Strange phenomena descended from the sky, and ghost fires grew on the earth. In the huge pit, the green flames burned vigorously, the color was beguiling and strange.

Ye Wuzong didn't need to go and check it himself to know that more than fifty astonishing auras had appeared inexplicably in the deep pit.

Apparently, the disciples of the Ghost Sect were well prepared and had ambushed some of their troops on the starry night plain.

"Master Ye, there is someone in that big pit of ghost fire!"

At this time, Ye Yurou's voice suddenly came to Ye Wuzong's ears.

The eldest lady's voice was calmer.

But Ye Wuji still heard a faint tremor.

Ye Yurou possesses an earth-level blood soul - Purple Moon Soul Eyes, and has a keen perception that ordinary people cannot match, so it is not surprising that she can find clues in it.

Bai Zhiyao was beside the two of them, holding the hilt of her white jade sword with her jade hand. A look of solemnity appeared on her rather heroic face, and she said: "I didn't expect the crisis to come so soon..."

She is a disciple of the Southern Wilderness Shengwu Sword Sect, so she naturally has a deep understanding of the infamous Ghost Sect. In the entire Cangyu area, if anyone is talking about treacherous behavior and evil temperament, it is natural that they are the Black Wushan followers.

However, if you are talking about people who are perverse and violent, kill people like hemp, and drink blood ruthlessly, then it is natural that the ghost sect will cultivate such disciples.

However, Bai Zhiyao was naturally not afraid of this, but still glanced at Ye Wujing beside him and asked: "Master Ye, what should we do now?"

Ye Wujie looked calm and calm, saying: "Just wait and see what happens..."

At this time, commotion broke out.

The disciples of the Yantian Sect, the moment the will-o'-the-wisp pit appeared, they became extremely excited.

"Finally here!" Su Tianlie stood up directly and looked in the direction of the 'Ghost Fire Pit' with burning eyes.

He determined that the green, faintly burning, ghostly flame must be what the headmaster called the 'superior meteorite flame'!

"The disciples of the Yantian Sect listened to the order and immediately started to snatch the meteorite from me. I left some disciples of the fortified clan to take action. When they couldn't do it, they started killing people." Yan Hongluan also gave up his feelings for Ye Qingyun at this time for the sake of the mission.

It's like he's become a different person.

"Hmph." Su Tianlie smiled disdainfully when he heard this and said, "Just those weaklings? Even if they had ten guts, they wouldn't dare to stop our actions..."

At this time, the disciples of the Zongshi Mansion stayed where they were, staring blankly at the large pit of will-o'-the-wisps in the distance, as if they had no idea what was going on.

"Without further delay, take action now!" Yan Hongluan suddenly gave an order, and her delicate body wrapped in a fiery red leather skirt suddenly swept forward, bringing with it a blazing wave of air!

Other Yantian Sect disciples followed suit.

In an instant, the flames soared into the sky, forming a hurricane of fire waves that gathered towards the will-o'-the-wisp pit.

"What a bunch of idiots..." Ye Wuxing didn't expect that Yan Hongluan and the others were so smart that they didn't even notice the auras of the ghost disciples hidden under the pit.

At this time, someone among the disciples of the Zongshi Mansion was asking Ye Qingyun.

"Brother Qing Wang, what is that? Why do those Yantian Sect disciples look like they have been injected with chicken blood?"

Ye Qingyun's expression was quite solemn, he shook his head and said: "No matter what it is, we'd better not point fingers at it and watch the fire from the other side for now."

Most of the remaining two hundred Ye family disciples agreed with Ye Qingyun's words and chose to stay put.

But there were also some people who raised objections in a contemptuous tone.

"Brother Qing Wang, those Yantian Sect disciples are so enthusiastic, there must be high-level treasures hidden in the light beams that hit them. If we don't fight now, we won't have a chance later!"

"That's right. Besides, we have the advantage in numbers, so why should we be afraid?"

"Brother Qing Wang, you don't like that woman named Yan Hongluan who takes the lead, do you? If you engage in favoritism and cheat like this, how can we follow you with peace of mind?"

Faced with these demagogic remarks, King Qing's response was simple: "If anyone is not afraid of death and wants to come forward and have a look, I, Ye Qingyun, will never stop him."

There are many disciples in the clan who like to make noises, but this is the only limit. If they are allowed to risk their lives, no one will commit such stupidity.

Just like that, they waited quietly.

However, everyone soon discovered that something was wrong...

After the Yantian Sect disciples approached the large pit of ghost fire, the originally bright and eerie green flames were all extinguished in an instant, causing the Starry Night Plain to fall into deathly silence again.

With the help of the weak starlight and the dim moonlight, they vaguely discovered that all the Yantian Sect disciples had disappeared...

Ye Qingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold light suddenly appeared on his hand, condensing into a cold knife, which was his Blood Soul Lengyue Knife!

He stood up, waved his hand, and shouted sharply: "Everyone, get up and get ready for war!!"

The disciples of the Ye family also realized the seriousness of the situation and felt a strong sense of urgency rushing into their hearts. They all stood up and nervously looked at the location of the will-o'-the-wisp pit.

There was total silence, with only the occasional ghosts and ghosts flying around.

On the starry night plain, a biting and cold wind suddenly blew.

It made everyone tremble and feel uneasy...

"What's going on? Why is there no sound?"

Some disciples of the Ye family suddenly felt their scalps numb and spoke timidly.

In this extremely tense environment, cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, and they no longer felt as comfortable as before.

"Brother Qingwang, should we go over and take a look?"

Someone suddenly asked.

Ye Qingyun stared in that direction.

So weird.

Yan Hongluan, Su Tianlie, and the nearly one hundred Yantian Sect disciples seemed to have disappeared without a sound.

After a while again.

Ye Wujie, whose eyes were calm, suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It's really cruel..."

Ye Yurou and Bai Zhiyao looked at each other, somewhat unable to understand Ye Wujing's words.

But next, they understood.

call out--!

Bang--!

A dark thing, emitting waves of stench, drew an arc from a distance and landed!

Everyone took a closer look.

All the souls of the dead are gone!!

It was a bloody severed arm. The wound didn't look like it had been cut open with a sharp weapon, and it wasn't smooth. Instead, it looked like it had been torn apart alive.

"Ah this!!!"

When everyone saw it, they held their breath, and some even screamed.

Next.

Blah blah blah!

A large black mass of broken limbs, bodies and heads with splashes of scarlet liquid descended towards the disciples of the clan!

Like a cruel and bloody heavy rain!

"ah!"

At this time, several figures appeared from the will-o'-the-wisp pit, and then, screaming like crazy, extremely shrill, they ran back.

"Get ready!" Ye Qingyun held the Lengyue Knife and circulated all the Qi in his body to pour it into the blade.

"Don't do it, Ye Qingyun, it's me!"

Yan Hongluan, who looked crazy, had disheveled hair, and had no trace of her previous delicate and willful appearance, stumbled over and ran over. Behind her was Su Tianlie, who had both broken arms...

"how so!"
Chapter completed!