"Solve it quickly, go to the inner valley to support. ”

An inconspicuous elder immediately gave an order to the eleven people. The speed at which their bodies flickered several times faster than that of ordinary Jindan Period, and the twelve of them turned into countless afterimages, wandering like ghosts in the woods.

At the same time as moving, the late Yuan Infant and the consummation of coercion attacked the opposite side together, and the spell light that could not be seen clearly finally condensed into a dazzling white light, although it was the momentum of Jindan's consummation, there was a kind of ferocity that no one could resist.

Just when everyone thought that one blow would kill, the aura around the body of a man and a woman "Jindan Monk" skyrocketed, and it only took three breaths for their faces to go from clear to blurred to clear.

With a wave of his right hand, a black and silver broadsword painted with complex formations split countless spirit trees, cutting off the already chaotic spiritual flow, and rushed towards the twelve people who were trying to escape.

Mingji Zhenren, who had recovered his true appearance, had a solemn expression, and the green tripod in front of him exuded bursts of medicinal incense, and the green light was everywhere, obviously a pure wood spirit with vitality, but it made the dense forest full of murderous opportunities.

At this time, the twelve soul changers realized that they were already prey in the hands of others, and they could be slaughtered when the time was ripe.

Their Yuanying high-level sea of knowledge could no longer play any role, and the physical body of the Jindan period was greatly hindered. The weak spiritual power that they had not yet fully accustomed to was not enough to support them to escape the tracking of Yuan Ying's consummation, let alone resist a strong attack.

"Twelve! Run! Inform the family!" the short-bearded middle-aged man seemed to roar and tremble as he delivered his voice, and he sacrificed his inappropriate natal magic weapon and rushed forward to try to fend off Twelve for a while. "I must find that little slut in the Jindan period, so that she can't survive and die!"

He finally realized why he had failed, and "Shangguan Yilin" toyed with them from beginning to end! The resentment in his heart exceeded the fear before he died, and his eyes burst into red blood.

"Brother Eleven!" Mu Caiwei hesitated, panicking and frightened in his heart, but when he saw the clansmen rushing to the opposite side like moths to a flame, he didn't dare to delay time.

It's better to walk one than to die here! His heart was crossed, and while the spell and sword momentum had not yet hit him, he endured the sharp pain in the meridians and his heart, and his body disappeared in place in a flash.

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After the Hidden Pill failed, He Miaomiao sacrificed the Vermilion Bird Boat to walk through the forest against the ground. The momentum of Bingsan Zhenren and Mingji Zhenren has long been left behind, and only the occasional explosion proves that the fighting method is still continuing.

In addition to the body, the shock in the depths of the inner valley has never disappeared. Although the tremor and sound were already very slight when they reached the edge of the outer valley, the light that illuminated the whole dark night would be terrifying even if you glanced at it from afar.

It was the battlefield of the Transformation Cultivators, and in the void that the lower level could not reach, even if it was separated by 108,000 miles, the aura emitted was still terrifying.

High in the sky on the other side, the spells and moves of Yuan Ying Zhenren converged into a colorful imageless picture, extending into the depths that she could not see.

"How can there be so many high-level?" He Miaomiao was extremely surprised, that scene seemed to have hundreds of yuan babies fighting the method, and the aura coming from the void was definitely more than three or five people.

Before she could see the situation clearly, she felt a wave of aura fluctuating in the extreme distance behind her, about sixty miles away, the edge of her divine consciousness that could be touched.

The person who came had no intention of concealing it, and rushed towards her with monstrous anger, He Miaomiao felt Mu Caiwei's breath and a strange Yuanying coercion, thinking that it was his own knowledge of the sea that emanated.

She had missed the best opportunity to escape, so she could only put away the Vermilion Bird Boat and swing her sword to meet it.

The light was divided into nine, the crimson spiritual light flickered on and off, and the sword intent roared to break through the aura vortex, emitting a suffocating heat.

The surrounding trees did not ignite spontaneously in this blazing heat, and the blazing red flames illuminated the faces of the two with different expressions.

He Miaomiao was as agile as a small beast, and she shrewdly avoided the crazy knife qi, which was comparable to the sea of knowledge in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, making the coercion of the other party's late Yuan Infant seem useless.

She is not as relaxed as she seems on the surface, but the other party is in a state of anger, and she is anxious because of the discomfort of her body and magic weapon.

He had already felt several palpitations, which were a sign of the death of a loved one, a prelude to the Zhao family's weakening, which made him feel a wave of anger that wanted to be buried with the entire Heavenly Realm.

The beautiful woman's face was distorted to the extreme at this moment, the resentment in her eyes was about to turn into substance, and she felt the fall of several relatives again, he couldn't help but roar wildly, hoarse, and the burning leaves turned into black ash and fell.

The spiritual breath around his body suddenly turned, and his whole body was shrouded in soaring black mist, which was the incomparably pure demonic qi!

Behind his back, he gathered into a black snake with the thickness of a wrist, which looked somewhat similar to the Nine-Tailed Secret Technique of the Tu Shan Clan. Even if it's not the same secret technique, it's the same source!

He Miaomiao's expression was grim, and he saw that the other party's body was gradually collapsing with blood-red cracks, and even the gray and white bone joints had been revealed in several places, which was obviously caused by forcibly sacrificing secret techniques.

The other party has disregarded his life, desperately trying to pull her back, so that the pressure on her body suddenly increases. After all, she was not a real Yuanying Cultivator, and the other party's coercion was really strong, making her spiritual power almost stagnate.

She had seen the power of Tu Shan's secret technique, and she didn't dare to forcibly greet her with her natal magic weapon.

She put away Hanguang with a twist of her mind, tried her best to break free from the heavy pressure like a mountain, endured the slight stinging pain from the meridian dantian, and forcibly used a large amount of spiritual power to summon Lingguang.

The spirit wood that burned to the end erupted at this moment, and the flames that rose to the sky carried an unusual golden light, and the surrounding spiritual energy became hot and scorching, and the lingering miasma was instantly burned into black smoke and dissipated.

Lingguang was covered in golden flames, and he wished he could burn everything in this world with demonic energy. It had a heart-to-heart with He Miaomiao, and the black mist on the other party's body, as well as the black snake that shot out with a big mouth, all made it have a determination to kill.

The sound of the Suzaku crying resounded through the dense forest, rushing out of the still burning branches, breaking through the clouds and mist in the air, as if to spread to every corner of the world, making the monster creeping and trembling, and telling the world that it had arrived!

"You...... Who the hell are you?!"

Mu Caiwei's body collapsed into pieces when the secret technique was formed, and a faint divine soul came out of her body, revealing Zhao Twelve's true appearance.

The young man's soul was terrified, and before the words fell, it was enveloped by an irresistible heat, but it disappeared in a breath.

The black snake condensed by demonic energy let out a desperate hiss, and disappeared with the fall of its master. He Miaomiao recalled Lingguang to look into the distance, the direction she came in was already silent, and the monk of the Zhao family who changed her soul was finally not left.