Ning Lang next to him also patted Yuanyuan's belly and grinned: "That's right, I'm a foundation-building monk after all. I can't deal with those old Nascent Soul monsters, but I can still deal with the foundation-building monk. If I really can't deal with it, I will run away! I won't stand there stupidly and be killed."

Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled: "Okay! Come with me." She said, and headed to the main hall with them.

The people on the other side were almost unaware of the rescue of the people in this area. When Feng Jiu and the other two came in front, the person who saw them asked in confusion: "Why are you here? What about the two who led you the way?"

"They said there was something wrong, let's take a walk by ourselves." Feng Jiu smiled and moved his hands slightly. The next moment, the Ning Lang and the others who were next to her instantly flew out, and the long swords with cold light attacked the evil cultivators at an unhurried speed.

The sword shadows rise, the sword light appears, and the murderous intent is overflowing.

Everyone around was shocked, followed by angrily shouts: "You are so brave!" When more than a dozen monks siege and attacked the three of them, Duan Ye shouted softly: "Flame Lion!"

With a command, a sacred beast-level flame lion rushed out of his spiritual beast space and rushed towards the evil cultivators with all their feet on the flames.

"Fengjiu, leave these people to us." Duan Ye said, and while striking his sword, he cut off the head of an evil cultivator, blood splattered out, and his ruthlessness was also revealed at this moment.

Feng Jiu glanced at the two of them and nodded: "Most of them, just hold on, wait until the medicine is effective." While walking forward, he also dealt with some monks for them.

The movement here alarmed the people above, especially the three Nascent Soul monks on the main peak. Such a great killing spread with the smell of blood, which made the three of them frightened and angry.

"What the hell is going on! Who dares to cause trouble in our Hehuan School!"

A disciple outside hurried in and reported: "It was Fengjiu and others! They let all the people we caught go, and all our disciples in the area where the furnace and cauldron were detained were killed, and three foundation-building monks were killed.

Hearing this, the three of them were shocked: "How is it possible? How could they kill the foundation-building monk quietly?" They quickly rushed outside and looked out to the bottom of the mountain. When they saw it, they were shocked.

"This... have they all been given medicine? Without the antidote, how did they condense their spiritual power?"

At the foot of the mountain, the most dazzling figure was the red figure. He walked up to it as if no one was around. Every disciple who blocked him was killed instantly by him. Especially when they saw the sharp sword with a green and cold light in her hand, they were even more shocked.

"Qingfeng Sword!"

"It's actually Qingfeng Sword!"

"How come he has the Qingfeng Sword! Who is he?"

Three shocked exclaims came from the mouths of the three of them. The three of them looked at the Qingfeng sword held in the red figure in their hands in shock. It was an ancient divine weapon sword. It has been missing for many years. How could he have it?

Seeing the young man in red walking along the way with the Qingfeng sword in his hand, like a god of killing, without a single living mouth, and the corpse fell to the ground wherever he passed by, the three of them were shocked and suddenly came back to their senses.

If this continues, all their disciples will be killed by him!

Thinking of this, the three of them leaped out and swept towards the red figures that had been walking along the way.
Chapter completed!