With the roar, the sky continued to rain down the source of essence fire, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, the ground was burning, the air became hotter and hotter, and the scorched air of corpses was filled everywhere.

Directly north of the formation, a crack appeared in the blood-red clouds, which was the gap that Ling Shaoyun had split when he first entered the formation.

In the formation, people and horses from all walks of life are desperately rushing towards the gap in the north.

Ling Shaoyun and the others rushed to the gap first, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tired faces showed ecstasy, they finally picked up a life.

"Thanks to the help of Lord Ling this time, otherwise we would not have escaped this catastrophe, and Lao Qu thanked all the martial arts colleagues here. ”

Master Yun Lin of the Fumo Temple clasped his hands together and said softly.

Ling Shaoyun said generously: "Master doesn't need to thank you, twenty years ago, my Aomei Villa and the Seven Great Sects were originally one family, and the juniors should help each other." ”

"Master Ling Shi can have such words, it is really a great blessing for martial arts!"

Master Yun Silence said with a happy face.

"Master Ling Shaozhuang, don't worry, if he can use the place of Tianling Sect in the future, please feel free to open your mouth......"

Tianling Sect Elder Duan Huangchen could see that Ling Shaoyun in front of him was definitely not a thing in the pool, how could he let go of this excellent opportunity to make friends?

As soon as these words came out, everyone also echoed them, only the Miaofeng Sanren of the Jiuling Sect stood silently behind the crowd, and glanced at Ling Shaoyun expressionlessly.

"Master Ling Shaozhuang, I'll wait for the first step, and there will be a period later!"

Next, Duan Huangchen of the Tianling Sect said goodbye and led the surviving disciples out of the gap.

Seeing this, everyone stopped staying longer, and rushed out one after another.

"Brother Ling, if he is destined one day, let's see you in Dali!"

Duan Siping hugged his fist at Ling Shaoyun.

"Definitely!"

Ling Shaoyun nodded towards Duan Siping.

Subsequently, Duan Siping followed Master Yun Lin and the others out of the formation.

Immediately afterwards, several waves of martial arts people rushed to the gap in the big array, Ling Shaoyun looked at the raging fire in the formation, his face showed a trace of worry, somehow, he suddenly thought of someone at this moment, that was Su Chenye.

Although he had many questions about Su Chenye in his heart, he still really wanted to see this so-called good brother and ask him in person why he had deceived himself so much.

"Gang leader, Dianyu is seriously injured, the situation is urgent, you take him first, and I will arrive later!"

Ling Shaoyun looked at the blood-red sky inside the formation, turned to Wu Baiyan and said.

"Be careful yourself, don't stay too long!"

After Wu Baiyan dropped a sentence, he quickly walked out of the formation with Dianyu on his back.

Where is Su Chenye now? Didn't he already walk out of the formation in advance? Or maybe he was already buried in the formation?

Just as Ling Shaoyun was about to see through it, a person suddenly flashed out behind him.

An old man dressed in an auspicious cloud brocade robe, skinny as wood, with a yellow face and thin muscles, this old man is the head of the Jiuling faction, Miaofeng Sanren.