Immediately, a huge white light curtain enveloped the hundreds of zhang area centered on that magnificent pavilion, and a thick black-red fog suddenly erupted in the light curtain, making people unable to see the situation inside, and from time to time there was a roar that was not like a human voice, which made people's teeth chatter.

And around the light curtain, I don't know when more than a dozen purple-clothed people appeared in the road, they were holding a black bowl in one hand at the same time, with black gas on it, and there was a ghost cry from time to time in the bowl. One hand pressed tightly on the light curtain, constantly injecting spiritual power into the light curtain.

......

Underground, Chen Zhi frowned, and finally identified a hole with air convection, stretched out his hand and patted it, and the two centipedes flew out one after the other, and he followed the centipede out of the centipede.

After passing through several caves in a row, the space of the entire cave became larger and larger, and the largest place could almost accommodate seven or eight carriages passing side by side, so that the air in the cave was also becoming more and more abundant, which also made Chen Zhi's heart feel a little relieved, after all, aura is also some components in the air, and there is air, at least it can ensure the supply of aura.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is air flow, which means that this is not a confined space, and it is likely that there is a passage to the surface.

In this way, in this cave, he recognized the direction of the air flow and walked slowly.

Suddenly, a low voice suddenly came from his ear: "Purple Han Sword Qi!", this voice was a little old, as if it came from outside the sky, with incredible magic, so that Chen Zhi couldn't help but be stunned, the light in his eyes flashed, his body shook, he was already hiding behind a rock, and he slightly exposed one eye to look around.

As soon as the words fell, I don't know where the road suddenly erupted into a surging aura, this momentum was like a violent storm, blowing bigger and bigger, and spreading to all sides, almost filling the entire cave.

Under the pressure of this violent momentum, Chen Zhi only felt that his chest was extremely uncomfortable, and he almost couldn't breathe, and under the anger, he gritted his teeth fiercely, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, and a breath in his chest moved slightly, "Bah!", which expelled this momentum from his body, and he felt much better.

"Hehe, boys, if you can die under the old man's famous stunt 'Purple Han Sword Qi', it can be regarded as the convincing that you have cultivated in your previous life!"

There was a deafening sound, and the air in the entire cavern was buzzing, and the arrogance was exposed.

But when Chen Zhi heard this voice, he was stunned in his heart!

This seemingly small voice contains such an momentum, and it obviously contains something inexplicable, what is it? And judging from the momentum that this person is now bursting out, it is obvious who he wants to target, who will it be?

That's right, internal force!

The person who was going to make a move turned out to be a master of internal strength! Moreover, he seems to be a cultivator!

Thinking of this, Chen Zhi's heart sank, and he couldn't help but have a lot of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Chen Zhi's heart was terrified! Why did you meet all the monks of the Yudan stage this time? Could it be that you were really too lucky?

"It's you...... The third of the three leopards in Qingcheng!Iron Leopard Dongfang Sen! You don't enjoy the blessings in the black wood cliff of your Qingcheng Mountain?How can you be here!" A panicked voice suddenly raised an octave, Chen Zhi's heart moved when he heard it, and when he heard this voice, it was obviously the Qiu Dao Master.

"Hehe, boy, it's rare for you to recognize the old man, the old man hasn't walked around the rivers and lakes for so many years, and most of the people who know the old man are some people in the rivers and lakes back then. I didn't expect to meet acquaintances in this monastic realm, and if you were outside, the old man might let you go, but unfortunately there is no way to leave in heaven, and there is no way to cast in hell! Who let you come here? In that case! Don't blame the old man for being ruthless! You and these companions of yours should go to hell together!"

After the somewhat old voice smiled, his voice slowed down, and it seemed to stop the offensive, but the more he spoke, the colder it became, and finally the words suddenly turned around, and he shouted!

"Hah!"

A thunderous shout and several angry cries sounded almost at the same time, and then, the crackling sound was loud, and in a passage in front of Chen Zhi, thick blood qi emerged, and among them, there was a smug laugh of the old voice.

"Wind Fellow!"

"Brother Feng!"

Two angry voices rang out at the same time, one of which was the voice of a young girl.

Chen Zhi's heart moved, but without thinking, his figure flickered, and he had already arrived outside a cave next to the passage, squinting and looking in.

As a result, the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping!

I saw that above the cave in this place, hundreds of stalactites were upside down and hung upside down on the top of the cave, but it was a rare stalactite cave, and judging from the size of these stalactites, it seemed that it took tens of thousands of years to form such a scale.

But although the price of these stalactites is amazing, but at this moment, Chen Zhi's eyes did not fall on it at all, but his eyes moved, sweeping towards the sea of blood that is several acres of size below the stalactites, the boundless blood mist is thick like liquid, the bloody qi is tumbling and surging, in the sea of blood, there seems to be a purple sword qi that flashes away, and in the sea of blood, there is something gently suspended in it, and it does not fall into the blood, but it is a tall old man.

The old man put his hands behind his back, a purple long sword on his chest, and above the long sword, there were countless electric snakes swirling, full of aura, almost impossible to look at.

At this moment, the old man was manipulating the purple long sword, his hands were uncertain, the purple long sword was spinning rapidly in front of his chest like a windmill, and the sword qi as thin as silk shot out from the long sword, slashing downward.

The several figures below were crushed in their blood by these seemingly slender sword qi, and they couldn't get out at all.

At this moment, among these people, a figure appeared, the left half of this person's body was surrounded by a thin purple power grid, and the right half of the body was a thick white mist, and the white mist continued to conjure up small snakes, biting towards the power grid, but the purple power grid also did not back down and continued to make bursts of "snort" sounds, blocking those white snakes to the right, and at the same time constantly invading the right half of the body.

Chen Zhi noticed that the figure was a middle-aged man surnamed Feng, the half of his body wrapped in the purple power grid, as if it did not belong to him, except for trembling slightly, he did not make any other movements at all, and even the movements of his face became extremely hard, and there was a faint trace of purple luster under his skin, while his left hand was quickly pinching the hand, urging the white qi on his body to desperately fight against those purple electricity.

The left half of his face is expressionless, while the right half of his face is sometimes painful, sometimes annoying, and unpredictable, which makes people feel very strange at first glance.

And the people around him were desperately urging all kinds of magic weapons to resist the invasion of this blood light and the surrounding blood qi, and their faces were full of grief and anger.

Maybe it was because of the injury of the middle-aged man surnamed Feng that they vaguely felt what they might suffer next, and under empathy, they burst out with a lot of energy.

I saw Yue Linghao's wrist flip, and then a black stone slab with an irregular shape appeared in his hand, and after a burst of muttering in his mouth, he threw it into the air.

As soon as the slate fell into the air, it suddenly turned into a black slate the size of an acre, and fell on the head of the purple-clothed old man Dongfang Sen without hesitation.

"Hmph, the pearl of rice grains also shines!"

Seeing this, a sinister smile flashed on Dongfang Sen's face, and the hand of his hands suddenly accelerated, and the purple long sword in front of him burst into purple light, and a "bang!" burst open, turning into countless silver-white sword qi and shooting upward.

"Puff puff ......" The continuous impact sounds sounded one after another, and the boulder could still release a black light curtain at the beginning to resist slightly, but only after a while, it was broken through the defense by the silver-white sword qi and shot directly on its body, and suddenly there was a weak wail, and the sound of "click, click......" made a loud sound, and it shattered inch by inch.

When Yue Linghao saw the scene of the destruction of the stone slab, his face flushed abnormally, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "poof", Dongfang Sen saw this, hehe smiled, and was about to command the purple long sword to do something more.

But at this moment, above Dongfang Sen's head, there were fluctuations, and a three-colored pillar of light suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the purple-clothed old man who was not on guard. Dongfang Sen originally looked like he didn't care, but as soon as Xia Guangfang touched his body, he suddenly felt that his body sank, and it seemed that even the spiritual power mobilization on his body had become stagnant.

"Huh!", Dongfang Sen was a little surprised, and then glanced obliquely in a certain direction in the glow.

I saw a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a long jade carving, extremely pretty, it was Qin Yuhe. She stood in the blood mist, gritted her teeth, and urged a simple copper mirror, a gossip pattern appeared more than half a foot above the copper mirror, which was slowly rotating, and a three-color pillar of light was spraying out from the gossip pattern.

With Qin Yuhe's help, the middle-aged man surnamed Feng also suddenly pressed towards the purple power grid on the other side with half of his body, and the Qiu Dao Chief took out a handful of dust from the treasure bag, and under the dust, a cloud of yellow mist suddenly emerged, although it was not big, but it finally squeezed out the surrounding blood light and occupied a place in the space.

In this way, Yue Linghao suddenly felt the pressure on his body relaxed, and immediately took out a jade bottle from his arms with great joy, poured out a green pill, raised his head and swallowed it, and after a while, his face returned to normal.

Then, he didn't care about saying any words of thanks, first rubbed his hands, and then raised his hands together, and more than a dozen runes with red light flew out of his hands, heading straight for Dongfang Sen, who was trapped in the three-color pillar of light.