The disciples of the Canglei Sect have pills to eat, and the magic weapons are blessed with divine patterns, and many people have already thought of retreating.

Hearing Qin Bingyan's shout, many people immediately retreated.

There are sect seniors behind people, and sect masters are here, and there is no one behind them, and they don't know how to die.

The disciples of the sect who are fighting on the periphery are happy to see that the enemies are reduced, and no one wants to die.

Several men besieged one, and the battle immediately became one-sided.

The number of people inside has not decreased, but has become more and more.

Someone else rushed over, and someone wanted to intervene, Qin Bingyan was very angry and roared angrily: "Damn, use all the lore methods to destroy them all." ”

Hearing Qin Bingyan's words, Shen Congxue was the first to make a move, and the Snow Fox Demon Fire became several times larger in an instant, and the flames spread rapidly.

Different fire, different fire again.

Where did Qin Bingyan get this guy's strange fire, he has it, his apprentices have it, and the ghost cultivators above have it, do they want to go against the sky?

Shen Lan had words in her mouth, and the ghost beads were bubbling with black gas.

When contaminated with black gas, the vitality decreases rapidly, and the black gas enters the body, which is difficult to remove.

The power that consumes life force is very frightening.

The monk who snatched the dragon soul wanted to take the dragon soul away very much, and continued to fight when it was contaminated with black gas.

The two red beads in Qin Baimei's hand turned into one, and the power of the red beads instantly doubled several times.

Qin Baitao's blue light sword was inserted into the ground, and the ground formed a swamp.

The enemy fell into the swamp, and Qin Baimei, Li Lingmeng, and Gu Tianchun attacked quickly.

Shan Yuhan retreated, standing behind everyone and blowing bamboo Xiao, an ambush sounded on all sides, and the vocal music attacked the soul.

Shen Lan took out the rattle and shook it vigorously.

The vocals blend together, and the enemies have splitting headaches.

Qin Bingyan covered his ears and transmitted a voice to Shen Congxue: "I'll go, have you practiced?"

Shen Congxue nodded, and said, "Well, Senior Uncle Shen Lan said that the enemies we will encounter in the future will become stronger and stronger, and there will be more and more numbers, so we must prepare in advance." ”

The enemy is a straggler, and the winner is decided in an instant.

Unable to suppress Qin Bingyan and the others, many people immediately retreated.

It was impossible to destroy everyone, Qin Bingyan and the others did not pursue at all, and concentrated on dealing with those who were stumbling to the end.

The number of enemies began to decrease, and the disciples of the sect outside came to help, and they did not rush forward, but attacked from a distance.

There were a few people left, and the middle-aged man who was fighting with Qin Bingyan wanted to run, but Qin Bingyan sneered: "Do you think it's time to leave?"

"I am ......"

Qin Bingyan slashed over with a thunderbolt and said viciously: "Don't report your identity, you know our identity and still make a move, you are not afraid of provoking a sect war at all, do you think we are afraid?"

Several people surrounded and fought together, and the ground battle ended quickly, Qin Bingyan looked at the air: "Shen Lan, do you want to help?"

Shen Lan was angry: "Nonsense, these bastards are here to rob me of the dragon soul." ”

Qin Baimei and Qin Baitao each drove the flying magic weapon to help.

Shen Congxue stood beside Qin Bingyan: "Master, leave it to them, you hurry up and refine the power of the alien species." ”

Qin Bingyan watched for ten seconds, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you next." ”

Shen Congxue watched Qin Bingyan enter the big pit, and she stood outside vigilantly.

Seeing the battle below, the monks in the air knew in their hearts that if they continued to stay, they would probably be played to death by the same day-level monks as the few yin-yang-level masters below.

Some people retreated, and everyone else immediately retreated.

When the others left, Shen Lan immediately laughed: "Hahaha, the dragon soul is mine." ”

Qin Baimei reminded: "Sister Lan, don't be careless. ”

Shen Lan hurriedly rushed over, and the dragon soul opened its mouth and sucked hard......