"What is this, why have you never seen it?"

Wuye looked at the red tornado rolling towards them not far away with some hesitation, with his nine-turn peak divine sense, he could naturally detect the reality of the tornado, which was made of countless small insects mixed with red mist, which was very strange.

For thousands of years, the first three layers of this Lost Fire Cave, the Ling Tian Sword Sect had explored it more than 10,000 times, why had it never seen such a strange thing?

However, the little worm's vitality fluctuations were extremely weak, and it shouldn't be a powerful thing, he beckoned, and the shuttle-shaped magic weapon under his feet let out a scream, and continued to move forward.

There was still a faint musk wafting in the air, and the kid should be not far ahead.

As he thought, the insect was really not dangerous, and the yellow cloud behind it could kill thousands of people with a roll of smoke, and the monks beside him also took action, and in just a moment, everyone was clear.

But there are too many bugs, and they keep coming from all around, and they can't be killed.

After a while, Wuye frowned and shouted, "Don't care!

The monks nodded yes, and rushed forward with their heads covered, after half a pillar of incense, Wuye felt that something was wrong, according to their speed, this time should have advanced dozens of miles, why are there still dense insects next to it?

"Elder Taishang, this... What's going on?"

After a while, a Sword Pavilion elder who was following him suddenly exclaimed, and when he looked back, the yellow cloud smoke behind him had thinned out and only a faint trace remained, and he hurriedly pinched the magic seal, but he didn't expect that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that was originally summoned did not react.

He was shocked and his color changed, and then, his feet suddenly emptied, and the shuttle-shaped magic weapon actually fell, and then all the monks around him screamed, all the flying magic weapons failed, and everyone fell in a straight line.

After all, they were all monks of the Nine Rotation Period, and they all reacted after only falling a few dozen zhang, and they wanted to summon the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi after pinching the magic trick one by one, but just like Wuye, no matter what kind of five elements, all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi disappeared for no reason.

"Use the power of the Yuan Infant and use the flying sword! Retreat!" Wu Ye shouted, and took the lead in taking out a silver long sword, his essence blood weapon had been smashed by Xiang Yang, but as the Supreme Elder of the Ling Tian Sword Sect, there was naturally no shortage of good sword weapons in the Sumeru Ring.

The Nine Turns Monk, even if he didn't use the power of heaven and earth, his own vitality was already extremely abundant, and as soon as the flying sword came out, everyone immediately stabilized their bodies, but after a while, someone screamed again.

"This bug ... This bug is weird!"

At this time, everyone was surrounded by dense red insects, and there were more flying swords under their feet, and it didn't take long for the light of those flying swords to dim, and the good magic weapon suddenly became a bottomless pit that devoured the vitality, and it was useless to let them input more vitality.

"Where the hell did this come from!" Wuye's face was solemn, and when he raised his hand, it was a fire rain technique, although he was an earth-based monk, there was no problem in issuing this ordinary fire-type spell.

Unexpectedly, the fireballs in the air had just formed, and soon they swayed a few times, turning into little sparks and dissipating, and the insects next to the fireballs were not harmed at all, and even looked more energetic.

After a while, all the five element spells were used, but none of them worked, and a group of monks panicked.

At this time, even their bodies were crawling with dense insects, and any armor, magic robes and other magic weapons were already dim, and the only thing they could do was to directly reach out and shoot the insect to death.

This strange thing is very fragile, and it can be crushed to death with a single slap, but what is the use of this? The number of insects around is hundreds of millions, how many can be killed with two hands?

Everyone felt that their vitality was leaking out wildly, and it seemed that countless spells were being released every moment, and no matter how strong the Yuan Ying was, it couldn't support such a consumption, and it didn't take long for it to become a little sluggish.

After a while, a Sword Pavilion elder in the early stage of the ninth turn could no longer support it, and the light of the flying sword under his feet flickered, and the whole person fell down like a stubborn stone, and soon disappeared into the red mist, without a trace.

A moment later, a scream was heard in the distance...

And then another...

After a stick of incense, Wuye took less than ten monks in the late stage of the ninth turn out of the insect swarm, and rushed towards the rear like a ghost, and only turned around with palpitations more than ten miles away and looked into the distance.

"This... Looking at the floating red tornado in the distance, and then looking at the remnants of the defeated soldiers around him, he wanted to die all night.

Most of the nearly 100 Sword Pavilion elders of the Ling Tian Sword Sect did not know whether they were alive or dead, and there were only a few of them left, and even if they were, they were all like golden paper, and their vitality was greatly damaged.

The most chilling thing is that judging from the horror of the swarm, the kid with all his hopes is afraid that he has also died here, and the origin of the immortal beast is naturally not spared, and the Sword Sect has paid such a tragic price, and he has ended up empty-handed...

At the bottom of the canyon in the distance, Xiang Yang walked forward along the bottom of the valley, his forehead, the blood-colored dragon pattern flickered and disappeared, every time he flashed, all the strange insects within ten zhang of his body seemed to have encountered the most terrifying thing, and fled desperately.

The dragon bloodline has too much influence on insects, it is a kind of suppression from nature, engraved in instinct, even if these insects have no spiritual intelligence at all, it is still the same.

Without the support of vitality, they fell from a height of hundreds of zhang, and those Nine Rank Elders of the Ling Tian Sword Sect did not have such a terrifying body as Xiang Yang, most of them fell directly into flesh, and the rest were also half dead.

Seeing that they were missing arms and legs, it was very miserable, and Xiang Yang kindly sent them on the road.

The only pity is that I haven't seen the figure of Nightless, and I think it was for him to escape.

The Ling Tian Sword Sect is worthy of being a great sect that is inferior to the Nine Ding Immortal Sect, and the net worth of these Nine Transformation Elders is quite rich, although it is only like this in Xiang Yang's eyes, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, no matter how much wealth he has, there will always be a time when he will run out, even if it is a low-level Yuan Qi Stone, he will not let it go.

Now, these insect swarms have become his umbrella, and Xiang Yang is not in a hurry, he has gone around in a big circle, and all of them have been cleaned, and he almost didn't take off his pants.

He didn't notice that the moment he entered the Lost Fire Cave, the source fire flickered slightly, as if he was identifying and looking for something.

Subsequently, the entire Lost Fire Cave was in a commotion, and one by one, the consciousness that was still a little muddy reacted instinctively...