymore, throwing out at least ten third-order spirit stones and landing on the porcelain plate.

"Boom!"

Yan Shujia knew the power of this thing, completely ignoring the almost deadly long stick and magic sword attacked by the opponent, and retreated sharply, although she was injured by two blades one after another, but she avoided the center point of the explosion, and at the same time, she was hit by the air wave and fell to the ground but immediately got up, without any thought of checking the opponent's loss, and quickly flew away into the distance.

Although the power of this qi wave is terrifying, the power is almost concentrated in the core, and it will not cause fatal injuries to the monks on the periphery, which is also the reason why the opponent's cultivation is low.

Han Li was also slightly injured, this was because he had been walking on the edge at the beginning, and when he saw the strange plate-shaped magic weapon thrown out, he even retreated a few steps back and silently put two water shield talismans on himself.

However, the explosion still caused the water shield talisman to burst, impacting his body to a place at least five zhang away, seeing the half of the body of another monk flying past him, he did not stop rolling his body, but directly took advantage of the situation to roll to the side of the half of the body, his left hand was secretly clasped, and he took the man's storage bag, and once again pretended to be unable to stop, and rolled for three or four zhang before stopping.

Seeing that there is no other interest, he has always wanted to get out of this temporary patchwork, maybe there will be a lot of possibilities to be used as cannon fodder in the future, and the Chixiamen team, which is full of various risks, is a good opportunity at this time.

Thinking of this, he tore off the Danqing rosary that had been on his wrist, threw it far away, and a carp stiffened and flew away quickly.