For most of the day, Gu Zichen looked at the majestic gate of Huodong City, revealing a trace of worry, at this time, the gate of the city gate was open, the smoke was filled, and from time to time there were panicked people fleeing outside.

A glimmer of light flashed in Gu Zichen's eyes, his right hand flipped over, and a compass flashed in it, but seeing that above the compass, Murong Hanxing was still staying in the city and did not come out.

Gu Zichen's eyes were full of doubt, looking at the text message Fu Seal, which also had no response, gritted his teeth, his feet flashed, and he entered Huo Dong City.

Gu Zichen put the mask on his face that he was participating in the auction in Nanming City, looking like a strange young man, worried that he would accidentally cause a scuffle if he ran into the people of the Linghu family and the Baili family.

Gu Zichen dodged left and right, avoiding the dangers that appeared from time to time, and for half an hour, his eyes looked at the sky with a hint of worry.

At this time, Gu Zichen was lying on a hidden street corner, only about a kilometer away from Xunfeng Academy, but he saw that about 100 meters above the main gate of Xunfeng Academy, it was divided into three battle groups, and a fierce battle was being fought, and the people who started the war were the five ancestors of the Gu Wen family who took the first step and were ready to quickly cut the chaos.

"What's going on? Isn't it a hunting operation? How did it turn into a brawl?" Gu Zichen's face was cloudy, and he couldn't help but worry when he looked at the sky.

You must know that the destruction of Huodong City and even Shangchuan County is just a trauma for the Gu family, not to the point of breaking the muscles and bones.

As long as the two Gu Wen families join forces, the combat power of the nine Condensing Realm cultivators is enough to gain a firm foothold in the new place and then develop slowly. If the five Gu Splitting Heavens were dragged here and arrested by the Jing State monks, it would be a catastrophe for the Gu Wen family.

Thinking of this, Gu Zichen was in a heavy mood, looked up and watched the battle situation carefully, his head turned, thinking of countermeasures.

At this time, Dan saw that there were three battle groups in the sky, the closest place to Gu Zichen. Wen Zhiming, a Wen family condensing realm monk wearing a soap robe and a ruddy complexion.

Its body was wrapped in a small purple bell, which slowly rotated, radiating golden light. Wen Zhiming is protected by airtightness.

Above Wen Zhiming's head, a golden giant sword, a hundred meters long, stood erect in the sky. From the giant sword, hundreds of meter-long sword shadows flew out. With a sharp roar, it pierced at the person on the other side.

The person who opposed Wen Zhiming, wearing a cyan robe, was only in the middle of his life, holding a whisk that was only a meter long in his right hand, and a black talisman in his left hand.

Facing the volley, hundreds of sword shadows, the green-robed Taoist priest's face was calm as usual, and his right hand waved the dust, as if writing in the air out of thin air. But seeing the cyan unknown fonts, they rose into the air, and in an instant, a hundred meters above the Taoist priest's head, they were arranged as if they were an article.

As soon as the article took shape, Huo Ran emitted a dazzling cyan light. Gu Zichen was careless, and he was shed tears by the cyan light, and it took more than a dozen breaths to return to normal again.

Gu Zichen looked up at the sky again with fear in his heart. At this time, a hundred meters above the Taoist priest's head, a cyan curtain like an arc rose out of thin air.

Hundreds of sword shadows pierced the cyan curtain. As if they had been slipped away for no reason, they all slipped around the cyan curtain, and the damage to the cyan curtain was not too obvious.

Wen Zhiming's expression froze, and he was about to make a move, when suddenly, a roar trembled. But I saw a black man-eating vulture that seemed to come from hell through the cyan curtain and swooped towards Wen Zhiming.

The man-eating vulture is the size of a house, and its body and tail are covered with palm-sized layers of scales, and it looks dirty. The head and limbs were bare, without any fluff, like a newborn child.

At first glance, the cannibal vulture makes people hairy, and the diaphragm in the heart is incomparable.

Before it got closer, the cannibal vulture exuded that kind of anxiety, and suddenly spread to all directions, Wen Zhiming was no exception, and involuntarily took a few steps back in the air before stabilizing his mind.

Everything seemed to be slow, but in just a few breaths, the cannibal vulture opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit Wen Zhiming's neck. At this critical moment, the small bell in front of Wen Zhiming suddenly made a knocking sound.

The bell is crisp, not as thick as the general bell, but it is very clear, with the small bell as the center, a ** sound wave, like an invisible body, suddenly pushed around.

The huge man-eating vulture had blood in its eyes, and its sharp forelimbs were only a few feet away from Wen Zhiming, and when the fat in its mouth was about to arrive, suddenly, the undulating sound waves, as if with a thousand powers, slammed into the belly of the man-eating vulture.

The man-eating vulture was defenseless, and was pushed back more than three feet by the sound wave that followed the waves, before it regained its stability.

However, the victory or defeat was in a thought, and the cannibal vulture missed the opportunity, and just about to make up for it, Wen Zhiming, who reacted, hated it in his heart.

His hands were like butterflies wearing flowers, turning quickly, pointing to the golden little bell, and the little bell's body trembled, and suddenly rose in the air, swelling to the size of a zhang.

As if it had no weight, the swollen bell suddenly collapsed, and the bell mouth was facing the rushing man-eating vultures.

With disdain in his eyes, the man-eating vulture swung its sharp forelimbs forward, and a black light as thick as a meter was suddenly destroyed towards Xiao Zhong, as if he wanted to avenge the great revenge just now.

But at this moment, the little bell drummed and suddenly a low sound sounded, as if with bursts of sound waves, and rolled away towards the cannibal vulture.

The sound wave was as fast as lightning, rolling the black light that rushed away, and in the blink of an eye, the man-eating vulture was swept into the sound wave. The layers of sound waves are like a power station, with a small bell as the base point, radiating and impacting the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, the cannibal vulture, which was proud of its vision, was hit by the sound wave thousands of kilometers away, and only then did it rush out of the stirring of the sound wave, revealing its body.

However, Gu Zichen looked at it, and his heart trembled, but when he saw that the originally menacing man-eating vulture was extremely decadent at this time, most of the scales that wrapped his body had fallen off, revealing pitted blood pits, oozing blood droplets outward.

And the slippery head and limbs that were originally not protected by fluff couldn't bear to look at them directly, and the blood flowed all over the body, and the entire cannibal vulture rolled open with sharp incisions that were a few feet long.

Seeing that the cannibal vulture was so miserable, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he said something in his mouth, and his fingers were put together to the cannibal vulture, and suddenly, the cannibal vulture suddenly disappeared in Gu Zichen's eyes, turned into a black streamer, and fell into the hands of the Taoist priest.

"Wen Zhiming, you are so ruthless, this seat will never let you feel better. The green-robed Taoist priest put away the black talisman, gritted his teeth, and said ruthlessly.

After speaking, the green-robed Taoist priest waved the dust again, and suddenly, another unfamiliar cyan font came out of thin air, and in an instant, an inscription was formed again.

The inscription trembled, like an invisible thing, penetrating the cyan light curtain, suddenly rising into the air, turning into a small cyan net that was 100 meters square, and headed towards Wen Zhiming.

The giant blue net had not yet fallen, but above the ground, the trees kept shaking, as if a hurricane had blown out of thin air.

Gu Zichen clung to the corner of the wall, his eyes were blown by the strong wind, and his eyes were still focused, staring at the small cyan net.

However, at this moment, the golden giant sword that had been erected in the sky suddenly moved into the sky, like a golden meteor, cutting through the sky and slashing towards the small cyan net.

Suddenly, the strong wind raged even more, and near the entire battle, golden sword qi flowed sideways, and one after another sword lights slashed above the houses on the ground, leaving a deep crack in the road.

The giant sword is powerful, the cyan net is soft, the two overcome the rigid with softness, overwhelm people with power, and fight endlessly, forming a situation of equal strength.

Gu Zichen looked at it for a while, turned his head suddenly, and looked farther away, but when he saw the two people who Gu Zichen knew well in the distance, they were even more out of control, and the sky was falling apart.

One of them, dressed in purple clothes, exuded a sense of control over everything, and at a glance, it was the person who had been in a high position for a long time, and it was Wen Deyong, the head of the Wen family.

At this time, Wen Deyong had long since lost the appearance of an elder, his face was full of anger, and he was wielding a golden long whip in his hand, which was like a golden lightning bolt, entangled in the sky.

Every time Wen Deyong swung it, the golden yellow arc-shaped light blade formed different shapes and cut towards the person opposite.

The face of the person opposite was thin, and a pair of fine eyes flashed from time to time, peeping towards Wen Deyong, and a hundred meters before getting up, a charm kettle that was only a few feet in size was floating in the air, and this person was the patriarch of the Linghu family, Linghu Zebei.

The charm kettle is blue and full of blue, like a gourd, the lower body is swollen, and a square spout is left at the mouth of the pot.

At this time, the charm kettle, lying sideways, the mouth of the pot is aimed at the direction of Wen Deyong, the whole mouth of the pot is like a gate, from the place of its spout, keep spraying a column of blue water, the water column flashed in the air, as if it was programmed, and suddenly turned into a shield.

The shields were large or small, the big ones were three zhang wide, and the small ones were only a few feet long, layered on top of each other, filling the space in front of Ling Hu Zebei.

Wen Deyong wielded the arc-shaped light blade that the long whip turned into, or turned into a trail of streamers, as fast as lightning, interspersed with leads, and directly attacked Ling Hu Zebei's body. Or turn into a sharp light blade the size of ten zhang, and directly slash down, instantly sweeping away the shield barricade.

The two held each other for a while, Wen Deyong's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of anxiety, looking at the situation in the distance, the flames were soaring, his teeth were gritted, and the surging mana suddenly poured into the golden long whip in his hand. Suddenly, on the body of the long whip, barbs suddenly formed, shining with golden sharpness.

Wen Deyong no longer hesitated, his right arm waved suddenly, and the entire whip body was a thousand meters long, turning into a golden lightning, like a golden light, before he could see his body clearly, he had already swept away the layers of blue shields and landed on the top of Ling Hu Zebei's head less than ten zhang.

The golden whip shadow is like a rabbit, with a piercing posture, and there is a great idea of making the fox Zebei swallow it in one fell swoop. (To be continued.) )