Along the way, there are murderous machines everywhere, dazzling brilliance, flames, thunder released by spells... There was even more blood that filled the sky over the entire Fuga, and from time to time a scream of death was heard from the air or on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Ye flew rapidly, or pointed out, or slashed with a bloody knife, even he didn't know how many monks of the two factions he had killed, although this made the middle and low-level disciples of the alliance of the two factions dodge in horror, but it also became the target of hunting for advanced cultivators.

Several times, if it hadn't been for his divine consciousness to discover it in advance, he might have died like the countless Fuga disciples who were killed.

At this moment, there is a white-haired old man in the air, condensing the twelfth layer of cultivation, and in this place, there is no one to compete with him.

This person has a magic weapon under his feet, standing in the air, staring at the nearby place of fighting, where there is stubborn resistance, and with one finger, two rays of light will suddenly fly out, like a double moon staggered, and the resisting Fujia disciples will be killed on the spot.

Bai Ye's figure had already been seen by him in his eyes, and his eyes narrowed, revealing the killing intent of Sen Han.

However, the purple clothes made this person know that the cultivation in front of him was a true disciple of the Fujia Sect, so that although the cultivation was higher, he was still cautious.

Just as Bai Ye's fingertips thundered and faced several besieging cultivators, the old man suddenly raised his hand, and immediately flew out a jet-black long whip, heading straight for Bai Ye.

This long whip was silent at first, and only when it was close to the side would it burst open, emitting a very fine and dense pit of needle rain, covering a range of ten zhang, as long as it was hit by a thorn, it would immediately be poisoned and die, even if the foundation was not careful, there would be injuries.

At this moment, Bai Ye's divine consciousness was shrouded, and when his right hand was raised, the power of cultivation was surging like a sea at this moment, and there was even a whistling sound coming out.

It belongs to the condensation of the Dao Tibetan Sutra, and the fluctuations of the terrifying spiritual power of the peak of the ten layers of condensation qi permeate out.

"Boom!"

Several thunderbolts, shining with purple flames, appeared in the sky.

The monks of the two factions who were besieging with hideous faces were immediately pierced by this purple flame and thunder, and burned into ashes, leaving no trace.

This scene was turbulent, and at the same time, the strong strength of killing several cultivators made the monks of the two factions nearby immediately frightened, understanding that this person was no longer a target that they could contend with, nor could they be killed by the combination of several ordinary monks.

They all flew away from the purple-shirted monk in horror.

This scene was also seen by the white-haired old man, and in his shock, Bai Ye's gaze fell.

This gaze was full of murderous intent, and in the face of the approach of the long whip, Bai Ye's purple shirt sleeves waved, and the jade talisman of his right arm appeared.

The needle rain that burst from the long whip was suddenly submerged at this moment, and was turned into water vapor by the blazing heat, and the sun and dazzling light became an eternity within a hundred zhang.

The white-haired old man was horrified in his heart, he didn't hesitate, he slapped the treasure bag, and immediately flew out countless flying swords, all of which stabbed at Bai Ye, while the rainbow light flashed under his feet, and his body flew into the distance.

Bai Ye sneered, his heart did not make waves, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped on the blazing sun, and suddenly the light and rain turned into a sword, and the Dao Dao fell.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The roar echoed through the air.

Powerful spiritual power fluctuated, coming from behind him, the white-haired old man's heart was broken, and several distress talismans flew into the sky.

And at this moment, an indifferent voice came.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, a blood-red color appeared in front of the white-haired old man's eyes, with a bewitching blood-colored knife, which swept directly through his throat.

Bai Ye is surrounded by a hundred feet, and there is no repair.

When Song Benchu first entered the foundation building, he did not follow him to Mochiyue Peak, but assigned support to attack the peak with true disciples, and when the old man released the distress talisman, he happened to fly not far away.

He didn't care about the number of distress talismans, he knew which peak of the Fujia Sect was where the Zhuji Elder and the True Disciple were located.

But then, the strong aura fluctuation made him stop advancing.

"Hmm?, isn't the information she gave accurate..."

Song Benchu's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked there, he immediately saw a purple shirt.

"The clothes are purple shirts, Fujia Zhenchuan, hum!"

Before the words fell, his gaze suddenly froze, and his body suddenly went there, and in the blink of an eye, he was a hundred feet away.

And the more than ten disciples of the two factions who followed Song Benchu also went away.

At this time, Ma Yue's expression was complicated, and in her heart, she was thinking about how to get rid of the method of becoming this person's Ding Furnace, and she didn't even notice the thunder and fire attack not far away.

It wasn't until everyone galloped that they were stunned, glanced at Mochizuki Peak, and had the intention to get out of this person's control and look for her master who had secretly worshipped, but after his expression changed, he sighed, and the white veil fluttered under his feet, and followed behind.

"At this moment, the master's plan has reached a critical juncture, if I don't obey the order, and the calculation is broken, I'm afraid... Or wait for the dust to settle and ask the master to come forward, thinking about it, she will not agree, her own disciple will become someone else's furnace."

Bai Ye swept past the body of the white-haired old man who had not yet fallen, and quickly flew towards the listening rain pool.

Suddenly, a powerful aura approached, making his consciousness and crisis emerge, Bai Ye suddenly changed color, looked there suddenly, and his eyes suddenly contracted.

I saw that in mid-air, a middle-aged man stood in the void, with an elegant demeanor, which was somewhat similar to Zhuo Qingshu.

"Sure enough, it's the true disciple of Fu Jia..."

Bai Ye secretly inhaled cold air, "This person's breath... Building the foundation."

More than ten figures appeared in the distance, Bai Ye's heart was even more dignified, and suddenly his gaze condensed and fell on the woman who came last.

"Matsuki! she... How can you be with this person..."

However, then I thought of Zeng Xiaoyao, who was actually the son of the master of the Ten Thousand Souls Gate, who had been hidden in Fujia for more than ten years, and whose pseudonym was Wan Xiaoyao, and a flash of enlightenment flashed, "Could it be that she too..."

"Elder Song, this person is one of the twelve disciples who entered the Tianji Cave..."

At this moment, Ma Yue also saw Bai Ye.

All the time, she never forgot the humiliation she suffered and the hatred brought about by her brother's death.

It's just that at that time, Bai Ye worshiped under Zhuo Qingshu's sect and was a true disciple with her, especially when he learned that there was Bai Ye in Tianji Cave, which made Ma Yue hate it to the extreme.

Although the two of them are both true disciples, Ma Yue knows that since Bai Ye became one of the twelve disciples, their identities have separated an insurmountable gap.

Unless one day, she becomes the foundation and Bai Ye is still condensed, otherwise, it is impossible to seek revenge against Bai Ye.

At this time, as soon as Ma Yue saw it, her heart was immediately put aside, and the murderous intent was pervasive.

"Oh!"

Song Benchu's eyes flashed, and he was also murderous, "It's actually a disciple of the Twelve Heavens Machine Cave..."

At this moment, Bai Ye's eyebrows were raised, and in the roar of golden spiritual power, the flame of Lan Li burst into his hands, and it became dark blue in an instant.

A flame the size of a bean grain flickered and appeared.

Bai Ye knew that just this foundation building monk was not something he could compete with now, if he added those more than ten Qi Condensing Monks and Ma Yue, he would be dead and lifeless.

Yes, at the moment he saw it clearly, Bai Ye's cultivation power immediately roared, not to kill, but to gain a glimmer of time.

"Click!"

The sound of a crisp mirror shattering sounded, and the dark blue flames burst open at this moment, almost in the blink of an eye, within a radius of a hundred zhang, it became a blue flame world.

There is not a trace of scorching heat in this flame body or consciousness.

Yes, Song Benchu sneered.

"You're just condensing, how dare you...!"

Before the words fell, his complexion changed sharply, Song Benchu's figure flickered, and he stepped back in an instant.

The blue flame spread in the sky, and the disciples of the two factions who didn't have time to react were suddenly enveloped.

The screams came out immediately, and even Ma Yue didn't have time to react, and was also swallowed up, letting out a terrible scream.

Song Benchu didn't expect that a small Qi Condensing Cultivator, with surging spiritual power, could emit such a terrifying fire, his face was gloomy, looking at the figure that was rapidly swept away, his eyes were not only murderous, but also shocking.

"This person must not stay, and if he stays, he will be in trouble....!"

This thought arises, one step out, and the blink of an eye chases out.

A figure screamed miserably, rushing out of the blue sea of fire, her body wrapped in three blood-colored beads, and the river of blood surged, driving away the blue flames that had been attached.

When the last glimmer of flame dissipated, revealing her scorching body, all skin was blackened and burnt.

"Bai Ye....!"

A howl of pain echoed, and the figure tilted its head suddenly.

The face that used to be white and smooth was also eroded at the moment, and the only remaining eye was full of crazy hatred.