Although he didn't know what Yang Ji was up to, Song Li still laughed happily:
"Junior brother, it is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. If this is the case, then we will leave first. - Let's go!"
Song Li took the lead and led the people of the Iron Crown Sect to leave first. Before they could get even five steps away, a sudden change occurred——
"Boom!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, as if being shaken by an invisible giant hand. The entire land beneath everyone's feet shook, and countless rocks shook.
"Xi Yu Yu!"
The war horse neighed, and his two eyes looked around uneasily.
"Look there!"
Amidst the screams, everyone went to the top of the thick fog. A huge shadow, like a pot cover, covered the entire earth from the sky.
"Roar!--"
A rough, ancient, vast roar came, and a red fire appeared faintly from the depths of the thick fog, outlining a huge shadow that was a hundred feet high, dark and evil, echoing the shadows in the sky.
Compared with before, this huge skeleton seems to have become more powerful.
Suddenly, there was a lot of silence between heaven and earth. Eyes looked at the god-like shadow from various places. Even the sounds of fighting and shouting were covered up and became much smaller.
"It's that huge skeleton..."
Yang Ji looked at the sky, a look of panic flashed in his eyes. Although he had already had a premonition, when he actually saw it, he still felt a huge shock.
"Array, array..."
Not far away, Song Li's face showed huge shock. The Tianyin Sect actually used the lost ancient "formation" and turned the entire main altar into the scope of the "formation".
And the range of that formation was clearly that ancient and terrifying "skeleton" that had existed for who knows how many years!
Song Li lowered his head and glanced down. There was a faint blood-red flow on the ground. The corpses of those who died in battle, whether from the Tianyin Sect or the imperial court, were all pale. All the blood in their bodies was sucked into the earth, and then
Flow towards...that huge black skull!
For a moment, Song Li suddenly felt a shuddering feeling in his heart.
"ah!--"
A shrill scream came from a distance, as if someone had touched the formation's restrictions.
At this moment, everyone felt a deep chill in their hearts.
"Song Li, now that you have decided, let's go! - Wang Xian, let's go."
Yang Ji came back to his senses. He suddenly sneered, waved his hand to Wang Xian, and took the lead in rushing towards where Yi Xiantian and the other four generals were.
The situation is now confusing, and the Tianyin Sect's main altar is shrouded in a huge formation. They cannot break out with just their strength, so they can only start from Yi Xiantian and others.
"drive!"
Yang Ji clamped the horse's belly and took out the spear from the horse's belly. He immediately took the lead and rushed out, leaving Song Li and others looking embarrassed behind them.
No one expected that things would develop to this point. Before Song Li could completely divide everyone, his plan to break out completely failed.
"Senior Brother Song, this..."
Several sect masters glanced at Song Li with a sneer, then suddenly turned around and followed Yang Ji. They couldn't help but secretly rejoice, but fortunately they did not express their attitude directly and followed Song Li away.
Otherwise, he would have offended people in the imperial court, and it would be impossible to break out of the encirclement. In a place like this, following Song Li would be a dead end.
As soon as someone started, others immediately followed suit. In the end, only the Iron Sword sect was left standing there with bruises on their faces.
Seeing everyone leaving one after another, the Iron Sword Sect still stayed here, and in the end they could only die. Song Li's face turned pale for a while, and finally he sighed fiercely. He followed the horse's belly and accepted his fate:
Everyone from the Iron Sword Sect caught up with the group again. This time, Song Li was much more honest and followed the group without saying a word.
When Yang Ji saw this scene, he just sneered and didn't say much.
"Boom!"
With smoke and dust billowing, Yang Ji led everyone in the direction of where "Yi Xiantian" and others were.
"I don't know what happened to Yi Xiantian and the others?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Yi Xiantian and others were the strongest, but they were also the first targets to be attacked. The surrounding area was covered in mist, and it became thicker toward the center.
It's easy to get lost in a place like this, and "Xiaoji's" perception is not blocked at all.
"This way!"
Yang Ji pointed to the left and quickly changed direction.
"kill!--"
In the fog, a thick cry of killing came from the front. The sound was deafening.
"found it!"
Yang Ji was in high spirits, his ears trembled, and he listened carefully. The cry to kill was not far away, and the voice was upright and resolute, with the smell of a battlefield expedition.
Judging from the sounds, there are at least seven hundred.
"Great! It's the general and the others!"
Everyone behind them was also in high spirits. The battle has been going on so far, and the team has been basically dispersed. It is already quite good that there are still 700 to 800 people left.
"Walk!"
Yang Ji did not hesitate and led everyone to charge. As long as they could rush through this area and join the large army, everyone would be safe, take care of each other, and have a team strategy.
"Stop them!"
"Stop them!"
…
Waves of loud shouts came from the front. There were dense crowds of people in the area hundreds of meters ahead. The masters of Tianyin Sect quickly noticed the team of Yang Ji and others, and quickly gathered towards the front of the group.
Yang Ji looked around and saw in the crowd, many second, third, and even fourth level Tianyin sect masters jumping over and blocking the front, trying to stop everyone.
"There are too many people, we can't rush through!"
The voice of a sect disciple came from my ears. In this area, because of Yi Xiantian and others, the number of Tianyin Sect masters attracted was much higher than in other places.
Yang Ji didn't speak, and slowly scanned the area in front of him with squinted eyes.
Whoosh!
While the experts from various factions around him were still waiting and wondering, Yang Ji suddenly turned into a black shadow and galloped out from the horseback.
The charge of the war horse and his own flying speed allowed Yang Ji to instantly surpass the team and appear among the crowd in front.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yang Ji's figure was like a zigzag lightning in the crowd, changing like an "immortal guiding the way", then another "immortal fishing for sharks", and then two "immortals carrying swords"... Before the group of people could react, Yang
Ji's figure twisted and fell back on the horse.
Bang bang bang!
It was only then that blood splattered, and only then did a third-level martial artist and three fourth-level martial arts disciples of the Tianyin Sect in the crowd fall down like wooden stakes.
"His!"
Seeing this scene, the masters from various factions behind him took a breath and looked at Yang Ji with shock in their eyes.
"Wang Xian, I leave it to you."
Yang Ji said calmly, as if he had done something insignificant. Even Song Li behind him had a look of shock and surprise.
With Yang Ji's action, Wang Xian's pressure was greatly reduced. More than a hundred elites from the imperial court joined forces to attack, using battle formations to overwhelm the dense crowd of Tianyin Sect.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the mist started to boil, and there was a sudden commotion among the Tianyin Sect believers in front, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The commotion surrounding the crowd dispersed, and a man with high-spirited eyes and a breath as powerful as a storm came out and blocked the front of the army.
His eyes were as cold as a glacier that had never melted for thousands of years. Just one glance made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"boom!"
With a heavy step under his feet, the earth shook, and this man stood in front of everyone like an unattainable and heavy mountain.
The momentum exuded by one person is equivalent to that of thousands of troops - this is a "little Zhoutian" strong man!
"Little Zhoutian!"
Wang Xian's expression darkened and his expression immediately changed.
Xiao Zhoutian's strong man has the power to collapse mountains and crack mountains. Just one person can easily defeat a small group of imperial cavalry.
In a place like this where there are so many experts from the Tianyin Sect, once everyone is stopped and their speed slows down, and then they swarm forward, it is basically a dead end.
"Quickly retreat! Change direction!"
A master of the Blood Furnace Realm turned pale and shouted loudly.
"No need. Let me do it!"
A calm voice came. Surrounded by several Black Sword Sect disciples, Chen Zhu, who had been sitting on the horse, suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light burst out from his eyes.
