The waiting time is always long, and nearly six hundred people gathered on the shore of the largest island to look up at the sky, and at this moment, they all have a thought in their hearts, that is, to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

Treasure, chance these words now sound so harsh, after a lot of tribulations, everyone is emaciated, this time Yan Jun's tomb and his party, no matter which side, the gains outweigh the losses.

Needless to say, there are only two disciples left in Zixiao Palace, Song Shu and Guangyu, hundreds of spirit disciples have lost most of them, Jin Yu Ling, and the fairy spirit bag were plundered by Ling Yun, plus because of Ling Yun's relationship, they have nothing in the tomb of Yan Jun, it can be said that they lost their wife and soldiers, if it were not for Lu Yue'er who took the initiative to return Song Shu, Guangyu, Ning Xiao, and Ning Fan's four fairy spirit bags containing the secret treasures of Zixiao Palace, the loss would have increased exponentially, and it is estimated that the elders of Zixiao Palace outside would have to vomit blood in anger.

The losses on the side of the scattered cultivators were not less than those of the Zixiao Palace, and there were dozens of more than three hundred people left, but they were mainly sacrificed when they were fighting with the Instant Demon, and they had nothing to do with the Dao Demon behind them.

There were no personnel sacrifices in Zhengjianmen, plus a lot of benefits in the Seven Star Cave, it seems to be earned, but in fact, Lu Yue'er's matter alone will make Zhengjianmen's heart ache for a long time, they have lost a pride of heaven who has reached the spiritual stage at the age of sixteen, and at the same time, Lu Yue'er's identity seems to have another secret, presumably it has something to do with a certain high-level of Zhengjianmen, Lu Yue'er's injury may cause an uproar in Zhengjianmen.

Among the forces of the four directions, the only one with a smaller loss, I'm afraid there is only the Meiyin Pavilion, how many disciples of the Meiyin Pavilion came, and how many people are still there, although almost all of them have suffered a lot of damage, but after all, there is no worry about their lives, the only regret may be that the Yuan body of the Dingshan Bell was blown up by the green corpse, and if you want to repair it, you have to pay a lot of price.

Nearly 600 people looked at the sky with a heavy heart, quietly waiting for the gate to open.

"Boom"

I don't know how long later, suddenly there was a loud noise, the mountain shook like an earthquake, and everyone stabilized their bodies and looked around in confusion.

"Over there!" someone exclaimed, as if he had discovered something, and the rest followed the man's gaze, only to see a hurricane suddenly appear on the surface of the sea in the distance, and the hurricane stirred the seawater, forming a whirlpool, and the sea water was carried into the sky and gradually turned into a waterspout.

The waterspout was moving in the direction where everyone was, the speed was extremely fast, everyone's faces changed slightly, and most of them planned to evacuate immediately, but before they could move, they heard a cough between heaven and earth.

The disciples of the Zhengjian Sect moved, this voice was familiar to them, it was from Chen Fangping.

"Uncle Chen!"

"Master Chen"

The coughing sound was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes intense, sometimes steady, and the disciples of the Zhengjian Sect burst into tears the moment they heard this voice.

Chen Fangping's authority in the Zhengjian Sect was undoubted, he could be said to be the backbone of all the Zhengjian Sect disciples present, and the familiar coughing sound calmed everyone's minds.

"Don't resist. ”

Chen Fangping's voice sounded, it came from the huge waterspout, and the disciples of the Zhengjian Sect glanced at each other, and did not hesitate to face the direction of the waterspout, quietly waiting for its arrival.

Seeing this scene, the panicked crowd also quieted down, they looked at the waterspout suspiciously, thinking about whether to retreat, and in the end, except for Bi Yuan and Bi Qing who stayed in place, the rest of the people retreated one after another, distanced themselves from the people of Zhengjian Gate, and watched from the sidelines.

Although some people speculated that this waterspout was the passage that led them away, no one could be 100% sure, their idea was very good, let the people of Zhengjianmen go to test the water, and if something was wrong, they would retreat at any time.

The waterspout soon approached the shore, and with the torrential rain and howling winds, everyone turned on their breath to keep the rain out of their bodies and avoid getting wet.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and soon there were gravel trees swept into the sky, and the disciples of the Zhengjian Sect did not try their best to resist this strong wind, and let their bodies rise with the wind.

Jiang Xuan and another Zhengjian Sect disciple tightly supported Lu Yue'er, and the two of them were full of anger, for fear that the rubble from the outside world would scratch Lu Yue'er's weak body.

Among the people of Zhengjianmen, they finally rose into the air, and when they got up, Lu Yue'er glanced at the crowd of scattered cultivators, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Don't worry, I will take care of your senior sister, in Zhengjianmen, no one will be wronged, goodbye, and I wish you good luck, I look forward to meeting you next time, if a character like you dies, it will be a pity that I will work hard, and strive to recover" Lu Yue'er's heart turned a thousand times, and finally turned into a light sigh and disappeared into the wind.

Seeing that more than 100 people in Zhengjianmen disappeared, the rest of the people you look at me, I look at you, and I don't know how to deal with it, but Bi Yuan and Bi Qing are not afraid, take a step forward, follow the pace of Zhengjianmen, and disappear into the wind and waves.

Seeing that the team leaders had all entered, the disciples of the Meiyin Pavilion no longer hesitated and followed one after another, followed by the Zixiao Palace led by Song Shu and Guangyu.

When all the people of the Three Great Avenues Gate were brought up by the waterspout, the rest of the scattered cultivators no longer hesitated and rushed in.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the island was empty, and there was no one else, but after a while, when the wind of the waterspout was getting smaller and smaller, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate, two **** people suddenly crawled out of the nearby seawater.

Fortunately, they also arrived in time, and pounced on the waterspout at the last second when the waterspout dissipated, and was just carried into the air by the waterspout and disappeared

When Lu Yue'er and the others were carried into the air by the waterspout, they saw a light in front of them, and then the sound of the wind howling disappeared, replaced by a chaotic shouting of killing, and after they regained their vision, their eyes were in a mess.

On the ground, the mountains were crowded with people, and the monks of the righteous path and the monks of the Demon Gate fought fiercely.

The dry corpse and the bloody corpse are fighting with Mrs. Miaoyin and Zangquan in the air, and the battle of the four innate masters can be described as earth-shattering, sometimes the dark clouds are rolling, the thunder is flickering, the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are not light, sometimes the clouds are open and the fog is dispersed, the purple air is coming from the east, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and if you look closely, all the mountains nearby are a little smaller, and it seems that most of them have been affected and suffered from unwarranted disasters.

The entire Ziqiu Ridge was stained red with blood, but there was one exception, it was exactly where they were, the place where the gate of Yanjun's tomb was opened, the place surrounded by rootless colorful stone pillars, there was no fighting, no idle people, and not even bloodstains, as if it was the last piece of paradise in the Shura Hell. (To be continued.) )