As soon as the phantom man's voice fell, a murderous intent appeared on his face, and the monstrous coercion poured out like a tide.

At the same time, the righteous path disciples who were also caught in the formation were basically spinning in place, feeling inexplicably panicked in their hearts.

After such a long period of exploration, they also knew that the people in brocade robes around them were all conjured by the formation, so they didn't care too much.

However, because of this, many disciples were also killed.

Those illusory people, as if they had received instructions, inadvertently approached the disciples, and then, just as they had done with Xue Wuxian before, their claws reached out like sharp blades, slashing into the hearts of the disciples......

Even the disciples who were highly alert and reacted quickly died on the spot because of that illusory and substantial attack.

The changes that took place in this moment deprived most of the people of their lives, and even some people did not even scream......

In another place in the formation, Wan Beichen and the three were also attacked.

However, they are not comparable to the disciples of the Jindan period, and when the illusory people revealed their murderous intentions, they immediately reacted.

When the three of them dodged the attack and rushed back, the spirit sword in their hands slashed into the air.

After the blow of those brocade-robed people, they no longer walked elsewhere as if nothing happened, but showed their fierce faces and attacked them again.

What happened next shocked Wan Beichen and the three of them beyond measure.

Their attacks had no effect on these people, and on a few occasions they got too close and were injured by the brocade-robed men.

After learning a lesson, Wan Beichen and the three of them no longer touched each other, avoided it from a distance, and tried a variety of attack methods such as spirit runes and spells, but all of them hit in the air.

As the conjured people became more and more around, the three of them no longer wasted their strength, and immediately made a decision, turned around and fled......

Outside the formation

Wen Hua galloped quickly, he was calm and calm in the past, but he was very anxious at this time.

What Tang Yuping brought was a small and half elite disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley, which was the foundation of the sect, not to mention that Tang Yuping, the valley master, was also among them, so Wen Hua couldn't help but be anxious.

If they die, the Valley of Flowers will break their muscles and bones, and they will need to be raised for decades before they can recover.

More importantly, Wen Hua's feelings for Tang Yuping are not much worse than his two daughters, and he definitely doesn't want to see Tang Yuping have an accident.

Wen Hua's whole person almost turned into a ray of light, and when he came to the place of the accident, what caught his eyes was a huge light mask.

At this time, in the light mask, a series of miserable screams floated into his ears, like needles, piercing his heart.

Wen Hua was furious, and he dodged and broke into the light mask......

On Mu Wanfeng's side, as soon as the monstrous coercion of the phantom man appeared, Xiang Xuelan in his other hand snorted, and then the snow-white cheeks showed a look of pain.

"Senior, senior sister......" Mu Wanfeng shouted with difficulty.

Xiang Xuelan closed her eyes tightly, as if she had a nightmare, and her head kept shaking, which made people pity.

"When is it, you still have the heart to care about her life or death!"

Xue Wuxian shouted violently, and then took out the only remaining Five Thunder Talisman. With spiritual power infused into it, the thunder power just now appeared in his hand again.

Then Xue Wuxian turned his hand into a knife and cut it towards the finger that pinched Mu Wanfeng......

Poop!

Snow Traceless's palm fell like lightning, cutting into the phantom man's finger, but it seemed to hit the gold stone, making a sound that only iron strikes.

With this palm, Xue Wuxian not only carried the power of thunder, but also poured the spiritual power of the whole body into it, and the power was so great that even if it was really a golden stone, it could be cut. However, it only left a shallow white mark on that finger.

The huge anti-shock force shook Xue Wuji's arm out of his body and paralyzed him, and he felt that his finger bones were shattered inch by inch.

However, as if he didn't seem to feel the pain, he took the spirit sword in his other hand and frantically slashed at the phantom man's fingers......

Looking at the crazy snow in front of him, Mu Wanfeng felt inexplicably heartache.

I'm just someone you've only known for a few days, so why did I get to this......

"Snow without a trace...... I...... What I like is women, you ...... You're going to die of this heart...... Leave me alone...... Hurry, hurry up......" Mu Wanfeng said intermittently.

Xue Wuxi's eyes were red, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he said angrily: "Shut up!"

This bastard is actually dying, and he doesn't forget to be cheap!

Suddenly, the phantom man's hand loosened, and Mu Wanfeng fell straight down......

Seeing this, Xue Wuxian was overjoyed, stepped on his sword and flew away, and caught the falling Mu Wanfeng.

But before he could be happy, the phantom man waved his hand, carried a gust of wind, swatted like a fly, and whistled towards the two of them.

Xue Wuxian was quick with his eyes, and at the moment when his palm came, he turned around and protected Mu Wanfeng with his back.

Burst~

There was an incomparable force on his back, and he hit the snow without a trace and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Mu Wanfeng's face.

Then the two of them flew diagonally like meteorites and smashed them to the ground......

Bang!

Snow Wuxian smashed the ground into a deep pit, and Mu Wanfeng was thrown out by him, but Mu Wanfeng was not injured again.

Snow was wounded without traces, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was like gold paper, dying......

"Snow without a trace!"

After Mu Wanfeng rolled down a few laps, he immediately got up, stumbled in front of Xue Wuxi, took out the elixir that Han Rou had refined for him, and poured it into his mouth.

It wasn't until the ten pills were poured into Xue Wuxi's mouth that Mu Wanfeng threw away the jade bottle.

"How do you feel?" asked Mu Wanfeng eagerly.

Xue Wuxian seemed to be a little relieved, squeezed out a smile, and then pulled the wound and coughed violently......

"Ahem...... Still dead for the time being...... Ahem...... I can't die, but I can't move......" Xue Wuxian said weakly.

Seeing that Xue Wuxian coughed up a large pool of blood again, Mu Wanfeng hurriedly said, "Okay, don't talk!"

Xue Wuxian shook his head and said, "In my storage ring, there is a bronze mirror the size of a palm, cough cough...... After urging, you can break through the delusion and cough ...... You take it out, ahem...... Then go to the edge of the formation, close your eyes and get out...... Ahem...... You're not lightly injured, leave me alone, you can leave quickly......"

Mu Wanfeng didn't bother to ask him at this time, why did he know the way to get out, his eyes widened, and he said, "Even if you climb, I will crawl to take you out!"

After saying that, he picked up Xue Wuxian and put it on his back.

Xue Wuxian was so anxious that he spat blood again, and then said, "You ......"

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Wanfeng: "Shut up......!

Mu Wanfeng wanted to scold a few words, but after putting Xue Wuxian on his back, he felt a lot of pressure, and he gasped for breath, and swallowed back the curse words.

The illusory man in the sky, like watching a play, looked at the two people struggling on the ground.

He is a divine beast, and he is merciful to let them live, and these two people, not only dare to violate his majesty, but also attack him, which is simply intolerable to him.

I haven't seen a living person for hundreds of thousands of years, and I originally wanted to talk a few more words to relieve my boredom before killing him.

But now, he decided to kill the two of them immediately to vent his hatred!

Mu Wanfeng carried the snow without a trace, his steps were vain, and before he had taken a few steps, he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Shaking his head, he bit his teeth on the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated him to wake up a lot, and he forced himself to calm down and walked forward step by step.

Because of the phantom man's shot just now, Mu Wanfeng and the two almost flew down to the side of the bronze tripod.

After a long time, the rice flew over with the millet.

Seeing that the rice and millet were only a dozen zhang away from him, the illusory people around him swarmed over, stretched out their claws one after another, and hit Mu Wanfeng.

However, at this time, where does he still have the strength to resist?

Mu Wanfeng looked at the people besieging her, smiled bitterly, stopped, sat down, and asked, "Xue Wuxian, you could have walked away directly, why did you save me?"

He just asked casually, not thinking about hearing the answer, because the hands and claws of several people were already close at hand......

Xue Wuxian lay on Mu Wanfeng's back and chuckled, "I ......"

Before he could say anything, two sword qi slashed rapidly from a distance, and they arrived in front of Mu Wanfeng's eyes in an instant.

Mu Wanfeng only felt that his eyes flickered, and those who attacked were touched by the sword qi, and they suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and drifted into the air.

Then, a voice that made Mu Wanfeng love and hate sounded.

"Senior brother, it's too late!"

Mo Yushu flew over the rice and fell in front of Mu Wanfeng in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the two seriously injured, he said in surprise: "Senior brother, although this illusion is treacherous, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, Ranqing's strength can still deal with it, why did it end up like this?"

Mu Wanfeng raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and said, "This guy is as stinky as you, and he calls himself a divine beast!"

Mo Yushu followed his fingers and looked at the sky, and when he saw the illusory man, his heart suddenly sank, and he hurriedly picked up the rice that ran over and put it in Mu Wanfeng's arms.

Then he took one in one hand, and when he lifted the two of them, he was about to fly away.

Mo Yushu's knowledge is, in some respects, broader than that of Snow Without a Trace.

Although he only glanced at the phantom man, with just one glance, he could be sure that this guy was an invincible existence.

From the old man, he learned the control of the situation, so his ability to sense the qi machine is extraordinary.

Those who were conjured up by the formation, although the general attack did not work, he and Mu Wanfeng could use their momentum to destroy and break them.

However, the momentum exuded by the man above was exactly the same as that of the old man, so that Mo Yushu had no idea of resisting, so he turned around and ran, without dragging mud and water at all.

"Hmph, want to leave?" Seeing that the three of them were about to escape, the phantom man snorted coldly, then flipped his palm and slapped it down in the air.

A mountain and tsunami of energy hit Mu Wanfeng and the three of them......