"Hurry up...... The monsters have begun to attack the Eight Desolation Cloud Tower......"

At this time, in the territory of Qingyang Sect shrouded in demonic fog, around the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms, with the cessation of the dark demonic wind, more and more monsters discovered the existence of the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms, and also realized the difference between the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms, and even some of them had a good nose, and they had already smelled the breath of the people inside, so more and more monsters began to rush towards the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms, at first they were still one by one, and in the back, they were already a group of groups, and then finally, a large number of monsters had been formed and charged one after another!

Boom, boom, boom

Countless huge monsters rushed over, brandishing the weapons in their hands, and smashed them down towards the Eight Desolations Cloud Terrace.

When the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms were attacked, a faint aura had automatically appeared and turned into a large defensive array, blocking the attacks of all kinds of monsters outside, but seeing that with the successive attacks of the monsters, the array of lights in the large array was constantly flickering!

"There's no way, there's only one way to die if you sit back and wait like this, although the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms are for defense, but no one has ever thought that the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms would resist so many monsters at one time, if it goes on like this, when the big array is broken, we will be a dead end!"

Wu Qing, the true legend of Ziyun Peak, who stayed behind, quickly made a decision: "The disciples of Ziyun Peak prepare, go out and kill immediately, as much as possible, kill those monsters with huge bodies that pose a threat to the big array, and reduce the burden of the big array, the disciples of the Imperial God Peak are few, so they will act together with the disciples of Ziyun Peak, Senior Brother Meng, you lead the disciples of Longyin Peak and Shenxiao Peak to meet us near the cloud platform......"

Meng Zhenzhen, a disciple of Long Yin Peak, nodded and said loudly: "When you rush to kill a pillar of incense, you will return and replace it with us!"

When the disciples had taken counsel, they rushed out.

But at this moment, the disciples of Xiaozhufeng were already restless, and they all gathered around: "Senior brothers and sisters, why don't you arrange for me to fight, is it because my Xiaozhufeng disciples' strength is lower, so I stay in it and be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Wu Qing and Meng really saw the angry appearance of Xiao Zhufeng's disciples, and both of them were silent for a while.

"I didn't let you stay in because you were weaker......"

Wu Qing said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Fang Yuan risked his life and went out to ask for help, this is what he got for your little bamboo peak!"

When the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak heard this, they were all stunned for a moment, but soon someone shouted: "You Purple Cloud Peak, Dragon Yin Peak, and Imperial God Peak also have people who have taken the risk to go out to ask for help, so why do you want to go out and kill, isn't this all the same?"

"Let's go out and kill ......"

When Wu Qing heard this, she sneered: "That's really because we are stronger!"

After saying that, regardless of the anger of Xiao Zhufeng's disciples, they shouted loudly, and led the crowd to rush out.

Before leaving the Eight Desolations Cloud Terrace, she and Meng Huanzhen glanced at each other, and both of them were in a heavy mood.

Now, it's time to fight hard......

But even if he tried his best, he was just trying to slow down the speed at which the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms were broken as much as possible......

And the end result is not in their hands!

"I don't know if the reinforcements can come, but now it's a matter of fate......"

......

......

"When it comes to the end, we still have to use this method to ......"

At this time, outside the palace tent of the Hundred Flowers Valley, Fang Yuan walked slowly in the night.

His face also changed from time to time, sometimes cold and hard, and sometimes hesitant.

For him, who has always been extremely determined, this is the first time he has been so entangled.

But in any case, as he walked forward step by step, his face finally became firm.

Maybe something was wrong, but he had to do it.

The shadows of the Qingyang Sect's fellow disciples flashed in his mind, and he finally made a decision, and there were no more distractions......

"Sick ......"

He sacrificed a flying magic weapon, which was a pair of flowing cloud wings, like a pair of eagle wings, each feather was made of pig iron, flashing with a faint cold light in the night, this was originally a magic weapon commonly used among Qi cultivation disciples, the fastest one, and I don't know where Luo Feiling stole it from, but one thing is for sure, this girl is very discerning in picking things!

"For the sake of the Qingyang Sect, even if there is really any sin, our original will bear it with all our might!"

Fang Yuan finally let out a long breath, and suddenly pinched a magic seal, and the wings of the flowing clouds immediately stuck on his back, and then as his body of Xuanhuang Qi poured into it, the wind howled in an instant, gathering at the bottom of the wings, Fang Yuan's figure immediately flew up, making a piercing wind-sweeping sound, like a black light, and rushed into the boundless night in an instant.

At this time, in the other direction, there was also a red light that escaped into the night, and it was Luo Feiling.

It was still quiet in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and no one had noticed that the two of them were no longer in the palace tent.

The mana is unreserved, and the speed is increased to the extreme.

The iron wings behind Fang Yuan roared, and the whole person flew quickly in the air like a bolt of lightning!

If it weren't for the fact that within the territory of the Hundred Flowers Valley, the dark demon breath had already faded to a certain extent, and countless monsters had even escaped into the territory of the Qingyang Sect, Fang Yuan would never have dared to control this magic weapon so crazy, but now, he had no worries, anyway, at this time, the territory of the Hundred Flowers Valley was almost no different from the outside world, and he could increase his speed to the fullest!

In this case, he quickly arrived at a place, which was a swarthy stone platform, about ninety-nine zhang in diameter, quietly located on a continuous low mountain, with countless ancient and desolate runes engraved on the outside, and when Fang Yuan approached this stone platform, those runes immediately flashed an invisible and powerful force, isolating him from the stone platform.

"Eight Desolate Cloud Platforms, open!"

Fang Yuan raised a purple array flag and slowly floated around him.

Above the array flag, a faint brilliance emerged, and the invisible formation power immediately subsided, Fang Yuan easily entered the stone platform, then looked around, made a little push, and then walked lightly in one direction.

This is the Eight Desolation Cloud Platform within the territory of the Hundred Flowers Valley, and it is also the place where the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley are about to teleport away.

These cloud platforms were built two thousand years ago by the predecessors of the major immortal sects of the Yue Kingdom, which took countless energy and resources, which is of great significance, which can not only teleport the disciples of the major immortal gates away at the end of the trial, but also protect them to a certain extent when they encounter danger, if it is not for a large number of monsters attacking, this cloud platform can be defended!

This gimbal is guarded by a large array, and no one can easily enter it.

However, before entering the Demon Breath Lake, Fang Yuan and the other major true legends of the Immortal Sect were all given a purple order flag, but they could freely enter the Eight Desolate Cloud Platforms, this was to allow them to take their disciples into the Cloud Platforms for refuge when necessary!

And now, Fang Yuan used this order flag to enter the cloud platform of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

Inside this Eight Desolation Cloud Platform, it was empty, quiet, and half of the figure could not be seen, after all, the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley at this time were busy scattering in various territories, frantically collecting elixirs, they had not yet reached the end of the trial, and it was impossible to encounter any fatal threats, so naturally no one would have run to this Eight Desolation Cloud Platform to take refuge at this time......

And Fang Yuan was relieved to calculate for a long time in this cloud platform, found a relatively weak internal formation, and then pasted a talisman seal there, and after a slight hesitation, he simply took a few more stacks of talisman seals and pasted them all on......

Anyway, Luo Feiling has prepared a lot of things, and he can't use them all!

After doing all this, Fang Yuan flew away from the cloud platform again, his body took off, and flew in another direction again.

This time, he flew directly towards the territory of the Beast Spirit Sect.

The distance between the Beast Spirit Sect and the Hundred Flowers Valley is not close, if he is in a hurry, it will take two or three days to say the least, but now that the wind is clear and the moon is clear, Fang Yuan can borrow the speed of the flying magic weapon to rush to the maximum, this time is naturally greatly shortened, and it only took less than two hours, he has already entered the territory of the Beast Spirit Sect, and then he flew carefully in mid-air, avoiding all the figures, fortunately, the land is sparsely populated, and everyone is busy collecting elixirs, so they can't notice his ghost-like figure at all......

And with the map given to him, he also quickly deduced the location of the Eight Desolation Cloud Platforms of the Beast Spirit Sect.

So he quickly hurried over again, and flew away again, as he had just done before.

The figure stayed in mid-air, he calculated the hour, and it was almost the time he had agreed with Luo Feiling......

He sighed deeply, leaned over and looked, above the ground, just four or five miles away, there was a disciple of the Beast Spirit Sect resting, it seemed that they had gained a lot, eating wine and meat, talking and laughing loudly, and the firelight reflected their faces......

At this time, they were so happy that they probably couldn't understand the sense of crisis that the disciples of the Qingyang Sect were dying, right?

For them, making a fortune and leaving the Lake of Devil's Breath in peace is the best outcome!

As for the disciples of the Qingyang Sect, if they don't die, what does it matter to me?

Fang Yuan understands all this very well!

It's just that understanding is understanding, and he doesn't agree......

In front of his eyes, the figures of Xiao Qiao, Xiao Pepper, Guan Fool and Xiao Zhufeng and other junior brothers and sisters slowly flashed, and then a strong sense of unwillingness gradually rose in his heart, can he really watch these people die?

...... Absolutely not!

As this thought floated, Fang Yuan's mind gradually became cold and hard.

He let out a long breath, and then suddenly pinched a magic seal!

"I begged you to rescue in a low voice, but if you refuse, then I won't ask for it......"

At this moment in his eyes, a fierce light flashed: "...... I'm going to blow up your Eight Desolation Cloud Towers and force you to save them!"