He looked around and saw people from the Yi Xian Sect, the Ming Xin Sword Sect and many other sects. It seemed to be a camp, with tens of thousands of people gathered here by visual inspection, and the seriously injured were resting.

Those with minor injuries and those who were not injured were making tea. Everyone was busy and ready to respond to the monks and monsters who were coming one after another. Because in another corner of the camp, densely packed monsters were waiting quietly.

. Flying in the sky, running on the ground, big and small, even the monsters that are usually natural enemies are all peaceful and peaceful at this time. Seeing them, Wu Lingyao suddenly remembered a legend. Legend has it that when a great disaster comes,

At that time, there will be a magical refuge where all creatures can take refuge. However, no matter how much hatred the creatures enter, they will not fight in the refuge. Everyone will wait quietly and peacefully for the disaster to pass. So here

, is it a refuge? And he has carefully observed that the fires here are not ordinary fires! They are actually spiritual fires that are supplied by spiritual stones to provide spiritual energy for burning. There are monks guarding each fire, ready to replace the spiritual energy at any time.

Exhausted spiritual stones. "Senior brother, do you need any help from us?"

Wu Lingyao found the person who seemed to be the leader of the Xuantian Sect and asked. The person left to lead the Xuantian Sect was Li Zijian. He looked at the compass in Wu Lingyao's hand and asked in surprise: "Are you Tianxiang?"

Senior Brother Zongjiu?"

Wu Lingyao nodded in surprise. People from Xuantian Sect actually knew him? "Great, our Junior Sister Murong told you to go into the mountain as soon as possible to join them. They are at the top of the mountain."

Li Zijian hurriedly explained what Lan Yue had told him before leaving. Wu Lingyao even asked in surprise: "Junior sister Murong?"

Who is Junior Sister Murong? How do you know him? "Yes, yes, Junior Sister Murong! Very, very powerful Junior Sister Murong. She, our Senior Brother Bai, and Senior Sister Yi from Yixian Sect are all at the top of the mountain. Hurry up and join them.

, Junior Sister Murong said that the devil must be captured before our crisis can be resolved, otherwise everyone will turn into monsters! This is tea prepared for you, remember to drink it every half an hour."

Li Zijian hurriedly finished his explanation, and then stuffed a bag of tea into Wu Lingyao's hand. At this time, another group of people came outside the camp, and Li Zijian and the others hurriedly greeted them. "Ninth Senior Brother, us?"

Others from the Tianxiang Sect gathered around and looked at the water bag in Brother Ninth's hand. There was only one water bag, indicating that the other party only allowed Brother Ninth to go up alone. "You guys stay here to help, I'll go up and take a look."

Wu Lingyao patted their shoulders and gently threw the compass into the air. The people followed and stood up and flew to the mountain peak. But he stopped at the waterfall halfway up the mountain. He held the compass there.

After wandering around for a while, he continued to fly upward. At this time, he could already see that all the blood absorbed by the formation that trapped them was being sucked to the top of the mountain like a whale sucking water. As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he smelled

There was a strong smell of blood, and a black shadow came towards him. He was about to avoid it, but realized something was wrong, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the coming figure. "Thank you...pff..." The third senior brother of Xingchen Pavilion

Ji Huanyu spit out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, threw a pill into his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth and rushed forward. Wu Lingyao looked around and saw that the other person was a bald man wearing Buddhist clothes. This was not

Is he from the Buddhist sect? And he is also Master Qingji, one of the eighteen Arhats of the Buddhist sect! It is said that more than two hundred years ago, he has reached the level of cultivation of the Ling sect. Is he the demon cultivator they want to deal with? At this time, Qingji

The master's face is no longer as kind as before. There is a bloodthirsty and cruel smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he is looking at him with a sinister smile. "Haha... Here comes another one? The qualifications are not bad, so I can be exempted from this seat.

If I run again, there will be exactly nine!"

Wu Lingyao looked around. A huge magic circle was carved on the top of the mountain. The blood mist gathered from the formation above his head was sucked into the core of the magic circle. All the lines that carved the magic circle were filled with blood! No wonder.

The smell of blood is so strong! The magic circle has nine corners, and seven people have been fixed in one corner of the magic circle. They are the Bai brothers from the Xuantian Sect and Senior Sister Yi from the Yixian Sect. This chubby person looks familiar, but for a moment and a half

I can’t remember where I saw it at the moment. There’s also this appallingly beautiful senior who should be Yan Yueqing, the seventh senior from the Xiaoyao Sect, right? And Ao Fei, the fourteenth ranked member of the Mingxin Sword Sect. There’s also someone I don’t recognize.

A very beautiful female cultivator who is as beautiful as Yan Yueqing. This is probably Junior Sister Murong that Senior Brother Li mentioned. Ji Huanyu, who had just rushed forward, was swept away by Master Qingji's sleeve and stopped in another empty corner.

At present, the only vacant position on the formation seems to be reserved for him. "Ninth Senior Brother, tell him his fortune. Can he gather nine people with this formation?"

Lan Yue suddenly shouted to Senior Brother Ninth, "Oh? You're still a fortune teller?"

Master Qingji looked at Wu Lingyao with great interest. He was about to press Wu Lingyao on the only empty corner, but when he heard Lan Yue's shout, he stopped again. He wanted to see what the devil would do with his mouth.

Wu Lingyao subconsciously made a hexagram, then nodded, "Yes!"

After saying that, he walked to the remaining empty seat. "Hahaha... know the truth!"

This was the first time that Master Qingji saw such a cooperative person, and he immediately laughed wildly. "Hahaha...cough cough...ha...cough cough cough...cough cough..." Qingji had just stopped laughing halfway.
Chapter completed!