In the entire Spirit Gate, eighty-one green mountains were on fire, and eighty-one Zhantian drums were beating wildly, like a fierce beast awakening, and the gods were furious!

The loudest place for the drums is the ...... The center surrounded by eighty green mountains, the main peak of the Lingmen!

I saw that above the majestic and solemn main peak in the past, there was a layer of black oppressive clouds, and when the clouds were rolling up, various postures appeared from time to time, or the dragon raised its head, or the black Jiao churned, or the skeleton grimace......

It's a pity that this layer of black clouds is shrouded in some kind of aura, as if an invisible barrier has been built out of thin air, blocking the eyes of those divine senses who are trying to snoop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You stay in the cave to recuperate, don't leave easily. Luoyang's face was solemn, and he said to the weak Yuanbao.

According to Luoyang's speculation, since the two major foreign sects have been planning for this attack for a long time, they naturally will not let go of any of the disciples of the Spirit Control Sect, and now rashly fleeing the sect is tantamount to pushing themselves to the other party's blade, which is an act of seeking death.

Watching the ingots enter the cave, Luoyang waved his hand and left a spiritual imprint on the stone gate, with Luoyang's cultivation of the seventh layer of the spirit now, the imprint he left is far beyond the ability of these ordinary disciples to crack, even if it is really cracked, Luoyang can also detect it at the first time and come quickly.

As for Luoyang, it slowly left this green mountain and quietly walked on the peaks of the outer gate.

"Now that the Spirit Gate is under attack, it is the most difficult time...... It's a pity that with my cultivation of the seventh layer of the spirit transformation alone, I can't control the situation at all. ”

Luo Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, now that he has been in the Lingmen for a year, although he has not established unwavering loyalty, but if it is said that the feelings for the sect still exist after all.

It's a pity that this kind of large-scale invasion between sects is far from being controlled by a single disciple like Luoyang, and what can really play a key role depends on those high-level sects who are trapped on the main peak.

War drums, roars, cries, wails......

Accompanied by the billowing smoke rising from many mountainsides, all kinds of harsh sounds were endless, among which there were many unwilling disciples of the enemy sect, but more of them were the despair of the disciples of the Spirit Sect.

Walking among the green mountains, Luoyang made many shots, repelled the disciples of the outer sects, and saved many disciples of the Lingling Sect.

It's not that Luoyang Bodhisattva is in his heart, but Luoyang knows very well that even these disciples of foreign sects are acting on the orders of their masters, and they can't help themselves, because of this, Luoyang doesn't want to kill more, just to repel the enemy.

"Whew!"

About two hours later, the war drums in the Spirit Gate were still roaring, and the black clouds above the main peak were still thick and mysterious.

Luoyang walked to a cave mansion, looked at the three corpses in front of the stone gate, his eyes were slightly complicated, sighed, and took out the Taiyin Ancient Sutra from the storage bag.

With a strong suction, the three corpses quickly dried up, and the breath of flesh and blood was refined, and each corpse was refined into three blood beads.

The way to refine blood beads in the Taiyin Ancient Scripture is from the breath of flesh and blood, and according to Luoyang's inference, using the flesh and blood of demon beasts in the Spirit Transformation Realm can only refine one blood bead, while the Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator is three.

Although the catastrophe is coming, it has invisibly provided countless resources to Luoyang, and in just two hours, there are fifty-six more blood beads in Luoyang's storage bag.

In these two hours, Luoyang saw the tragic death of hundreds of monks and the loss of hundreds of lives...... In the face of the joint aggression of the two major sects, the number of disciples outside the Spirit Sect has decreased wildly.

Gradually, Luoyang finally realized that this catastrophe may be a catastrophe for the Lingmen, and he wanted to escape it...... It's hard to climb to the sky. He had already made a decision in his heart, once the main peak was lost and the Spirit Control Gate was completely defeated, he would use these blood beads to perform the Flame Wolf Technique!

Summons a ...... A powerful and incomparable flame wolf!

Although this idea is extremely dangerous, it cannot be denied, and it is the only way to escape from the two major sects.

Time passes.

Three more hours passed. The war of the Lingmen never stopped, and Luoyang repeatedly repelled the disciples of the outer sect and seriously injured them, prompting the other party to no longer have the fighting strength and never took the initiative to kill.

Only when some ill-intentioned disciples of the outer sect choose to take the initiative to attack him, will Luoyang decisively take action and wipe him out.

At the same time, the blood beads in Luoyang's storage bag were growing at an alarming rate, perhaps because the situation in the sect was too chaotic, so Luoyang did not notice that as the Taiyin Ancient Scripture continued to refine the blood beads, its surface faintly emitted a red halo.

"Boom!"

Half an hour later, an amazing thunderclap suddenly sounded!

Following the sound, I saw that the direction from which the voice came was enveloped by a huge black cloud...... Peak!

I saw a dazzling white rainbow appear, like a huge sword, as fast as lightning, like a bamboo, and slammed into that layer of black clouds!

This scene happened very suddenly, when Luoyang turned his head to look, he saw the black cloud cut by the white blade at a glance, and when he saw the scene, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

"Building the foundation...... Thirteen Foundation Building Monks!" Luoyang's pupils contracted suddenly.

Wherever the white blade passed, the black clouds retreated outward, as if they did not want to confront it head-on, only to see that in the black clouds, there were thirteen monks standing out of thin air!

or a middle-aged man, or a boy in red, or a gray-haired old woman, or a white-haired old man...... These people have different postures, but they exude a similar majestic aura on their bodies, and from a distance, they look like thirteen majestic peaks, standing there!

This kind of breath is not unfamiliar to Luoyang, and it is the same as Dabai...... Even among these people, there are a few people, whose aura is much stronger than that of Da Bai!

Ordinary disciples' divine sense is weak, even if the black clouds are dispersed, they can't see the scene clearly, but Luoyang has the seventh-level cultivation of transforming spirits, neither strong nor weak, just enough to see the appearance of those people.

The moment he saw these monks, Luoyang was like falling into an ice cave, his mind was blank, as if he was in deep darkness, and his heart was full of confusion.

It's ridiculous, but it's all too real.

It's like the frog at the bottom of the well really sees the sky outside the well, and can't help but feel its own insignificance......

"What a powerful breath...... Especially the old woman, who gave me a ...... It only takes one thought to destroy my delusion!"

Luoyang's heart trembled, and he unconsciously smiled bitterly, feeling that the Lingmen might really be in a catastrophe this time, after all, in the face of such a powerful enemy, how could there be hope for a turnaround with only the unpopular motley sect of the Lingmen?

The snow has not stopped, and the winter wind is freezing to the bone.

At this moment, Luoyang's eyebrows suddenly raised, and he didn't know what he saw, and he fell into a trance.

I saw that the white blade cut through the rolling black clouds, and finally dissipated at this moment, and standing in it was actually a person! A middle-aged Taoist priest!

He Qingfeng walked out of the dazzling white light, the wind blew his clothes up, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the thirteen foundation building powerhouses.

"He Qingfeng has a breeze in his sleeve, who will give it a try, fellow Daoists?" He Qingfeng raised his head and laughed, smiling heartily and heroically, stepping on the rolling black clouds, and taking a big step forward.