The Red Flame Jiao continued to roar, spitting flames, and all the disciples who were hit were turned into charcoal almost instantly.

The flames that spit out had a bright yellow gooey liquid, no different from the underground magma, but even hotter than the magma.

Wherever it passed, it turned into a scorched earth that endured for a long time.

Mo Yushu stood in the distance, out of the center of the battle, and watched everything in front of him coldly, with no intention of making a move.

In Yuntian Palace, there are only a few people in his heart.

Even if Mo Yushu is far away, there shouldn't be no cult people who notice him.

It is strange that from the beginning to the present, no one has actively attacked him.

Just now, he broke into the teleportation array, and was slapped by Chu Hanyan, who suddenly appeared, but he also had a little spare hand, otherwise he would not be able to stand up alive.

In such a situation, Mo Yushu thought about it for a while and understood the key.

The relationship between Mu Wanfeng and Xue Wuxian is irreversible, which can be seen from the Xuantian Secret Realm.

Moreover, as far as he could see so far, whether it was Chu Hanyan or Ren Wanli, the cult seemed to be obedient to Xue Wuxi.

Therefore, all those who had anything to do with Mu Wanfeng bypassed the center of the war.

At this time, Mo Qinghe was fighting with several cult elders, and the folding fan in his hand flew around, and the powerful formation was at his fingertips.

For a while, there was no fear of life.

Mo Yushu glanced at it lightly and relaxed slightly.

Even if there is a gap between him and Mo Qinghe, after all, the blood is connected, and it is impossible to say that there is no worry.

can only blame Mo Qinghe back then, he didn't give birth to the wall.

Like Mo Qinghe, Xuanjing and Yue Xiangchen were also fighting with the cult elders. There are not a few people they have killed.

The mountains and rivers are left for generations, and the manpower is sometimes exhausted.

Even though a few people have made meritorious contributions to cultivation and cultivated profoundly, there is still a weak trend in the face of the cult's succession.

In the long run, after a stick of incense, it will be swallowed up by the monstrous offensive of the cult.

People who are close to Mu Wanfeng do not include them. Bai Wufang didn't tell his subordinates to leave room for these people.

Therefore, when the cult members attack, they make deadly moves and are extremely ruthless.

Even after the fight, Xuanjing and the others were slightly injured.

On the contrary, Xiang Xuelan, who was assisted by Xuanjing's side, was not injured at all.

Because the cult elder was hindered by Bai Wufang's order, he was afraid to take action, and was killed by Xiang Xuelan.

In a cult where the strong are respected, how can it be easy for a person who has cultivated to the Purple Mansion Realm without dying? Soon, several elders were separated and entangled with Xiang Xuelan.

Although they are restricted by the order and can't kill Xiang Xuelan, they are not Hazi, and they can still let them attack at will?

The four elders scattered in all directions and surrounded Xiang Xuelan, preparing to capture Xiang Xuelan like they did for Han Rou.

Otherwise, they will always be jealous, and it will be difficult for them to do anything.

For them, no matter how strong Xiang Xuelan's strength is, it is only a golden pill ninefold.

With a little precaution and a few movements, she can be captured.

However, under the battle, the four of them found that Xiang Xuelan's difficulty was not inferior to the rest of the peak masters.

They were about to succeed several times, but the evil thing was that Xiang Xuelan strangely avoided it.

Every time she touched Xiang Xuelan, she was like an illusory mirage, and there was a ripple in the air, causing the four of them to pounce.

At first, they thought they were hallucinating.

Later, the pain on their bodies let them know that Xiang Xuelan's attack was so real and not fake.

After a while, the four of them had no choice but to give up the idea of capturing Xiang Xuelan. They re-engaged in the fight and began to encircle Xuanjing and others.

For Xiang Xuelan, an outlier, as long as you are careful, it won't pose much of a threat.

The Tianquan Peak was in turmoil, and the disciples who were not strong in their minds and did not have a strong sense of belonging to the sect fled towards the bottom of the mountain in a panic.

The entire Yuntian Palace was in chaos, scorched earth everywhere, thick smoke was everywhere, and no one came forward to stop it.

Disciples who have some confidence in their own strength are also fleeing in all directions in the face of the pursuit and killing of the cult, exhausted by running for their lives.

Only by the side of Xuanjing and others did they form a battle circle and resist stubbornly.

The female disciples of Yaoguang Peak gathered together and arranged a defensive formation, but the cult elders could not attack for a long time, and there were few casualties.

Yue Xiangchen and the others were also panicked at first, but now they reacted, and they gathered the disciples of each peak separately to form a formation to resist.

Although there are some feelings of painting the ground as a prison, it is inevitable that after being broken by the cult, it will be wiped out in a pot.

However, in view of the current situation, it is possible to delay for a while and avoid some casualties.

There is no one in charge of the overall situation in Baihua Valley, Tang Yuping's life and death are still unknown, and in the face of the stormy offensive of the cult, he suffered heavy casualties for a while.

Most of them are regretting why they didn't listen to Xue Wuxian just now, they were used as a gunman by Lu Qingquan, and now they are forcing themselves into a desperate situation.

Behind the main hall of Tianquan Peak, Hua Feng looked at the miserable deaths of his fellow disciples, and his eyes were red.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. What's more, people are not plants and trees, how can they be ruthless?

Hua Feng breathed heavily, her fists clenched, and finally she couldn't help it, and she was ready to go to the battlefield and fight side by side with her former classmates.

But as soon as he stepped out, he was stopped by Wen Er.

"Let it go!"

The usual impropriety on Hua Feng's face has long since disappeared, replaced by grief and anger.

Looking at Hua Feng, who was extremely serious, Wen Er said solemnly: "What can you do when you go out now?"

Hua Feng pointed to the miserable appearance outside, and said angrily: "Then you are letting me, watching them die, but I am here to drink peanuts and rice?"

After saying that, he shook off Wen Er's hand and walked out resolutely.

Looking at the back of Hua Feng's generous death, Wen Er sighed in vain and prepared to follow.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yi was silent and had already followed behind Hua Feng.

Wen Er smiled at Wen San and said, "You stay here, if we die, you can still pass on the incense, don't let the next generation of babies also call one, two, three, it's really not good~"

As soon as his voice fell, he also walked out.

Wen San was stunned, he didn't expect the serious and rigid second brother to joke, but he couldn't laugh.

"Damn, three old fat pigs are slaughtered, and the goods are knifed! Send them to death, go! Go! Go! It's good to die, no one will come to shoot me again!"

Wen San scolded in his mouth, but he also moved his steps and followed.

Hua Feng found that there were three more people around her, frowned, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Wen San spat and said, "Stupid, I came to listen to you so that you can understand, how was I stupidly shot by the second child, Third Master!"

Syllable!

Wen San pointed to the head that was slapped and said, "Did you hear that?

Hua Feng's heart warmed, and she stopped talking, and quickly threw herself into the battle circle on the side of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

Wen San and the others immediately stopped hesitating and joined in.

Anyway, they are all sent to death, and they are dying in the territory of Yuntian Palace, as for whether to help Baihua Valley or Yuntian Palace, they are all resisting the cult, and there is nothing to choose.

Moreover, the three of them, even if they were half a Hundred Flowers Valley disciple, did not have a trace of criticism.

The four of them are like boats in the waves, and they can't control the battle situation at all.

Hua Feng is better, her strength is still in Jindan Sevenfold, as long as she is not in the Purple Mansion Realm, she can still barely protect herself.

The three brothers of Wen San were heavy in Jindan, and entering the battlefield was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and they were killing themselves.

Fortunately, the people of the cult deliberately avoided them, and no one took the initiative to attack.

Wen San and a few people walked on Tianquan Peak, as if they were in a no-man's land, shuttling back and forth in the crowd.

"Second brother, you slap me again to see if I'm really stupid. Wen San was stunned.

Wen Yi rarely spoke: "We ...... Seems to have been ignored......"

Wen Er was also a little confused, how many of them were so unbearable? The people of the cult actually disdained to do it?

However, he quickly thought of the reason, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that we have been under the shadow of Brother Mu to have such treatment." ”

But this kind of treatment made the three of them not happy at all.

It's like the feeling that the gentleman can't do it, and he only insisted on it for a few times, but the lady specially comforted him, saying that he wanted to find a doctor to take a look.

A few people will not do nothing in their hands because of this.

Since they had decided, they quickly rushed to Hua Feng's side, found a few disciples of Tianxuan Peak with low strength, and took the initiative to provoke a fight.

After a while, the three of them sadly found that if it doesn't work, it won't work, and although they can't save face, they still have to find a doctor.

The three of them turned out to be Chu Bichen, who suddenly appeared, and they were captured.

The same encounter also fell on Hua Feng.

The four of them were entangled in silk threads, and no matter how much they struggled, they couldn't break free.

"Uncle Chu, why?"

Wen Er stared at Chu Bichen, his eyes full of anger.

Chu Bichen didn't answer, pulled the silk thread, dragged the four people across the battlefield, and soon came to the ring, in front of the snow without a trace.

Xue Wuxian held Mu Wanfeng in his hand, his eyes swept over the four of them, and his gaze was extremely cold.

Chu Bichen saluted respectfully and asked, "What should these four people do?"

Xue Wuxian waved his hand and said, "Put it here first, go and capture all the people who have something to do with Mu Wanfeng, get in the way!"

Chu Bichen put down Wen San and the others and took the order.

Only then did Wen San realize that Beitang Yiye was also next to Xue Wuji, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious.

Hua Feng looked at Xue Wuxian with complicated eyes, and said, "Senior Brother Xue, why is this?"

Xue Wuxian glanced at Hua Feng lightly, and said: "Things in the world, smart people, go and find why, naïve people, ask why." ”

"Snow without a trace, snow without a trace...... Bai Wufang?" Wen Er muttered to himself, and then suddenly realized: "You are a cult son, Bai Wufang!"

Xue Wuxian smiled slightly, and said, "Your Excellency is a smart person, and you are down there!"

As he spoke, he casually stroked his face a few times, and instantly turned into another face, which was the white and flawless face.

The face of Xue Wuxian before was handsome and extraordinary, but at this time, it was white and flawless, but it was handsome and bewitching.

One is bright and warm, and the other is extremely feminine.

No matter which face he faces, he is now the leader of the cult, the cult son of the Shenzhou Continent who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain - white and flawless!