Chapter 108: The prosperity will lead to decline, the dragon under the pond

The Xuanyang Sect suddenly placed its target on Wang Fuqiang, which really surprised Wang Fuqiang and the elder of the outer sect. For a moment, they were a little busy.

The ancestor of Xuanyang Sect held a long sword and stabbed Wang Fuqiang directly. The speed was so fast that Wang Fuqiang could not avoid it at all, and the elder had no time to rescue him.

The ancestor of Xuanyang Sect showed a smile on his face. As long as Wang Fuqiang was killed, everything would be considered over. The five sects were integrated and the unified cultivation world was unified. As long as Wang Fuqiang died, everything would be defeated.

As long as you can kill Wang Fuqiang, even if you lose this life, it will be worth it.

Moreover, he killed himself, a banished immortal, a banished immortal who had not even killed the immortals of Changhe. This is a thing that has been famous for all eternity. Even if he dies, the entire sword energy of the mountains and rivers will remember him and will know that he had killed a banished immortal.

But the next moment, his face suddenly frozen. The guy named Wang Fuqiang seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. To be precise, Wang Fuqiang did disappear out of thin air and disappeared in front of him. His long sword had clearly penetrated his body, but there was not even a trace of blood, as if Wang Fuqiang was not standing here at all.

Anyone who encounters such a situation will be shocked, because even Ji Changhe cannot disappear out of thin air.

But the great elder of the outer sect of Yunling Sect was not much surprised because he had seen the same situation a long time ago, because he knew that he had a ruin on his body for hours, and in a critical moment, he could throw himself into the ruins directly. Although he was very embarrassed, he could indeed save his life. Even Ji Changhe had no choice, let alone an ancestor of Xuanyang Sect.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the Great Elder directly drove his natal flying sword to attack the ancestor of the Yunling Sect, and gave his all.

Such opportunities are not always available, so they must not be left out easily.

The sword energy was lush between heaven and earth, and then the body of the Xuanyang Sect ancestor was completely covered with the sword energy, and the sword energy was plundering and shuttled back and forth. In an instant, the Xuanyang Sect ancestor was covered with crisscrossing wounds.

The elder quickly pinched his hands with his hands and kept driving the flying sword to attack and kill, obviously trying to kill the ancestor of Xuanyang Sect directly.

On the other side, there was a fluctuation in the air, and Wang Fuqiang, who had disappeared before, appeared again. However, compared to the previous one, he looked a little embarrassed, with a pale face, messy hair, and even a little difficult to breathe.

With his current strength, it is still difficult to drive the rules in the ruins. After all, it is necessary to re-drive another rule under the original rules of Jianqi Mountain and River, which will greatly suppress Wang Fuqiang, who was originally not bound by the rules of Jianqi Mountain and River.

However, compared to keeping Yiming, this is already very good.

After Wang Fuqiang appeared, he paid attention to the situation around him and saw the great elder suppressing the ancestor of Xuanyang Sect.

Under the attack and killing of the great elder, the ancestor of Xuanyang Sect struggled to support him. Of course, Wang Fuqiang would not miss such an opportunity and mobilize the power that his body could mobilize, and drive the five flying swords to fight out again. Cooperate with the sword energy of the great elder, suppress the elder of Xuanyang Sect tightly, and then directly drive the flying sword to rise to the sky for nine hundred miles, causing heavenly thunder.

The true secret of thunder control.

This is the killer move that Wang Fuqiang has used so far, and he has been very happy.

Seeing Wang Fuqiang take action, the elder exhaled.

Fortunately, this junior uncle is not seriously injured and can take action.

He had personally learned Wang Fuqiang's true thunder skills, and more than once, the current situation of this ancestor of Xuanyang Sect is impossible to survive this sword or survive under this sword.

The sea of ​​clouds tumbling, lightning and thunder roaring, and soon the giant sword triggered the thunder and smashed directly downwards.

"Boom!"

There was a loud roar, the silver snake flew and the dust filled the air.

Five flying swords circled around and then fell down, and the entire ground instantly sunk.

Then five flying swords flew back, and the elder also took the long sword.

On the other hand, countless powerful Xuanyang Sect rush towards this side quickly, shouting something.

Wang Fuqiang said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he ignored the great elder and stood up with his sword and headed east.

The Great Elder also followed with his sword, and then countless disciples of the Yunling Sect followed one after another, all of whom escaped from Xuanyang Sect as fast as possible.

Countless powerful Xuanyang Sect masters were chasing behind, and various magic weapons were constantly throwing out, and gorgeous fireworks exploded above Xuanyang Sect. Some backward disciples of the Yunling Sect were directly killed.

As expected, Wang Fuqiang did not hesitate at all and still drove the flying sword to escape in the direction of Bai Yixue and others ambushing him.

Now that the ancestor of Xuanyang Sect is dead, Xuanyang Sect will definitely chase them with all their might. As long as all the strong men of Xuanyang Sect are led out of Xuanyang Sect, when the strong men from the Xuankong Temple arrive, it will be too late for the strong men of Xuanyang Sect to return, let alone the formation of protecting the sect.

Of course, in this way, many disciples will die in Yunling Sect, and may even be unable to support the arrival of the powerful people in the Hangkong Temple. This depends on how effective the traps and formations set up by Bai Yixue and others can take.

After running east for a while, although it was not far away, Wang Fuqiang felt that it was too far away at this moment, because if one more step, the disciples of the Yunling Sect would probably die one more person.

Finally, several disciples of the Yunling Sect, Baiyixue, appeared in his sight, and Wang Fuqiang fell directly to the ground.

Seeing Wang Fuqiang fall, the Great Elder and other disciples of the Yunling Sect also fall. At almost the same time, the strong men of Xuanyang Sect directly drove the flying sword to kill them down.

Bai Yixue and several disciples of the Yunling Sect stepped forward at the same time, raised his hand, and shouted: "Get up!"

As the words fell, lights rose into the sky, connecting with each other, and soon formed huge runes, just in time to pull the flying swords.

After activating the formation, Bai Yixue said directly: "This formation won't last long."

After the words came, countless Xuanyang Sect disciples had already landed on the ground, but runes suddenly appeared on the ground, directly binding these powerful Xuanyang Sect masters who had landed on the ground, and then countless magic weapons flew out around them. After these magic weapons flew out, they were directly blown up. The entire valley was suddenly filled with thick fog, covering most people's sight.

Wang Fuqiang said directly: "Go!"

Baiyixue said, "You go first, we will break the back."

Wang Fuqiang frowned, and before he could speak, the elder said, "Let them all go, I'll do it."

The Great Elder spoke, and everyone stopped hesitating and all began to retreat, leaving only the Great Elder to drive the formations.

Everyone rushed across the valley and quickly rushed into the dense forest. They did not choose to use the sword, but instead continued to escape east under the cover of the dense forest.

After all the formations were activated, the Great Elder did not continue to stay and soon caught up with other disciples of the Yunling Sect.

On the Xuanyang Sect, some fellow disciples who were trapped by the formation were left to rescue Wang Fuqiang and others. Because they were all in the air and could not see the situation below, they directly drove the flying sword to bomb the dense forest below. The earth was shaken for a moment, and the roar continued.

With such a big noise, so many flying swords and spiritual treasures were constantly smashed, even if Wang Fuqiang and others were covered by the dense forest, casualties would inevitably occur, but this was impossible.

Once you control the sword, the target will be completely exposed, and you will only die more.

Wang Fuqiang rushed forward and said, "Spread away."

After the words came, all the disciples of Yunling Sect understood and quickly dispersed directly, and then the dense forest continued to run forward.

In the previous battle, I have been running around like this again, and my body is more exhausted than in the sword. Soon some disciples are obviously unable to hold on. If it weren't for the sake of survival, I would have fallen to the ground long ago and cannot move.

Not to mention these disciples of the Yunling Sect, even Wang Fuqiang felt his throat smoke, and his brows were frowning deeper and deeper.

Because it was night, you could see the powerful Xuanyang Sect who were constantly swimming in the sky, and you could see spiritual treasures that kept smashing down, but you could not see any powerful people in the Hanging Temple ahead.

Wang Fuqiang didn't know whether they could support the arrival of the powerful people in the Hangkong Temple if this continued, but he could not think of any other way except to escape.

The night is very dark, just like this dense forest, it seems to have no end, and like death, full of nirvana and heaviness.

Finally, I don’t know how long I ran like this, but a light of dawn finally appeared in front of me.

That feeling was like seeing hope in despair.

After running for a while, Wang Fuqiang felt that his feet were almost not his own. Aside from his side, except for a few disciples of the Yunling Sect, everyone else was gone, and they didn't know whether they had escaped or died.

The scorching sun began to rise because it happened to be heading east, so whether it was Wang Fuqiang and others in the dense forest or the Xuanyang Sect strongman in the air who were facing the sun. It was okay for Wang Fuqiang and others in the dense forest to see the situation in the dense forest more clearly with the concealment of the woods. However, because the Xuanyang Sect strongman above faced the sunlight, he could not see the situation in the dense forest below.

So they were originally going to get better after dawn, but they didn't expect it to get worse.

After chasing like this for a while, the scorching sun in front seemed to be suddenly blocked by something. Then countless monks appeared out of thin air, all wearing snow-white robes, embroidered with gold edges on the robes, and dividing the snow-white robes into grids.

Seeing these people, Wang Fuqiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I was alive and waited until these people appeared.

After the monks of the Hanging Temple appeared, they said nothing. They put their hands together and called a Buddha's name. They took action directly. They first intercepted the powerful people of Xuanyang Sect, and then some monks of the Hanging Temple fell directly into the dense forest to rescue the disciples of the Yunling Sect.

As a result, the entire sky suddenly became chaotic.

Wang Fuqiang sat under a big tree, ignoring the battle above, gasping for breath, and at the same time taking out some pills randomly, hoping to recover his energy as soon as possible.

As soon as the elixir was swallowed, a monk from Hanging Temple landed directly in front of Wang Fuqiang. It was the monk who was responsible for receiving Wang Fuqiang when Wang Fuqiang arrived at Hanging Temple last time.

After the monk appeared, he clasped his hands together and bowed, and said, "Is Master Wang okay?"

Wang Fuqiang shook his head and said, "It's not dead yet. If you don't come again, you may not even be able to see the body."

The monk said a little embarrassedly: "The road is a bit far, and there is some preparations to be made at the Hanging Temple, so it's a bit late. Please forgive me for the immortal master Wang."

Wang Fuqiang said, "It's good if you can."

It was probably because his body had recovered. He stood up against the trunk of the tree, looked at Tianji, and said, "I have almost all the strong men of Xuanyang Sect, so whether they can be completely eliminated outside Xuanyang Sect depends on you. I know the rules of your Buddhism, but since I have come, some things should have been thought of. Once these people return to Xuanyang Sect and open the Xuanyang Sect's protection formation, we will die at that time."

The monk nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master Wang, Immortal, I still know this little monk."

Wang Fuqiang nodded: "That's good."

The monk continued, "Since Master Wang is not seriously injured, the little monk will go first."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "Master is free."

The monk bowed again, and then his body rose into the sky and joined the battle situation in the sky.

Although the number of people sent out by Xuankong Temple this time was not large, it was really strong. In addition, Xuanyang Sect was consumed by Wang Fuqiang and others all night, and at this moment, he had almost no power to fight back against the monks of Xuankong Temple. The powerful Xuanyang Sect continued to fall.

Wang Fuqiang glanced at the battle in the sky, and had no intention of joining the battle. He looked around and saw several disciples of the Yunling Sect sitting on the ground and gasping for breath. Wang Fuqiang walked over and asked, "Are they all okay?"

Several disciples of the Yunling Sect nodded in a panting manner.

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "I used to tell you that practicing is not only about cultivating the mind, but also about cultivating strength. Now you know the effect, right?"

Several disciples of the Yunling Sect nodded, but they really didn't have the intention to argue with the young master's uncle.

Wang Fuqiang took a look at the battle above the sky again, and said, "Depending on this situation, Xuanyang Sect should be retreating soon, so there should be no danger here for the time being. You should take a break here first. After resting, you can just join the battle directly, and stay still. I'll go find someone else."

Several disciples of the Yunling Sect also looked at the battle in Tianji and nodded.
To be continued...