Within this magic circle of thousands of miles, the scene of several monks fighting each other was staged at the same time.

Near a pond, I saw a woman in a red robe, suspended in mid-air, holding a large knife in her hand, the tip of which was pointing downward.

The blood on the knife had not yet dried, and it was dripping down from the tip of the knife at the moment.

Opposite it, a white-robed monk turned pale, and one arm was gone.

On the ground not far away, a corpse had been cut off, and a large patch of blood flowed on the ground.

The area smells of disgusting blood.

I only heard that the injured monk was saying angrily: "Fairy Yan, I have no grievances with you, you have already killed my junior brother, and I was also defeated by you, why do you want to kill them all?"

I saw this fairy surnamed Yan, as if he hadn't heard it, his face was cold, and his eyes were fixed on the injured monk opposite, just like looking at a dead man.

Suddenly, this Yan Fairy's eyes narrowed slightly, and the big knife in his hand was slowly raised.

Then he jerked forward, spitting out a chopping word from his mouth.

The broadsword came out of his hand, and the knife seemed heavy, but its speed was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the monk opposite.

The white-robed monk had a look of despair in his eyes and hurriedly dodged to the side.

However, the broadsword seemed to have eyes, and after flipping, it drew an arc in mid-air and slashed at the white-robed monk.

"Ahh

A scream was heard.

The white-robed monk was cut in half by a large knife, and the two pieces of corpse fell to the ground respectively.

.......

In a valley of the circle, above a low jungle, a young man with a beautiful face held a thunderball in his hand.

Lightning swam above this thunderball.

"Thorn! sting!"

The sound of lightning flashed continuously.

Opposite it was a middle-aged monk, dressed in long robes, tattered, with a silver shield in front of him, half of which was blackened, and he could barely make out what the shield looked like.

The thunderball in the boy's hand was accumulating energy, and his size had grown from the size of a jealous to the size of a fist, and the sound of the arc cracking was getting louder and louder.

The middle-aged monk on the opposite side had a frightened expression on his face.

Looking at the thunderball, his eyes were full of despair, and at this moment, his mind collapsed, and he was unable to fight again, urging the flying magic weapon under his feet to flee directly.

When the boy saw this, he did not chase after him, but threw the thunderball in his hand into the air, and then pointed at the monk.

The thunderball shot away several times as fast as the monk had escaped, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than ten feet away from the monk.

I saw an arc of lightning send out from the thunderball, directly hitting the monk's back.

"Wow!"

Then the sound of an electric arc is heard.

The monk on the other side stopped fleeing, his body trembled, he froze in mid-air, and then his body trembled.

Then the middle-aged monk emitted a wisp of green smoke.

After the smoke passed, the middle-aged monk disappeared.

A deformed silver shield fell from mid-air.

......

In the center of this circle, there is a tall mountain.

Halfway up this peak, there is an open meadow.

This meadow is very flat, with a radius of forty or fifty zhang.

At this moment, a handsome young man has only cultivated to the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period.

The man held a large handful of talismans in his hand, and as if he didn't want money, he threw them at the horse-faced man in front of him one after another, and the light of various colors drowned the monk.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A series of loud noises were heard.

After these voices subsided, the horse-faced monk on the opposite side poked his head out from behind a golden shield, and his body was undamaged.

And this shield is shining with gold, and it is not an ordinary product at first glance.

The eighth-layer Qi cultivator, seeing that the attack was fruitless, did not continue to throw out the talisman in his hand.

Instead, he shook his head, a faint smile appeared on his face, and took the talisman in his hand.

Harnessing the flying sword, he turned around and left the place.

......

Lin Yang saw that Ge Xintian had killed Zhuge Cambodia in an instant, and knew that the magic blade transformed by the black qi was not trivial.

At this moment, he pointed at Ge Xintian, who was not far away, his lips moved slightly, and a word came out of his mouth.

"Slash!"

I saw that the talisman was shining with golden light, and a small golden sword was conjured.

After the little sword hovered above Lin Yang's head, it went straight to the black qi that wrapped Ge Xintian and slashed away.

After the little sword flew out, it grew all the way, and the power it emitted enveloped the space within a radius of dozens of zhang, and at this moment the small sword had become a giant sword more than a zhang long.

The giant sword emitted a dazzling golden light, making people dare not look directly.

At this moment, in the black gas, Ge Xintian's wild laughter was heard, and then a black magic blade flew out, flying straight towards the golden giant sword transformed by the rune treasure.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The greatsword and the magic blade collided together, making a series of metal crashing sounds.

After seeing this scene, Lin Yang was taken aback, he didn't expect that Ge Xintian's magic blade would be able to resist the attack of the rune treasure.

Lin Yang's mind was connected to the rune treasure, and his divine sense controlled the rune treasure and continued to attack the magic blade.

Ge Xintian did not show weakness, the black qi around his body continued to converge towards the demon blade, and the two collided more than ten times in succession, but neither of them could help the other.

In the end, the golden giant sword and the black magic blade stuck together, as if two cows were facing each other, in a state of stalemate, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Lin Yang looked at Ge Xintian as he injected spiritual power into the giant sword.

Ge Xintian was wrapped in black qi, and at this moment, he also mobilized the magic power in his body to converge towards the demon blade.

Now it turned out to be Lin Yang and Ge Xintian competing for mana in their bodies.

See who can hold on to the end and have a chance of winning.

Lin Yang didn't want to fight with Ge Xintian to consume mana, so the result would be a lose-lose situation.

So, he urged Lan Cangzhu to attack the black qi from the other side.

At the moment when Lan Cangzhu came into contact with the black gas.

It was as if he had entered a quagmire, pulled by a huge force in the black gas.

In the face of this black demonic qi, Lan Cangzhu could no longer play the slightest role.

Lin Yang took Lan Cangzhu back.

After that, he threw out the ink feather fan again, and fanned the demonic qi several times in succession, and the crimson flames entered the black qi.

The black air mass tumbled a few times, and a depression appeared.

Then a black gas came out again, instantly filling the depression that had just appeared.

The flame of the ink feather fan also had little effect on the attack of the demonic qi.

At this time, Lin Yang was a little anxious, and the mana in his body was draining rapidly.

If it continues like this, it will be very detrimental to him.

Since he had already consumed more than half of his mana when he killed Jin Wushuang before, he had consumed at least thirty percent of his mana to urge this small sword rune treasure.

When He Ge Xintian's demon blade attacked, it consumed a lot of mana.

At this moment, the mana in the body is less than one percent.

Lin Yang took out a small bottle of spiritual liquid again, raised his neck and drank it, although the spiritual liquid can restore the mana in the body, but it also takes time to absorb it.

If you meditate and pranayama for half an hour, you can recover all the mana consumed.

If you are in a combat state, the speed of ichor absorption is much slower.

It takes at least an hour to convert the aura in the spiritual fluid into spiritual power.

Ge Xintian was in the black qi, and he could see very clearly that this monk named Lin Yang had not much mana left in his body.

As long as he holds on for a while, it is estimated that this person will not be able to hold on.

As a result, Ge Xintian increased the output of the magic power in his body and suppressed the golden giant sword to death.

Whoever runs out of mana first will be a dead end, this situation is the last thing Lin Yang wants to see.

There's no way around it now.

At this moment, if you take the risk of calling out Xiao Xi and escape with the help of Xiao Xi, you should be fifty percent sure of escaping from this place.

However, even if he succeeds in escaping this time, Ge Xintian will investigate himself in the future.

The secret of Lan Cangzhu and Mo Feather Fan is not guaranteed, and the secret of Xiao Xi is also easy to be revealed.

When the time comes, he will face not only Ge Xintian, but also the demon cultivation force behind him.

And Ge Xintian is also an old treacherous and cunning person.

As long as he released the news of the Mo Feather Fan and Lan Cangzhu a little, these high-level officials of the Blue Cloud Sect would also intervene to investigate the matter.

In this way, his plan to enter the Blue Cloud Sect will all fail, and he will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

Lin Yang instantly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

Now only by finding a way to kill Ge Xintian here, can he successfully enter the Blue Cloud Sect and fulfill the last wish handed over to him by Mo Ion.

And this demonic qi is very difficult, his magic weapon can't help these black qi at all, and the mana in his body is decreasing little by little.

Even if there is a spiritual liquid replenishment, the mana consumed is still far greater than the spiritual power replenished.

Just when Lin Yang was anxious, a message came from his divine sense, which made Lin Yang happy in his heart.

So, with a tap of the storage bag on his waist, a black bead hovered in front of him.

The moment the black bead appeared, it let out a muffled snort.

In Lin Yang's sea of divine consciousness, there was the idea of black beads excited.

Then with a snort, it shot towards the black air mass on the opposite side.

After the black ball entered the black air mass, the wailing sound in the air mass was loud.

I saw that the black gas was constantly tumbling, as if it was pouring a scoop of cold water into a hot oil pot.

The spirits in the black gas are like frying pans, and the mournful wails are even stronger, which makes people feel creepy.

At this time, Ge Xintian's frightened cry was heard.

"What the hell is this, stop devouring my geist, stop it. ”

Hei Zhu and Lin Yang have a mental sense, and Lin Yang can sense that the black bead at this moment has already conjured a mouth shape in the black qi.

is chasing the souls in the black gas, sucking these souls into their mouths one by one and devouring them.