A group of more than forty people slowly moved around the periphery of the space. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 From time to time, a disciple exclaimed, and then rushed down the mountain, it seemed that he had found the spirit grass again.

After receiving the material comfort from the young sect master, the complaints in everyone's hearts have all dissipated, after all, everyone has obtained at least one medium-grade magic weapon, as well as a lot of elixirs, these things are much higher than the few elixirs they worked hard to get.

Along the way, I saw a lot of elixirs, but there were many monks and few porridges, and the disciples I saw were all rushing up, and those who grabbed them were happy, and those who couldn't grab them were not complaining, and they also had another flavor. Although everyone is a brother in the same school, they have been in the same family for many years, and it is really rare to appear on occasions like this that are similar to frolic.

Wang Gaojie is naturally not in the competition, one is that he has self-knowledge, he is the lowest here, if he dislikes others, it will not be good for him;

On the contrary, Wu Si thought about it, and every time he watched those disciples harvest an elixir, he unconsciously swallowed his saliva. As an elder, it was naturally inconvenient for him to compete with them.

But he was shy in his pocket, and the resources in the Heavenly Spirit Sect were very limited, and it was difficult to obtain, which was also one of the reasons why he didn't concentrate on cultivation. If he had abundant resources, he wouldn't have gone to the mortal city to find the Qinglou girl to waste his time.

Just as the group was frolicking, as if playing, a black dot suddenly flew towards them in the distance.

"There is an enemy! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Sun Ruoling shouted loudly.

The disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect suddenly panicked, they have been able to survive until now, not because they have experienced a hundred battles, but because they are timid, so they have never experienced a battle.

Sun Ruoling greeted him first.

Mo Jianchen asked Jiao Tai and a few people to protect these disciples of the Spirit Liquid Realm. When those disciples saw that the young sect master had come forward, the panic in their hearts suddenly decreased a lot.

The black spot was gradually approaching, and as soon as they saw the other party wearing the clothes of the Heavenly Spirit Gate, those spiritual liquid realms shouted excitedly one by one: "It's not an enemy, it's a fellow senior brother!"

Mo Jianchen felt bitter in his heart, he had already told everyone about his general experience, but the fact that the other two sects liked to wear the robes of the Heavenly Spirit Sect was too disgraceful, so he naturally wouldn't say it. As for Sun Ruoling, he won't say this.

When the black shadow saw a large group of people in front of him, his heart was also ecstatic, and he shouted from afar: "Senior brothers, save me quickly! There are ghosts behind! There must be ghosts!"

As soon as he heard the ghost, Mo Jianchen's face suddenly changed, and he immediately shouted to the disciples behind him: "It's the demon clan!"

Mo Jianchen naturally informed everyone that there were demons here, and also explained in detail what Xue Wenrui told him about how to resist the demons.

It's just that most of these disciples have cultivated so far, and they have never seen life and death, and at first they sounded like listening to a book from heaven, jaw-dropping, and incredible, but they never took it to heart in their hearts.

Now they are panicked, let alone resisting, and a few people can't even hold their swords steadily.

Mo Jianchen stretched out a huge thunder-type aura shield, while Jiao Tai and Jiao Hai each stretched out a huge fire-type aura shield, protecting more than forty disciples in it.

It's just that there are too many people, and their spiritual shields become extremely brittle after being stretched out, and their defense power has also dropped a lot.

"You guys inject spiritual power into the bodies of the three of us, Jiao Yi and Jiao Xin, the two junior brothers, pay attention to using talismans to defend!" Jiao Tai said at the right time.

Those disciples immediately sat cross-legged and divided into three groups, one by one putting their palms against the back of the monk in front of them, and channeling their spiritual power into the bodies of Mo Jianchen, Jiao Tai, and Jiao Hai. The three spiritual power shields suddenly became several times thicker, like a huge fireball, drowning more than forty people in it, and there were lightning and thunder between the fireballs.

When everyone had sorted out the team, they finally saw the person who flew in.

The person's spiritual crystal realm is a great consummation of cultivation, five miles behind this person, a fan makes a strange laugh, but there is a severed hand lying on the fan, which is obviously only a stump of a limb, but the muscles are full and bloody, as if it is alive.

It's just that whether it is the arm or the fan, there is a strong cold aura, although it is far away, but the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect are already chilling in their hearts.

"That monk is not a disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, he is uneasy and kind, Senior Sister wants you to be careful!" Mo Jianchen shouted. Now that none of them can come forward to help, he can't help but worry about Sun Ruoling's safety.

The monk was indeed uneasy, and he had fled all the way from the place where the Bloody Hand Gate had fought against the Heavenly Dragon Academy.

If Xue Wenrui is here, he will find that this person is the "Senior Brother Ying" of the Bloody Hand Gate, Senior Brother Ying's full name is Ying Xuewen, and his status in the Bloody Hand Gate is quite high, no worse than Ma Lebang, who built the foundation of Tianlong Academy in half a step.

Speaking of which, he was also very unlucky, Pan Kaikang, a genius disciple who worked hard to design the Tianlong Academy, didn't get anything in the end, but instead caused a big battle between the two sects.

What made him even more annoyed was that in the battle between the Bloody Hand Gate and the Tianlong Academy, the difference in strength between the two sides was obviously not large, and the disciples of the Bloody Hand Gate were killed and injured more than fifty people, and the Tianlong Academy also had thirty or forty people.

It's just that the fighting spirit of the disciples of the Bloody Hand Sect is obviously not as good as that of the Tianlong Academy, and the discipline is also more lax, and a few low-level disciples saw that they were getting more and more at a disadvantage, so they immediately left the team and fled, and the rest of the disciples saw that someone was taking the lead, and they also followed suit, and their fighting spirit collapsed instantly.

Forced to do so, these Spirit Crystal Realm Great Perfection disciples also had to flee. Before the disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Academy could catch up, the sneak attack of the demon clan arrived.

The sneak attack of the demon clan can not be divided into sects, and those injured disciples suffer first. The next thing to suffer was the Bloody Hand Gate again, because the disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Academy were more united, although they were afraid, they could still flee in groups, and there were even disciples who dared to fight back against the demons.

But the disciples of the Bloody Hand Sect were scattered, and they only cared about themselves one by one, so they naturally became the best targets for the demon clan.

Ying Xuewen was very unlucky, originally his cultivation would not be targeted by the demons, but he liked to do something to win people's hearts in the sect, and there were several disciples who were chased by the demons nearby, all running towards him, shouting while running: "Senior Brother Ying save me! Senior Brother Ying save me!"

So it became that he fled at the front, those low-level disciples fled behind him, and the demons chased those low-level monks.

This is a good thing, the two demon clans who didn't plan to do anything to him, after killing those low-level monks, saw that there were no people around them to hunt, and they set their eyes on him.

Originally, according to the cultivation of these demon cultivators, they couldn't catch up with themselves at all, but how did they know that these demon divine thoughts were several times stronger than him, not only could they lock him with their divine thoughts, but they could also predict the direction of his flight, and unconsciously shortened the distance.

In order to escape from the pursuit, Ying Xuewen had no choice but to keep drilling into places where there were monks, hoping to use those monks to interfere with the other party and allow him to escape.