After this battle, only Zhang Ran was left among the disciples of Array Fu Peak.

Seeing these young brothers and sisters turn into wisps of green smoke, Rao is heart is firm, and a helpless sadness also rose in his heart.

Low-priced disciples, life is cheap.

Evacuated to Fushanfang City, dozens of miles away, the surviving disciples breathed a sigh of relief. Those disciples who were rescued by Zhang Ran looked at him with gratitude in their eyes. The female disciple, with tears in her eyes, actually wanted to pay a big salute to Zhang Ran, so frightened that he turned sideways and avoided it.

When he found his assigned accommodation, he immediately sat down cross-legged and started the exercises. The spiritual power of the dantian is almost bottoming out, and if you don't recover quickly, you don't know what will happen next. Moreover, after taking several pills, I don't know if it has any effect on me. Fortunately, the "Ice Melting Flame Technique" was extremely domineering, and some of the medicinal impurities were quickly removed.

He speculated that the Beast Control Sect had suffered a big loss, and he was afraid that he would not give up easily.

Dou Changsheng's face was terrifyingly calm, but his mood was extremely complicated. If it weren't for the fact that the monks of the construction period could not directly participate in the battle, with their own ability, they would be able to save those innocent disciples.

He held back his disgust for Bai Yuqi and discussed his next move with him. The two agreed that first, first, to report the battle situation and losses here to Uncle Yan Daoji, in order to seek the assistance of the sect, and second, to send a team of disciples to harass the Beast Control Sect to show the determination of the Ten Thousand Law Sect, and at the same time warn the Beast Control Sect not to act rashly, and also let them taste the taste of being targeted.

Who should I send?

Bai Yuqi rolled his eyes and said, "Senior Brother Dou, I think that kid named Zhang Ran has good strength, he can be the team leader, senior brother thinks it is good?"

It can only be him, Dou Changsheng nodded in agreement.

Bai Yuqi immediately sent a transmission note.

With little effort, Zhang Ran walked into the cultivation room of the two.

"Zhang Ran, after I discussed with Elder Bai, tomorrow at noon, with you as the leader, I will attack the Spirit Mine of the Beast Control Sect, are you willing to go?" Dou Changsheng asked.

When Zhang Ran heard this, he blamed himself for being too impulsive. Your elder is in power, can I not go? The previous favor for Dou Changsheng has been greatly reduced.

So he calmly bowed his hand and said: "The disciple is willing to go, it's nothing, the disciple will go back and prepare first." ”

Dou Changsheng sighed in his heart, thinking about this request seemed unreasonable, and he had just come down from the battlefield.

Bai Yuqi bowed his hand and said goodbye, if it weren't for the fact that the cousin was a descendant of Uncle Daoliang, he wouldn't have bothered to care about this kind of thing.

At noon, Zhang Ran and the five disciples set off.

The Pingyuan Spirit Mine of the Beast Control Sect is nearly a hundred miles away, and although the road is difficult, it is like walking on the ground for monks.

Six rays of light, flying and stopping, cautiously approaching the Pingyuan Spirit Mine. From a distance, only a few people walked around, and occasionally one or two low roars of spirit beasts came. The entire Pingyuan Spirit Mine seems to be defenseless, and the wind and waves are calm.

Everyone glanced at each other, and finally their eyes focused on Zhang Ran's face, and the five of them had unconsciously regarded Zhang Ran as the backbone.

Zhang Ran frowned, not quite right. In the previous battle, it was impossible not to have an impact on the Pingyuan Spirit Mine, and the method of the Beast Control Sect should be to mobilize a large number of disciples to guard it. How can it be as if nothing happened, this is too strange.

Orion was born, and he had a natural intuition, this seeming calm, could it be the conspiracy of the Beast Control Sect?

Everyone put away the light and moved forward dozens of feet. Zhang Ran was just about to make a gesture to stop, but a senior brother in the late stage of Qi couldn't hold back any longer, the tiger roared, the light flashed rapidly, and a golden light technique blasted towards the disciples of the Beast Control Sect walking around. Before he could rush to him, dozens of figures seemed to come out of the ground, screaming, and surrounded him.

"It's not good, withdraw!" everyone still didn't understand something, and they were ambushed.

That senior brother had been beaten to pieces by the other party's dense spell runes, and he couldn't see that he was alive.

The five men propped up their shields, set up their escapes, and fled desperately back. If you are surrounded by the other party, you will definitely die.

After fleeing for dozens of miles, the spiritual power in his body was consumed a lot, but fortunately, the disciples of the Beast Control Sect did not chase after him. The five of them took the elixir and meditated cross-legged on the spot to restore their spiritual power.

Before he could fully recover, his way back had been cut off by more than a dozen Beast Control Sect disciples. Damn, they actually set up an ambush halfway, and the faces of the five people suddenly turned pale, and it was over.

"Scatter and flee, go one by one. Zhang Ran's eyes were red. Five escapes, breaking through from different directions.

Zhang Ran rode the purple shadow away, identifying a direction and recklessly urging spiritual power. Unexpectedly, these people gave up the pursuit of other disciples and rushed to themselves. The spells behind him were as dense as rain, and the speed of the spirit beasts was even faster than the speed of escape, not allowing these beasts to get close, and backhanded a few purple butterflies, killing several heads.

chased and fled, and the distance gradually widened. The three late disciples of the Beast Control Sect were like shadows, keeping a distance of about sixty zhang from him. Zhang Ran patted the storage bag, and a precious Guiling Pill was swallowed and refined.

It's not a way to escape. The mind was racing, and he urged the spiritual power violently, and opened up a distance of ten zhang. The disciples of the Beast Control Sect who were chasing after him scolded loudly, the evil sect is evil, how can the spiritual power of this boy of the Ten Thousand Law Sect not be used up.

It's time, estimate how much spiritual power the other party has left. With a distance of fifty zhang, it should be able to exert the power of the purple butterfly. With a flick of his hands, the six purple butterflies turned into streamers and pounced on the three of them like evil spirits. The three people of the Beast Control Sect were chasing after each other, and they were still thinking in their hearts that they would catch this kid and peel his skin and cramp to sacrifice his spirit beast. Coldly, six purple rays of light shot head-on, and the speed was too fast to react. Two people couldn't dodge, one had their throats pierced, one had their hearts blown to pieces, and two bodies fell into the dust. There was a strange scream, and one arm was blown off, and the pain was so painful that the eyes were golden. How could he have thought that the distance of fifty zhang was simply a fantasy for a disciple in the Qi acceptance period. Fighting for life and death, how can there be the slightest distraction. An unpredictable sword light, with a slight twist, a head flew into the air, and its face was full of incredible colors.

Seven or eight early stage disciples who were running behind saw the death of their senior brother from a distance, and they turned around and fled in fright.

The three storage bags were sucked into Zhang Ran's hands and put into his arms. The spiritual power of the dantian has almost dried up, the purple butterfly is easy to use, and the loss of spiritual power is also surprisingly fast. Immediately take out a Returning Spirit Pill and take it for refining. No, it was too slow, and I took out another one. The situation was critical, and he couldn't care about that much. "Ice Melting and Flame Technique" worked desperately, and the poison was discharged from the body along the meridians of the acupoints. At this time, most of the spiritual power had recovered, and he couldn't help but exhale.

The light flashed, and Zhang Ran flew away in the direction of the station. Along the way, I still thought in my heart that those brothers didn't know if they had fled back to the station.

Zhang Ran's heart was beating in shock, and his body seemed to be suppressed by a certain breath, and he couldn't move at all.

As soon as the wind sounded, a slender white-clothed figure stopped on the road that Zhang Ran had to pass.

"Haha, the kid is good, more than a dozen disciples of my Beast Control Sect can't kill you, it seems that I have to do it. The man in white said contemptuously.

When he released his spiritual sense, he couldn't sense his cultivation realm, could it be a foundation building monk?

The man in white said proudly: "Ha, boy, what are you probing, my son has just built a foundation and left the customs." ”

It's troublesome, I'm afraid it's hard to escape this time, is it possible that the foundation building monk made a move regardless of the agreement. Zhang Ran suppressed the grief and horror in his heart, and any explanation and cowardice were to no avail. As soon as the spiritual sense moved, the water and fire array and the order flag were thrown at his feet with his hands raised. A thick purple gas rose, and then the brilliance bloomed. His body moved, and he escaped into the formation.

The man in white sneered with disdain: "Seeing this son come in and break the formation, I want to see what tricks can be played during the small period of acceptance." ”

Seeing him enter the formation, Zhang Ran did not hesitate to manipulate the formation, and countless pieces of purple wind blades were twisted towards the man in white. At the same time, six purple butterflies also brazenly attacked the man in white.

The formation space was filled with purple mist, and the man in white moved his senses, and he couldn't see where Zhang Ran was. Hehe, there are two hits. Unhurriedly, the two huge fire dragons burned towards the wind blade in the sky with their teeth and claws, as if they were going to burn this space.

The flying wind blades have decreased sharply, and the power of the formation seems to be weakening, and there is no time to install the spirit stones one by one. Zhang Ran roared wildly, "Spirit Explosion Technique," hundreds of fast spirit stones were thrown out. A huge aura storm suddenly exploded in the formation, and the huge wind blades were incomparable, killing them all.

The man in white was unmoved, and the power of this formation seemed to have increased. If you can't even kill someone who is in the breath period, this face will be lost, and another fire dragon will join the attacking team. After a stalemate for three breaths, the man in white hesitated slightly, then released his flying sword and killed the opposite side. He didn't believe that he couldn't break this small formation if he flew his sword back and forth, and he couldn't afford to lose this person.

Zhang Ran's spiritual sense was in pain, and it was unbearable like a pinprick in the face, couldn't he hold on? No! Even if the Dao died at this moment, he would have to drag this person down to the Yellow Spring together! The remaining few Returning Spirit Pills were all swallowed into his abdomen, and the surging spiritual power was scurrying in the meridians. Hundreds of spirit stones were pinched and exploded again, and the sufficient spiritual energy maintained the power of the formation.

The oncoming flying sword stabbed straight into the chest, "pop", the octagonal shield was smashed through a hole, and the flying sword stabbed Zhang Ran's chest along the aftermath, the inner armor was shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He gritted his teeth and took a Heart Restoration Pill, he must not faint, and at the same time, he released the Purple Shadow Sword desperately. The Purple Shadow Sword took advantage of the purple mist to sneak up on the past.

The man in white was startled, his consciousness moved slightly, and a golden mirror quickly rebounded. Immediately followed by the flying sword crashing into the Ziyou Sword, and with a "dang" sound, the Ziyou Sword was broken into two. followed by the Chiyan Sword, which was also destroyed. Seven breaths passed, and the man in white felt that his spiritual power was not good, and he forgot to bring the elixir to restore his spiritual power. I succeeded in building the foundation, and I was so excited that I even forgot the spirit beast bag in the retreat room. Hey, careless, I didn't expect this kid to be so difficult.

Zhang Ran's eyes were black for a while, his spiritual sense was damaged, he was seriously injured, and there were bursts of dizziness and severe pain in his brain. Persistence! Persistence! Never fall asleep! The Returning Spirit Pill has been used up, just use the ordinary Returning Spirit Pill, and the spiritual power can be restored a little bit. Under his uninterrupted use of the "Spirit Explosion Technique", the formation is still stable and powerful.

In a trance, Zhang Ran felt that the power of the fire dragon was not as strong as it was at the beginning, and there were signs of gradually retracting, and the trace of the flying sword of the man in white seemed to be gone. Could it be that the other party has exhausted his spiritual power? He forced himself to open his eyes, and saw that the man in white was holding the spirit stone in his hand to refine and absorb it, and he was panting to avoid the wind blade, with an expression of chagrin and regret on his face.

Vitality! A fleeting glimmer of life!

The spiritual power was urged at any cost, and the six purple butterflies also seemed to feel that their lives were hanging by a thread, and they resolutely bombarded the man in white. Immediately afterwards, the high-priced flying sword, accompanied by a purple cold light, broke through the air and killed.

The man in white dodged the bombardment of the purple butterfly, but in the end he did not avoid the strangulation of the flying sword, and the joy of building the foundation just now was ruthlessly buried by the flying sword. A foundation-building monk who seems to have a great future has become a lonely soul on the banks of the Lethe River.

Infinite tiredness hit, Zhang Ran bit his lip, and kept the last bit of sobriety. Put away the array equipment and the storage bag of the man in white, swallow a few Hui Ling Pills again, set up a shaky escape, and fled towards the gate station.

It's close, it's almost there, and a trace of obsession supports him. Don't stop, don't stop, Zhang Ran, you can do it. Daddy and mother are still leaning on the door and looking at them from afar, waiting for their Ran'er to go back, Ah Bao and Xiaohui have been thinking about their dear brother for countless days and nights, and they have forgotten the qin. I must not let them down, Zhang Ran, you can do it.

Hundreds of zhang away from the station of Fushanfang City, Zhang Ran smashed up a piece of dust with a "bang" and fainted.