Yang Qing raised his head slightly and lay on the clearing, unable to hear the conversation between these people, but he recognized at a glance that the black-robed young man who was talking was the disciple of Danfeng who was sneaking up behind that day and wanted to kill him.

These dozen or so people walked leisurely in the open space, as relaxed as visiting their own back garden.

There were thirteen people in the group, of similar age, twelve men and one woman. An inner disciple of Fire Spirit Peak, three disciples of the outer sect of alchemy, four disciples of refining weapons, including four disciples of the inner spirit beast garden, and one disciple of the medicine garden.

Yang Qing cautiously crawled towards the wooden shed, during this time, he put all those belongings in the wooden shed in order to save trouble.

"Senior Brother Zhan, look, there is a wooden shed, do you think there will be disciples here for a tryst" The woman in the Spirit Animal Garden let out a silver bell-like smile and said, and the flowers and branches trembled.

"Don't move, there's someone hiding there to ambush us" The white-clothed disciple frowned, pointing to the location where Yang Qing was hiding, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Huh"

Yang Qing's heart tightened, and he rushed out of the withered grass with the stainless steel, and when the inner disciple's divine sense swept him, he knew that he had been discovered.

Straight to the wooden shed, the speed is extremely fast, the dead grass is driven by the air current, and falls to the sides.

"Kill, help me kill this kid" The black-robed young man with a gloomy face said through gritted teeth when he saw Yang Qing running.

"Why kill him, he still dares to ambush us alone," the disciple of the medicine garden said indifferently, feeling that it was a bit of a fuss.

"I have a mortal enmity with him! I'll explain to you when I get back, kill" The young man took out the long sword attached to his back and rushed out first.

"It's really a narrow road, and I'm worried that I can't find you, but you send it to the door by yourself" The young man's face was even more gloomy, and he said secretly in his heart. "I can't do it alone, thirteen people, haha"

"Imperial Weapon!"

The twelve people in the group are all fire attribute spirit roots, and the inner disciples are the inner disciples of the fire spirit peak, and the thirteen people often get together, and when they see one of them meet the enemy, they kill them directly without asking the reason.

The eight people rose up with their swords, and rushed towards Yang Qing in parallel with the yin young man, the inner disciple, stretched out his hand, and a light red Wu hook appeared beside him. With a finger, Wu Hook's fiery red light was sheng, attacking Yang Qing who was running.

The other three obviously didn't have magic weapons, and they couldn't control them, so they carried their weapons and ran away from the place, and they also rushed towards Yang Qing.

These thirteen people are all fire attribute spirit roots, and this movement is all filled with this pale red light, which is menacing.

In the wooden shed, Yang Qing picked up the package, carried it on his back, and the demon beast materials piled on the side were too late to put away, so he jumped out of the wooden shed, reached out and scooped it up a few times, and started with three pieces of rune paper.

'Huh'

A sharp sound of breaking the air came, and Yang Qing didn't have time to pick up the three spirit stones on the ground, his body fell forward, and then he rolled a few times.

"Click, poof, boom"

Three voices came, Wu Hook came first, cut off the wooden shed, the momentum was not stopped, Wu Hook was sharp, only a short handle was left on the surface, no trembling or shaking, the wooden shed 'boom', burst into flames.

The Purple Mansion Realm monk struck a blow, and the destructive power was amazing.

The wooden shed burned with a 'crackling' sound, black smoke billowed out, and at this time, the nine monks of the Sea Realm who came from the imperial weapon had already entered the range of Yang Qing's thirty zhang, turned over and landed, and pinched their handprints. The speed of all kinds of magic weapons did not decrease, and they hit Yang Qing, who was rolling in embarrassment.

Yang Qing also released his divine sense, and he had a full view of everything within fifty zhang, and his right arm exerted force, and the steel rod struck the ground, and his body rolled up.

"Ding, ding, bang..."

The two weapons were knocked away by the steel rods that danced with their bodies, and the rest collided with each other and attacked the ground.

The turf was torn, the dirt was tumbling, and it was a mess.

A clear sound sounded coldly, and a long red whip, like a python danced, straight in.

"Smack, boom"

The fiery red whip was like a five-zhang long stick, whipping Yang Qing's body like a fly.

"Pong"

Yang Qing took off into the air, his body had nowhere to focus, and he only had time to block it with a steel rod, and the pale red long whip whipped Yang Qing to the ground.

Although the movement was large, there was a steel rod, and the injury on Yang Qing's body was not serious, the steel rod supported the ground, and his legs kicked the ground to exert force, like an arrow off the string.

"Boom, boom..."

As soon as Yang Qing left, several weapons slashed towards the place where he had just stayed.

The consciousness was released, and he ran out to the periphery without looking back to the ground.

These ten people, with tacit understanding, did not speak to each other, and stood up with their weapons, intercepting Yang Qing, except for the three disciples who ran on the ground, echoing with the monks in the air.

Once Yang Qing fled to the periphery, he attacked in unison.

"Bang, jump, bang..."

The soil was rolling, the grass and trees were flying, Yang Qing could only defend, and had no strength to fight back.

These thirteen people formed a semicircle, enveloping Yang Qing, forcing him to flee to the depths of the mountains.

Like a group of hunters chasing their prey, they have to drive their prey into a corner, and there is no way to escape, so the prey can only be slaughtered.

The monks flying in the air did not stop, the two of them matched and attacked in turn, especially the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm, the attack speed was extremely fast, and Yang Qing was very difficult to dodge.

Yang Qing had no choice but to continue to go deeper into the mountains, and as he went deeper, the trees became taller and the strange rocks were craggy.

The huge canopy of trees blocked the view of the monks in the air, and Yang Qing had a few breaths of time, but he didn't have time to watch, sometimes using his hands and feet, and sometimes using a steel rod to whip the trees and rocks beside him.

The body is as agile as a cheetah, and when the steel rod is whipped, it sprang out a foot away, and the trees flew back, running in a panic.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Three arrows shot down from the sky, and the arrows shimmered with fiery red light, piercing the air, and the piercing sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The arrow was too fast, and the divine sense could only vaguely catch it, and the direction of the arrow was exactly where Yang Qing would land next.

"Poof, poof, poof"

Yang Qing ran extremely fast, it was too late to stop, and there were no rocks and trees beside him, so he could only roll sideways.

The three arrows were shot into the ground less than a foot deep, and the power was so great that if they hit Yang Qing, they would only leave six black holes, and the wounds would be instantly scorched.

This monk of the Purple Mansion Realm actually took out a longbow magic weapon again to shoot Yang Qing.

With one hand, three arrows are in hand, and the head is not turned back to continue to flee, and the time you stay in the same place will be killed.

There were monks who attacked in turn, and then there were monks who pursued, and they couldn't even choose the route to escape, Yang Qing fell into an unprecedented desperate situation, with no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground.

can only run for his life in a hurry, the other party is in the air, he can't hit, he can't beat it, he can't wait for himself to have more wings.

"I won't just die" Yang Qing shouted loudly in his heart, with the fear of death in his heart, the anger and killing intent of the thirteen monks.

The rocks were flying, the branches were shattered, and the nearby demon beasts were alarmed, and let out bursts of beast roars.

"Whew..."

"Howling..."

"Squeak..."

The roars of all kinds, some high-pitched, some low, some sharp, were full of anger and violence.

A moon-white roc, with its wings open, soaring in the air, with a bunch of golden crown feathers on its head, shaking with the wind, and its sharp eyes scanned the ten monks in the air.

"Huh..."

The sharp cry stabbed the ears painfully, and the ten monks, avoiding the white Dapeng, lowered their height and continued to pursue Yang Qing.

Dapeng showed a satisfied look in his cold eyes, in its world, no other creature was allowed to fly higher than it.

As soon as the wings of the Dapeng flapped, he was ten zhang away, looking at the small monk, soaring in the air.

"That kid running underground, you stop obediently, I will reward you with a decent way to die" It wasn't a monk who used the true yuan to shout, and his voice was unusually loud.

"If you escape like this, there are only two results, the first is to be divided by our chaotic sword, and the second is to become the mouth of the demon beast, surrender and beg for mercy" Another voice sounded, and it was determined that Yang Qing was dead.

Yang Qing didn't answer, his heart was not affected by words, his divine sense was vigilant around, he used his hands and feet at the same time, and his speed was very fast.

"Don't think you can escape the formation of this heaven and earth net, what a fucking joke" The monk in the air said angrily, angry that Yang Qing didn't know each other, and didn't wash his neck obediently and stretched out to wait for the knife.

"Senior Brother Ding, what do you have to say to him, don't be soft on the enemy, just kill it directly, isn't it just a little reptile who doesn't even have a true yuan" The crisp girl came, and the viciousness in her tone made the originally beautiful voice seem gloomy.

"Huh"

An arrow pierced the sky, and the canopy of the tree could not stop it, and the green branches and leaves turned yellow and withered, and finally burned.

"Poof"

Yang Qing dodged extremely quickly, and the monks in the air had a geographical advantage, no matter where he ran, he would be discovered.

Yang Qing's speed was extremely fast, even the monks of the Purple Mansion Realm could not surpass it, so they could only pursue and release cold arrows behind him.

This arrow is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it is ruthless.

Barely dodged the arrows, but the clothes were still cut and ignited by the arrows, and I didn't know which time, I couldn't dodge it, and I was pierced by the arrows. Yang Qing didn't know which direction he was running, and he had already run seven or eight miles at this time.

Yang Qing fled towards the terrain and the towering trees, running so far at full speed, his chest panting slightly, and he hurriedly adjusted his breathing.

The ten monks in the air, the extremely fast imperial weapon, the consumption of the true yuan is huge, and seeing Yang Qing, who is not slowing down, they all become anxious, and they all seem to be able to kill easily, but now they have become tricky.

Ten red rays of light in the air suddenly swooped down, passed through the dense branches, and began to attack, intending to fight quickly.

The monk who knows the sea realm can only overtake one magic weapon, step on the magic weapon with both feet, and play a fire-attribute spell.

"True Flame Burning Rain Technique"

The nine monks in the air who knew the sea realm played the same spell and hit the same person.

Nine pale red heat waves converged in one place, forming a row of fiery red, close to the actual flames.

The waves of fire at a height are like a flood bursting the embankment, surging and surging. Everywhere they passed, the grass and trees burned.

Immediately after that, there was a cloud of flames, the size of a millstone, and below the cloud of fire, flames were dripping like raindrops.

The rain of fire fell to the ground, and white smoke rose from the dirt on the ground, and the power of this fire cloud was no less than the fire wave used by the combined efforts of the nine Senses of the Sea Realm.

When this wave was still a zhang away from Yang Qing, his hair began to curl, burnt, and the smell of burning feathers spread.

"What should I do" Yang Qing felt the heat wave behind him, his heart couldn't wait, and his mind turned sharply in a panic, but there was no way, even if his two feet were rounded, he couldn't run away from the attack speed of the spell.

Before Yang Qing could have any other thoughts, Huolang and Huoyun had already taken pictures blatantly.

Yang Qing's steel rod danced into a black curtain, but under the attack of this fire wave and fire cloud, it was like a flat boat floating in the raging sea.

The palm of the dancing steel rod cracked, and before the blood could seep out, it had already evaporated and dried up.

"Boom, boom..."

Sparks flew, black smoke rose and plants crackled.