In the col full of flowers, the flower vines are still branching out on everyone's heads, and the nose is full of fragrance. The mountain is also intact and shows no signs of damage.

Everyone looked at each other, and one of them angrily asked, "What the hell is that thing you threw out, and why are we back now?"

Yan looked at the man and narrowed his eyes slightly, and the man's accusations were choked in his mouth.

Another said, "Speaking of which, you said the whole thing." Is this a conspiracy of your demons?

"Hey, old man Fu, no one invited you over. What do you mean by that now?" Ying Zhao walked over with a knife to push through the crowd.

"Don't want the demon clan to compensate, it's also the demon clan's proposal. Are you two tribes deliberately plotting to harm our human race? This is not a magic circle at all, but a passage to the Divine Realm, and you deliberately led us to death. ”

The voice of the man who said that was so high that he could not hear a man or a woman. Yan glanced at the crowd and couldn't find anyone talking.

As soon as these words came out, the people were in an uproar.

The Terrans are far away from the other two races and are alone in groups.

"The Terrans are really timid and despicable, and they only dare to stand behind people and speak. A black-haired, blue-eyed demon said.

"Zi, your son was killed by the demon clan, and you are still helping the demon clan, aren't you afraid that your son will cry under the Yellow Spring?"

"Your son is crying under the Yellow Spring!"

Everyone suddenly quarreled, and many Terran monks believed that this was in the passage of the Divine Realm.

"Can you have a longer brain?"

Yu Xiao shouted loudly: "Zhuqingxi's predecessors are still here, and there is no thunder falling, which means that this is still in the magic circle." ”

There was silence around for a while, and the shrill voice just now spoke again.

"Shut up. You're a beast, a guy who doesn't even have a race, and you still have a heart on pleasing the demon clan. ”

"Who? Whoever said this, you stand up for me!"

Yu Xiao was furious, and a chill bubbled out of his body.

The cold qi suddenly took back, and ran along the spiritual root to her whole body, and the sea of consciousness was cold and quiet, and the whole person calmed down.

Yu Xiao flipped through his hand and took out the small bottle of spiritual ink that Song Mo'er gave her. It's empty inside.

The insults of others did not stop, and Yu Xiao looked up to see that an old man with a beard hanging down to his navel was the most excited, and his face was flushed with noise.

Yu Xiao looked closely, and it was not that the old man was blushing, but that his face was covered with a red gas. Other people's faces, too, are more or less some.

Yu Xiao glanced back at Yan, although he had a straight face as always, his face was not that red.

"Aren't you angry?" Yu Xiao couldn't help but ask.

Yan said flatly: "Angry, but nothing to be noisy about." ”

He pressed his long eyebrows, "If it weren't for now, I would have shot a long time ago." ”

There was a sudden silence around them, and everyone retreated, trying to stay away from the bearded old man.

The long-bearded old man was full of spiritual power, forming a shock wave like water ripples, vibrating in a circle.

"What's going on?" Yu Xiao asked Ying Zhao.

"Who knows. Ying Zhao snorted and guessed: "Angry yourself?"

Yu Xiao took a closer look, the old man had a white face, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and he didn't look angry at all, but like he couldn't control the panic and fear of his spiritual power.

"Why is there no red on his face?"

"What kind of red gas?" asked Ying Zhao rhetorically.

"Kuliu, calm down. Someone in the Terran reassured.

"No, he's going to blow himself up. ”

Zhu Qingxi stood up from the corner and squeezed to Yu Xiao's side, feeling that the breath here was the most stable.

The circle formed by the crowd widened a bit.

"Senior Zhu, do you have a way to stop him?" asked Yu Xiao.

"Stop what? I'm also a demon clan, and the human race will think that he blew himself up is my hand. ”

Zhu Qingxi said in a rough voice, also looking angry.

Yu Xiao's eyes widened. Even the combined cultivators couldn't parry, and this magic circle was too powerful.

The most frightening thing is that they have been entering this level for half an hour, but they haven't even seen the true appearance of the magic circle.

Although everyone now knows that this anger is the work of the magic circle, there is no way to control it.

The spiritual power on the bearded old man's body escaped, like a dark cloud over everyone's heads.

The self-detonation of the Void Refining Cultivator could destroy half of a realm of the size of the Bright Moon Extreme Spirit Realm. Seeing that something was wrong, everyone prepared to escape.

Someone tried to hit the mountain and the flower vine, and the spell passed through it directly, and disappeared without a trace, and it took a long time before there was a muffled sound.

But the mountain did not move, the flower vines were unharmed, and people could not pass through. Escape techniques don't work either.

Everyone was trapped in this col, and there was no way to escape.

Zhu Qingxi refused to make a move, so Yu Xiao had no choice but to ask, "Where did Song Mo'er go?"

"With their Terrans. "Song Mo'er is in his own meson realm, and the human race has not yet told him that he has entered the magic circle and intends to preserve his strength.

"Get him out. ”

The monks at the head of the Terran Race looked at each other a few times, and snorted: "It's not yet time for Senior Song to make a move, and it's not like there are no combined monks here, why should we be asked to make a move by the Terran Race?"

"This old man is also from the human race," the anger in Yu Xiao's heart began to bubble up one by one again, but she gritted her teeth and suppressed it, and persuaded as calmly as possible: "If he blows himself up, we won't be able to escape." ”

"You demon lackey, it's not your turn to dictate to us. One of them scolded with splatters, looking more excited than Yu Xiao who was scolded.

Yu Xiao clearly saw this time that the red qi on the person's face penetrated through his nose and mouth, and the person's spiritual power also surged out, and the people around him instantly dispersed.

Now the people who are about to blow themselves up have become two, even if they hide in the meson realm, it is difficult to say that they will not be harmed.

"Why are all the people who are on the Tao, and it's really the ghosts of the demons and the demon clan!"

"Fuck your shit. ”

"Your human race has the same heart and eye as the tip of a needle, and your cultivation is not good, so it's not strange that you have a middle technique. ”

The crowd quarreled again, and the redness on their faces grew.

Yu Xiao persuaded them to call Song Mo'er out, but no one listened, and she didn't bother to persuade them, so she pretended not to hear those ugly insults, and defended wholeheartedly.

The scolding monks cursed, but their faces changed.

At first, he scolded a few words, just to vent the annoyance in his heart, but now they can't stop if they want to, and suddenly there are two more Chinese surgeries, so they have to try to defend themselves.

A group of cultivators who are at least refining voids, while making noise like shrews, while busy forming magic tricks and cloth magic circles, it looks really funny.

"I can't stand it. The bearded monk roared, and his whole body was covered in a blinding white light.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the shock wave spread.

A figure suddenly appeared not far from the bearded monk. He was so enveloped in light that he couldn't see what he had done, and the light suddenly vanished, and the bearded monk fell to the ground.