As soon as Fang Fang came out of the Zhenshan Sect's Mountain Protection Array, the elders of the various sects immediately dispersed their divine senses, and swept them carefully within the range of their divine senses, and no grass was missed.

After some searching, although nothing abnormal was found, the elders did not relax, and still kept the flying treasure under their feet unchanged and left quickly, and their divine consciousness was not interrupted at all.

When they walked less than a few miles, the faces of the elders changed slightly, and in the left and right directions, together with the forest below, many rays of various colors appeared or rose, and they all converged and swept towards them, and after a rough count, there were nearly seventy paths, and the leader was a man in his thirties with a gloomy expression.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Qingzi concentrated for a moment and transmitted the sound to everyone, and then the spiritual light burst out and turned into a green light and flew towards the other party.

Yuan Qingzi had just swept out, and the elders of the various sects also turned into various colors to follow, and in addition, some disciples of the foundation building period followed.

After the remaining people of the foundation building period no longer swept out, they instructed the people of the opening period to take over the flying magic weapon under their feet, turn around, and drive to the east.

Qingyunmen and the other sect members separated and fell into the eyes of the gloomy man on the opposite side, and after contemplating for a moment, eighteen rays of light separated behind him, and turned to chase the fleeing enemy sect people.

Yuan Qingzi's heart sank, and after seeing clearly that the other party sent only some foundation building period monks, and there were no Jindan monks, his heart was a little relieved. Although the number of Foundation Building Stage disciples sent by the other side was nearly twice as many as the number of Foundation Building Stage disciples among the disciples who fled from the other side, the remaining disciples of the Enlightenment Stage on their own side were not good, and it was not impossible to fight with the enemy's extra Foundation Building Stage Monk with the combined efforts of many people.

Thinking about it this way, the other party must be aiming at a group of high-level monks on his side, as long as he destroys his own group of monks, even if the remaining low-level monks can return to the sect, without the protection of high-level monks, they will lose the time to recuperate, and they can still achieve the other party's goal.

Among the monks who swept towards the other side at this time, Yuan Qingzi had as many as nine in the Jindan period, two in Shanghemen, two in Qingyunmen, and five in the Zhenshan faction, and as for the disciples in the foundation building period, there were three in Shanghemen, three in Qingyunmen, and thirty-two in Zhenshan faction.

Yuan Qingzi, who was amazed by the number of Jindan monks of the Zhenshan Sect, did not relax in his heart, because there were fourteen monks who did not control the treasures under the feet of the other party who came to him, that is to say, there were as many as fourteen monks of the Jindan period on the other side.

There is not much difference in the number of people, but as long as the other party entangles his own Jindan stage monks, and then divides one or two Jindan stage monks to deal with the foundation building stage disciples, it is one blow at a time, and it is extremely easy.

Thinking of this, after Yuan Qingzi condensed and transmitted the sound again, a simple three-foot Qingfeng appeared in front of him out of thin air, and this ancient Yue sword, which had been cultivated for nearly a hundred years, shot forward under the layers of spiritual light. After the Gu Yue Sword that turned into a spiritual light, a magic weapon in the shape of a bell chased after it in bursts of crisp bells.

When Yuan Qingzi Fang sacrificed the treasure, the people of the sect who were not far away from him invariably sacrificed their proud treasures or powerful spells, and all kinds of spiritual lights flashed or dazzling, attacking the enemy in front with the aura of destruction and killing.

The enemy led by the gloomy man did not show weakness, and at the same time as Yuan Qingzi made a move, they also sacrificed treasure spells one after another to meet Yuan Qingzi and others.

Even though they were dozens of miles away, the sound of crackling from a distance still reached Chen San's ears, but Chen San ignored this, his eyes were fixed on the three foundation-building stage enemies who were three hundred zhang away behind the Kunmu Spirit Boat of Qingyunmen.

As for the flying magic weapons of the various sects that accompanied Chen San, they had already flown out for more than ten miles after encountering the enemy, and then dispersed, and the enemy had already calculated this, and each flying magic weapon carrying the disciples of the sect was decorated with three foundation building period monks.

When these sects separated powerful monks to fight, they left two foundation building period disciples on each flying magic weapon to deal with the enemies that followed, and the control of the flying magic weapon and the consumption of spiritual power were handed over to the disciples of the enlightened period to take turns to control.

Although the spiritual power in each disciple of the Enlightenment Period is thin, and the speed of controlling the magic weapon carrying many people is not too fast and cannot last, but it is better because of the large number of people, and under the full control of turns, he still fled dozens of miles away, and he has not let the enemy catch up.

Yan Wuying, who was standing at the tail of the Kunmu Lingzhou, had been looking at the three monks who were chasing after him with a calm expression, and when the three monks approached the Lingzhou for nearly a hundred zhang, he spoke: "Senior Brother Wang, the enemy is about to approach the attack range, you and I should make the first move." ”

A disciple of the Qingyun Sect Foundation Building Period in the direction of the head of the boat answered, took out the magic weapon and dived under his feet, turning into a dark green light and shooting towards the three monks.

Of course, there was Yan Wuying who did it with Senior Brother Wang, and when Senior Brother Wang passed by him, he also turned into a purple light and walked away side by side with Senior Brother Wang.

Before leaving, Yan Wuxian only had one sentence left: "If the two of us can't completely stop the other three, you can fight when the other party catches up, and if you can't fight, you will scatter and flee, try to keep a little more foundation for our door, and leave it for the future to settle today's shame!"

Among the purple rays that Yan Wuyin turned into facing the three people opposite, two smaller purple rays were divided at the same time, one left and one right to meet the two monks who were closer to him, and these two smaller purple rays were the purple Ming lion eyes magic weapon used in the ring that day.

The disciple of the Qingyun Sect Foundation Building Period, who was called Senior Brother Wang by Yan Wuying, sacrificed a wooden stick magic weapon that was still wrapped around the young leaves of the fine vine, and pointed his fingers towards the remaining monks on the opposite side who had not been locked by the attack.

The three monks who came together also sacrificed their own weapons or spells to attack at the same time as Yan Wuzhi and the two of them attacked.

After the magic weapons struck each other, and the spirits scattered, a monk in the direction of Yan Wuying's left did not attack again after recalling the magic weapon, but suddenly accelerated his speed by a few points, and obliquely bypassed Yan Wuying and wanted to escape behind him.

When this monk's speed suddenly accelerated, Yan Wuyi's eyes froze, and the two purple Ming lion eyes in his hand did not hit this monk, but both shot out at the remaining monk in front of him. Then Yan Wuwei's figure turned sharply to the monk, and with a flip of his hands, two daggers with aura shot out rapidly under the wave of his hands, and at the same time, his lips opened slightly, and a tiny purple lightning that was imperceptible followed.

The one who wanted to bypass Yan Wuyi to chase down the disciples of Qingyunmen was a middle-aged tall and thin man, and when he was about to go around to Yan Wuyi's left side, a jade Ruyi magic weapon held by him disappeared in his hand, and then appeared not far from his side, "ding" and "ding" In the two crisp sounds, Yan Wuyi's two daggers were hit by Ruyi and flew back.

The corners of the tall and thin man's mouth curled, and he was proud that he was about to bypass the other party, his expression suddenly froze, the smile on his face stagnated, but his hands were pushed in the direction of Yan Wuyin, and a carved beast jade seal appeared out of thin air and flew out, but his figure retreated sharply.

The carved beast jade seal flew out less than a zhang in front of the tall and thin man, and a small purple lightning slammed into the jade seal, and the purple lightning instantly dissolved, turning into hundreds of purple mangs of the same size winding and climbing, and by the way, even the jade Ruyi recalled by the tall and thin man was also implicated.

Feeling the breath of the rapid decline of the magic weapon, the tall and thin man watched with a shocked expression as the purple lightning flickered on his two magic weapons, and then took out a giant axe in his hand and struck it forward.

At this time, Yan Wuying had already reached two feet in front of the tall and thin man, and when the giant axe offered by the tall and thin man just appeared in his eyes, Yan Wuying opened his big mouth, and a thunderball with a terrifying aura entangled in it erupted.

The speed of the thunderball was extremely fast, it was really like a lightning flash, and in an instant, before the tall and thin man sacrificed the giant axe, in the tall and thin man's shocked gaze again, the light of the thunderball exploded, turning into a purple grid with a giant axe that flew back upside down towards the tall and thin man as a hood.

A cry of pain sounded, and the tall and thin man was tightly wrapped around the purple power grid, unable to move at all, and countless purple electric shocks hit him. Even though he used all his spiritual power to resist the attack of the purple lightning, the purple lightning still scorched black everywhere on the tall and thin man's body, making him unable to maintain the sky and fall into the mountains and forests below.

The two daggers that Yan Wucheng recalled were about to be pointed out, and when they wanted to take the lives of the monks below, their bodies were rapidly deviating from the transfer, and the two purple lion eyes that had returned to his side and rotating around them automatically flew out.

The two voices struck, and a middle-aged woman appeared in the place where the tall and thin man was hanging in the air before, with a frost on her face, glaring at Yan Wucheng angrily, and before a stone ball the size of a grinding disc with an extremely black surface returned, a verdant jasper gourd appeared in front of the woman, and the plug was opened, and a green mist with a faint sweet fragrance rolled away towards Yan Wuying.

Yan Wuxian, whose figure flew away, said that it was a pity, and when he recalled the Ziming Lion's eyes, he pinched the trick in his hand and sent out several hurricane techniques, intending to blow away the poisonous mist that seemed to be slow but was actually floating quickly in front of him.

After several hurricane techniques in a row, Yan Wuwei's expression changed slightly, and the green mist in front of him condensed but did not disperse, always maintaining Zhang Xu Fangyuan, letting the hurricane technique blow violently, it did not disperse at all.

After the two purple lion eyes repelled the pitch-black stone balls again, Yan Wucheng fought with the middle-aged woman, dodging the woman's attack and entanglement the other party, while keeping an eye on the tall and thin man planted in the mountains and forests below.

And the same is true of the disciples of Qingyunmen who are called Senior Disciples by Yan Wuying, the spells cast and the magic weapons sacrificed have three points of surplus strength, and they can fight back or block the opponent at any time.

It wasn't until the fighting Yan Wuyu disappeared in Chen San's eyes that Chen San turned his head to look at Yan Qingyu and the others beside him and chuckled: "It seems that we are safe for the time being." ”