It wasn't until the figures of the four members of the Psychedelic Sect disappeared without a trace and the aura of the barren mountain range stabilized again that Jin Wuyang in the "Barrier Shenzhou" came back to his senses. He stammered, "Zong...... Sect Master! you ...... You single-handedly repelled them all?!"

How could he not be surprised by this situation?

In the competition between monks, it is difficult to kill each other in the same realm, let alone win all in the case of one against four. Jin Wuyang saw very clearly that Ye Ning was definitely capable of leaving all four members of the Psychedelic Sect behind!

"Let's go. Ye Ning smiled and said: "Not far ahead is the Phantom Mirage Mountain, after returning to the sect, I will retreat for a while, time waits for no one." ”

"Yes. "Jin Wuyang can be said to have surrendered to Ye Ning.

At this moment, an extremely cold voice came from afar: "Want to leave, it's not that easy!"

Ye Ning was shocked in his heart, this voice carried infinite power, just the sound could take away the spiritual consciousness of an ordinary venerable, and even become a dementia! The person who made the voice was definitely a sect master, and he was the kind of old monster who had been promoted to a sect master for many years! At this moment, he had a feeling of being targeted by a mysterious demon beast, and the pores all over his body contracted tightly, not daring to leak half of his aura.

"Hand over the golden sunflower, this sect will spare your dog's life!"

Sect Strike!

"Let's go!"

Ye Ning let out a loud shout, urging the "Barrier Shenzhou" with all his might, and with the help of the power of the holy weapon, a "momentum" was generated, like lightning, and flew towards the direction of the Phantom Mirage Mountain. The spiritual power of an ordinary sect is three times that of Ye Ning, not to mention an old antique that has been promoted for many years? In the face of the comer, Ye Ning had no choice but to escape.

He dared to conclude that the person who was pursuing must be Yan Potian, the Supreme Elder of the Ice Lang Sect!

There was a rumbling sound in the sky behind him, as if the entire land of the Hidden Kingdom was trembling, as if it had been attacked by a huge attack. Ye Ning suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he saw a big hand □□ down from the high sky. With the momentum of the sect, the Supreme Elder of the Binglang Sect, Yan Potian personally took action, and actually came to snatch his own golden sunflower, and even directly wiped himself out!

Ye Ning underestimated the face of the sect master!

This kind of antique that has lived for more than 1,000 years absolutely knows what it means to "raise a tiger for trouble"!

"Sect Master, what should I do, it turned out that the Sect Master personally chased and killed us!"

Seeing the big hand □□ down, Jin Wuyang panicked, with a panicked expression on his face. This was the first time he had seen a sect master make a move, and he could definitely destroy a medium-sized sect with one palm.

Not far away, in the Phantom Mirage Mountain, almost all the monks felt the anger of the sect master, and their hearts were constantly frightened. A moment later, countless brilliance rose from the Phantom Mirage Mountain, it was the "Thousand Moon Serial Array" that Ye Ning had arranged before leaving, after it was strengthened again, half of this array of array flags were already holy weapons, and they could definitely resist the attack of the Sect Holders for seven days and seven nights!

Ye Ning had already explained that before there was no sect master in the Phantom Mountain, if a strong enemy attacked, he would immediately open the mountain protection formation and wait for rescue!

In the Phantom Mirage Mountain, Ye Mengyuan, who was in retreat and cultivation, was awakened, and looking at the huge palm under the firmament, he was surprised: "Sect Master! It's Yan Potian of the Binglang Palace! How could he be here, with whom would he do it?"

Immediately after, he saw a huge, golden bell rising into the sky and smashing into the giant palm under the sky! Finally, after ten blows, the brilliance of the giant palm faded and turned into a ball of aura.