The group of snakes was stunned at first, and only told them that the group in front of them was not easy to mess with, but after hesitating for a long time, they were still occupied by primitive desires, and they all rushed up.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Qingxu Sect no longer waited, and the long howl did not stop, and they also released the majestic spirit yuan in their bodies.

In an instant, the endless spirit elements were intertwined, and the qi of the water and the qi of flesh and blood corresponded, weaving a brilliant and dazzling red and blue curtain in the air.

The first time Mo Chen saw such a scene, he was a little shocked, but in the hissing of the snake, he immediately adjusted again.

He hurriedly ran the "Dragon Roaring Heavenly Holy Method", and the majestic thunder yuan erupted, and a thunder snake crossed in an instant in the light curtain of the spirit yuan, roaring for a while, and the pressure of the light curtain increased a little, causing everyone to look sideways and whisper.

Although the Lei Xing Exercise is really rare, it is not that the black warbler has never seen it, and there are elders in the Big Dream Fuyun Island who specialize in the Lei Method, but it is the first time she has seen such a pure Lei Yuan like Mo Chen.

Mo Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, it was not his intention to be extravagant and high-profile, but his own exercises were originally mysterious and abnormal, and he had no choice but to cause this situation.

And behind the Qingxu Sect's Lingyuan replenishment of the light, the snake finally sensed the danger, reason prevailed over desire, and stopped and began to look.

But the next moment, the sudden wind intensified again, and a huge tornado connecting the heavens and the earth unfolded from the Wuhai Sea, standing in the middle of the Wuhai Sea, leading to the sky.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and it was raining black sand, and the tornado pulled out the sand and gravel underground, and the sand within a radius of thousands of miles was sunken down, and the snakes were frightened into the depths of the Wuhai Sea, and they did not dare to come forward.

"What's going on?" Mochen roared, the wind roaring, barely audible.

"I don't know!" the warbler screamed, "maybe it's some kind of disorder, it's dangerous!"

Since Mo Chen's exit from the secret realm trial, it was the first time he had seen such a violent and violent disorder.

The distant vision was blurred, and the furious saloon rolled the pitch-black sand into the sky, swept across the raging storm barriers, and finally tossed it in all directions like raindrops.

The wind continued to whirl and become more and more intense, as if it were about to penetrate the whole earth. Several snakes that had not penetrated into the depths were pulled into the air by the tornado wind, and the original bat wings were torn to pieces.

On the side of the two sect teams, the situation was also not good, seeing that the disciples with low cultivation were almost swept out of the team by the wind, Wu Ying stretched out his hand and shook it, and several cloth silk wrapped around the bodies of those disciples, and pulled them back domineeringly and dragged them to his side.

Seeing this, everyone sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, or cast spells to condense giant claws, and firmly fixed the disciples in their own sect by their side.

The wind didn't stop, and it seemed to be sensing the Lingyuan spell, and suddenly turned to meet everyone.

Seeing the situation, the warbler used Lingyuan to condense her voice, and turned around and shouted: "The wind is coming, form a formation!"

As soon as the words fell, the disciples moved when they heard the sound, the figures were wrong, the steps were wrong, it seemed to be panicked, but in fact it was mysterious, and they often became a trend of their own after stopping, and they were not adjusting.

Everyone passed by, but did not collide, and the position of each person, the distance between each other, seemed to have some kind of special doorway, separated by threes and twos, and some leaned against each other, if only a few people were like this, it would not be unusual.

But if the whole team, hundreds of people, is like this, it is really a bit frightening.

This is obviously something that can only be achieved after years of training.

After the last disciple stood in his position, Mo Chen could clearly see the formation that enveloped the disciples of the Qingxu Sect: the vortex that swirled around the central auspicious clouds was actually the rune symbol of the Great Dream Floating Cloud Island!

Wu Ying stood in the center of the array, facing everyone's foreheads, and once again condensed with Lingyuan: "Start the formation!"

Suddenly, the blood light was dazzling, starting from the black warbler, far more powerful than before, blood and qi gushed out from her body, forming a pillar of light that soared straight into the nine skies, and the dark clouds of the zenith of the sky also trembled.

The pillar of blood continued, from the inside to the outside, condensed but not dispersed, and turned into a blood-red umbrella cover in the sky, enveloping the surroundings.

In a moment, the wind stopped, the sand stopped, and the ears were quiet.

It was the formation that isolated the strong wind and the black sand.

But it doesn't matter, what is dangerous is the mad saloon scroll that rushes straight to the side with a violent momentum!

The next moment, the tornado collided with the blood array.

The sand was like a blade, and the wind was like a thorn, cutting and impacting the blood-red umbrella cover.

The strange sound pierced the eardrum, the blood-red umbrella lid trembled violently, and Mo Chen's heart was raised to his throat, but fortunately, after a period of collision, the wind and the formation barrier were still stalemate after all.

Suddenly, Mochen shouted in Zhao Rencheng's ear: "There seems to be someone in the wind!"

When Mo Chen looked up, he glanced up and found that in the center of the tornado, there was a faint figure spinning wildly, blooming with blue light.

The figure is a little strange, like a human but not like a human, he is too tall and stout, far beyond the size of ordinary people, at least the size of two ink dust.

He was laughing, the figure was laughing, Mochen couldn't hear the laughter, and he couldn't see the figure's facial movements, but he felt that the figure was laughing, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Mo Chen stared into the distance again, only to find that there seemed to be another figure that seemed to be a child around the neck of the figure, and at the same time, there was a thin line next to the figure, and the end was connected to a spherical object, which was also rotating around the body.

The blue light became more and more vigorous, and the wind that swept the sky and the earth once again hit the blood-red umbrella cover, urging it directly, and Mo Chen hurriedly shouted to everyone behind him: "Everyone be careful!"

After speaking, he stepped on his legs and jumped straight into the air, like a paper kite floating in mid-air, and the brilliant thunder was condensed in his hands.

A thunderbolt erupted from the palm of the ink dust, piercing through the center of the storm.

Mo Chen didn't exert all his strength, and the tangled thunder only scurried around in the storm, shuttling around the tornado, blocking the wind and slowing it down.

The man suspended above the eye of the storm was shocked by the faint lightning, and his whole body was numb, and he couldn't help but turn his head in astonishment, and stopped spinning.

The heavens and the earth are quiet, as if there is no control of the person with the eye of the storm, and the wind has lost its support.

With a "whoosh", the black sand poured down from the sky, filling the deep pit that had been sucked away by the tornado, and several mutilated snake corpses also fell from the sky, and the rumbling sound stirred up the sand and dust in the sky.

Instantly, the figure fell.

There was a loud crash to the ground, two screams, and it seemed that the fall was not light.

And the black warbler didn't dare to withdraw the formation at this time, for fear that the figure would suddenly burst out, after all, the monk who could manipulate the power of such a violent wind must not be an ordinary person.

She looked around and gave Zhao Rencheng a look, among the people present, he was the highest in cultivation.

Zhao Rencheng understood in his heart, even if there was danger, he would not back down, otherwise how could he be worthy of the heroic righteousness of Xiu.

"The younger Qingxu Sect's personal disciple, Zhao Rencheng, disturbed the seniors' body cultivation and cultivation, and asked the seniors to forgive me for the offense. ”