War broke out in full swing.

The monks of both sides, under the leadership of the seniors of the Jindan period, rushed towards each other like crazy.

High in the air, the Jin Dan period caught and killed, and the spells released casually bombarded each other, making an earth-shattering loud sound.

The dazzling light pierced the low-ranking monks who could barely open their eyes.

Slightly lower, dozens of hundreds of foundation-building period monks stepped on their swords, crazy as if they had to find opponents, one against two or three, or three or five against seven or eight. All kinds of magic weapons flew up and down, and colorful spell skills combined with various piercing sounds made everyone in it feel bloody.

On the earth, thousands of Qi Refining Stage disciples roared angrily, wielding various blades and slashing at each other. There were bursts of angry reprimands, miserable howls, and terrifying sounds.

Fragments of ritual weapons, sigils, broken blades, and the flesh and blood of the monks can be seen at all times and at all times.

The sky that had been clear suddenly became cloudy, lightning and thunder, and a thrilling storm raged down.

Guo Yang was mixed in a group of monks of the Wangwu Sect Foundation Building Period, trying to exude his divine consciousness and covering it within a range of more than 100 zhang. He grabbed a thick stack of talisman seals in each hand, and urged the Five Spirit Boots with all his might, dodging the various magic weapons that suddenly attacked, while waiting for the opportunity to kill the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect.

No one paid attention to him, because he hid in the crowd, invisible, like a scoundrel who had nothing to do.

From a distance, Guo Yang saw Tie Xin, Xu Fan and the others, several of them formed a small team, taking care of each other, cooperating tacitly, like a sharp knife, quickly inserting into the group of Xuanyin Sect monks, almost invincible.

Guo Yang slowly moved closer to those people.

In the scuffle, Guo Yang felt that the most reliable were the few people from the Yuntai Sect.

The iron heart foot stepped on the flying sword, shaped like a ghost, and the three small flying swords flew up and down, often making the Xuanyin Sect foundation building period monks on the opposite side scramble, and Xu Fan and others could take advantage of the void to enter and quickly split the opponent's corpse.

Guo Yang was a little stunned, he couldn't imagine that this shrew with Tiexin was so fierce. He couldn't help but shrink his neck, and said in his heart: "Fortunately, I didn't provoke this aunt!"

The further you rush, the more opponents there are, and the people who rush to the front often have to face twice as many foundation building period monks as themselves.

This made Guo Yang a little worried. However, when he saw that everyone was rushing forward in a swarm, he was lagging behind, and it was easier to be besieged, so he also followed.

Compared with the earth-shattering fighting methods of other monks in the foundation building period, Guo Yang can even be described as obscure along the way. Because the little gray sword kills, often as soon as the gray light flashes, the other party slowly softens and falls down from the flying sword without saying a word.

Guo Yang was busy collecting storage bags along the way, those of the monks of the foundation building period, the monks of the Qi refining period, the monks of the Wangwu Sect, and the monks of the Xuanyin Sect, as long as he encountered them, none of them would be in his pocket.

Tie Xin, Xu Fan and the others watched Guo Yang busy collecting various storage bags from a distance, and they were very disdainful.

However, Guo Yang doesn't matter, he is a sheep herding baby, he is poor, as long as it is a spirit stone, even if it is only three or two, he will not dislike it.

More than an hour later, Guo Yang's body was already full of storage bags. He was angry that the inferior storage bags made by those refiners couldn't fit into other storage bags.

Later, because there were too many storage bags, Guo Yang couldn't hang them on his body, so he had to give up the storage bags for those in the Qi refining period.

As for the results, Guo Yang didn't dare to say it, for fear of attracting the jealousy of others. The Xuanyin Sect Foundation Building Period cultivators he quietly killed alone were no less than twenty. Those people were often inexplicably devoured by the little gray sword and turned into dried corpses.

The melee lasted for two or three hours, and slowly, the disciples of the Qi Refining Period fought almost, and there were less than one or two percent left, and they automatically withdrew from the battlefield and returned to their respective camps.

The seniors of the Jindan stage are still fighting in the air, but both the attack speed and the speed of body movement are much slower. But when they make a move, they are even more ruthless, often a magic weapon bombards the past, and collides with the opponent's magic weapon, it will erupt into an earth-shattering loud noise, and the air around it seems to be torn apart, emitting a piercing roar.

The battle between the monks during the foundation building period became more and more fierce.

After two or three hours of scuffle, those who were not cautious or had less strength in the foundation building period monks were almost dead. The rest are not fuel-efficient lamps, either they have deep mana, or they are flexible, or they are endless, or they are like Guo Yang, who mixes with the crowd and only takes advantage of them and does not suffer losses.

The number of surviving foundation building monks of the Wangwu Sect and the Xuanyin Sect was basically the same, with forty or fifty people each. The two sides consciously distanced themselves in the battle, and when the embankment was fighting on the opposite side, it was coldly attacked. Therefore, their numbers are smaller, and the battlefield is larger.

This situation is the most beneficial for Guo Yang, and he basically doesn't have to worry about being attacked by sneak attacks. Every moment after that, he opened his mouth to swallow a recovery elixir to keep himself in peak condition all the time. In contrast, many other monks were not as idle and rich as him, so they could only grit their teeth and persevere, step on the flying sword, and urge the magic weapon to work hard.

With the change of the battlefield situation, Guo Yang began to quietly exert his power. He urged the Five Spirit Boots with all his might, and wandered around the battlefield out of nowhere.

When encountering a strong opponent, Guo Yang did not resist it at all, and quickly moved to a distance with a false shot. And when he met the Xuanyin Sect monk who was beaten and had no power to fight back, Guo Yang was not soft at all, and he teleported over, and with a flash of gray light, he killed the Xuanyin Sect monk. Then, without changing the face, the other person's storage bag is in the bag.

This style of play of his was very effective, freeing up many monks of the Wangwu Sect in the Foundation Building Period, and these people joined other battle groups one after another, quickly turning the tide of the other battle.

However, Guo Yang also attracted strong contempt from the Wangwu faction and even Tiexin and others. Especially seeing the smile on his face when he put it in the storage bag, everyone wanted to slash him in the face.

After more than an hour of scuffle, there were still more than forty foundation building period monks left on the side of the Wangwu faction, and less than ten foundation building period monks left on the Xuanyin sect's side.

The several Xuanyin Sect foundation building period monks retreated while fighting and fled into the distance.

Wang Wu sent more than 20 monks in the foundation building period to step on the flying sword and chase after him. Tie Xin, Xu Fan, Lian Shan, Wu Yao, and Guo Yang stopped and slowly retreated.

High in the air, the fighting methods of the predecessors of the Jindan period are also coming to an end, the consumption of the double magic power is very huge, and the magic weapons are also damaged, and they slowly stop fighting. They confronted each other from afar, poked their fingers and cursed, and blamed each other.

Guo Yang, who was retreating, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene, and said in his heart: "These Jindan seniors are tired, and they actually start to talk. People often say that a gentleman doesn't use his hands, this is a villain first and then a gentleman!"

Tie Xin and the others retreated into the camp of Blue Wolf Peak, and immediately began to swallow pills and meditate to recover.

Only Guo Yang hurriedly ran into his residence. He had to tidy up the hundreds of storage bags, or he would be very hated if he was full of storage bags. Especially that shrew with an iron heart, pretending to be tall, never taking other people's storage bags, I guess I want to take it to death! Guo Yang thought like this, and quickly poured out all the contents of the storage bag and put it into two or three storage bags with a large space.

When Guo Yang walked out of the residence slowly, Tie Xin and the others also finished meditating and resumed, standing there in twos and threes, whispering something.

Wang Wu sent the four Jindan stage seniors back to the camp with a blue face, and walked quickly into a sturdy boulder building, which was their residence.

"What's going on? A foundation-building monk quietly asked the people around him.

"I don't know, why are we angry when we win the war?" said another foundation-building monk.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Guo Yang walked to Tie Xin and the other four people, and said nothing.

"I heard that the Xuanyin Sect attacked the head of the Wangwu Sect. Xu Fan said in a low voice.

"Huh, really?" Tie Xin and the others were taken aback and asked in a low voice.

"It shouldn't be wrong, you can see the faces of the elders of the Wangwu Sect, something big must have happened. Xu Fan continued to whisper.

"We have to rush back to Yuntai Sect as soon as possible. Guo Yang, who had been silent for a long time, said suddenly.