When Nan Li heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that these three people were looking for trouble with the Ming Ling Sect? Why did the Ming Ling Sect offend the Nascent Soul cultivator? There might be trouble this time. Thinking like this, Nan Liang revealed a hint of trouble.
Happy.
He originally had a disciple, but when he was ordered to go out, he was killed by a disciple of the Underworld Sect. He was even pursued by the Underworld Sect, who robbed him of half of his life savings, severely injured himself, and made him unable to cultivate.
It fell from the middle stage of pill formation to the early stage of pill formation, and it has not recovered until now.
Therefore, Nan Li has always had a grudge against the Underworld Sect, but due to the power of the Underworld Sect, he could only endure it. At this time, when he heard that several people seemed to want to cause trouble for the Underworld Sect, he was immediately overjoyed, with resentment in his eyes, and said
:
"Reporting back to my seniors, the surrounding area is thousands of miles away and is the sphere of influence of the Underworld Sect. The Underworld Sect has nearly a thousand disciples, but the sect leader is not very strong and is only a monk in the late stage of pill formation.
However, the Ming Ling Sect is good at the art of combined attacks. It can temporarily integrate the cultivation levels of its disciples and use them for its own use, improving their cultivation levels, so that it is possible to keep this family fortune on the outskirts of this wildfire wasteland."
Tianlang nodded slightly when he heard the words, his eyes flickered, and Xue Qian said excitedly: "Master, are we going to rob the Underworld Sect?"
Tianlang nodded: "Well, the Underworld Sect is just right." After saying that, he turned to Nan Li and asked: "After the Underworld Sect, do you have any backers?"
Nan Li was overjoyed when he saw that several people really wanted to cause trouble for the Underworld Sect, and he hurriedly said respectfully:
"Reporting back to my predecessors, the Underworld Sect is just a small sect on the outskirts of the Wildfire Wasteland. Such a sect can be established as long as a master gathers a group of casual cultivators. They annex and fight with each other, and they can be replaced in a few decades.
, I don’t have the slightest foundation, senior, just don’t worry!”
Tianlang groaned slightly when he heard the words, and looked at Xudong. When Xudong nodded slightly, his eyes flashed and he said coldly: "Lead the way to the Underworld Sect!"
"Yes!" Nan Liang did not dare to disobey at all. After hearing the order, he immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the cave entrance, and the three Sirius men stepped to follow.
There is a Nascent Soul cultivator among the three people in Tianlang. From Nan Li's point of view, as long as the three of them take action against the Underworld Sect, the Underworld Sect will have absolutely no resistance. In this way, not only will he be able to avenge his great revenge, but he will also be able to lead the way.
, maybe you can get some benefits from it, this may not be an opportunity for yourself.
Thinking of this, Nan Li's eyes showed excitement, and he led the three Sirius men through the billowing smoke and headed straight towards the direction of the Underworld Sect.
Along the way, Tianlang spread out his consciousness and swept through the mist, gradually understanding everything in the smoke. Xudong even spread out his consciousness and swept through the smoke forcefully.
On the outskirts of this wasteland, Yuan Yingqi's strength is enough to run rampant, and there is no need for him to keep a low profile and restrain himself.
Moreover, Tianlang and Xudong dispersed their spiritual consciousness, which has a deeper meaning. Now they want to conquer the Underworld Sect. This is their first appearance in the Wildfire Wasteland, which means to establish their power. If they want to establish their power, they must
Be strong!
Come with strength! Sweep with strength! Establish your authority with strength! Only in this way can you open the door to the Wildfire Wasteland!
Amid the billowing smoke that obscured the entire wasteland, a middle-aged man in his forties broke through the smoke and was chasing a strange spiritual beast that looked like a mantis.
But at this moment, a powerful spiritual consciousness roared over him and swept across his body. The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stopped, letting the spiritual beast escape, and turned his eyes to the mist.
in one direction, with a surprised look on his face:
"This is...the spiritual consciousness of the Yuanying monk. How come the Yuanying monk appears here?"
From another direction, a young man with an evil look on his face snorted coldly and put away his flying sword. He reached out and took a picture of the storage bag on a monk who fell from the sky. His consciousness swept away and he showed a proud look.
But the next moment, the young man's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and looked into the distance with a gloomy expression: "What a powerful spiritual consciousness. The direction he is going is... the Underworld Sect! Not good!"
The young man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took out a jade slip and stamped it between his eyebrows. After a moment, he stretched out his hand and threw it out, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the mist. The figure of the man in green also flew towards the direction of the Underworld Sect.
.
At this moment, countless monks who were deliberately sneaking with hidden auras in the smoke all felt a powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping past them. Their expressions changed, and they turned to look in the same direction, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.
Some monks didn't know what was going on and didn't want to explore. They kept retreating with surprised expressions on their faces, while some monks followed the spiritual consciousness from a distance with their eyes flashing.
Along the way, Tianlang and Xudong's spiritual consciousness swept across them domineeringly. The monks who were farther away could only feel Xudong's spiritual consciousness, but those who were closer could feel Xudong's spiritual consciousness.
There is another spiritual consciousness that is equally domineering, and it exudes a murderous aura that chills the heart.
In this wild fire wasteland, everyone wants to hide their aura completely so that no one can detect it. Such a domineering spread of consciousness rarely happens. Either many monks gather together, or they are against each other.
I have absolute confidence in my own cultivation.
But no matter which situation it was, it meant that a great event was about to happen. Many monks could not restrain their curiosity and followed it from a distance.
After following this spiritual consciousness for a while, these monks gradually realized something was wrong. The direction of this spiritual consciousness was actually pointing directly at the Underworld Sect!
The Underworld Sect is in trouble!
This was the first thought of all the monks. Countless jade slips were flying in the smoke, spreading the news to all directions. It didn't take long for it to spread throughout the wasteland. Many monks all learned that there was a Nascent Soul monk.
We are going to attack the Underworld Sect!
Many monks were moved and turned their attention to the underworld. Some people could not hold back their loneliness and set out one after another to witness the occurrence of this great event.
Tianlang and the others flew all the way towards the direction of the Ming Ling Sect. On the way forward, any monks who were in the way would dodge with a change of expression, not daring to stop them in the slightest. Even Nan Li, who was leading the way, couldn't help but feel in his heart.
A sense of pride arose and I felt refreshed.
This made the speed even faster. Three hours later, the mist in front rolled back and was pushed away by an inexplicable force, revealing a steep mountain range, where the gate of the Underworld Sect was located.
The three Sirius men straightened up and rushed out of the fog. Their vision suddenly widened, and a patch of steep mountains with sparse vegetation and bare mountains clearly emerged.
On the top of the mountain, a figure stood proudly, wearing a dark green robe, with frosty white hair, a gloomy face, and a cold look in his eyes, staring at Sirius and others who rushed out of the fog.
Xudong snorted coldly and was about to step forward, but Tianlang stretched out his hand to stop him. His eyes were fixed on the old man standing on the top of the mountain, fighting spirit surged, and he said in a deep voice: "Let me do it!"
Xudong glanced at Tianlang, nodded, and took half a step back to stand with Xue Qian. Tianlang stepped forward and stood in the air, facing the old man on the top of the mountain.
The little dragon roared, fluttered its wings, and wanted to follow Sirius, but Xue Qian stretched out his hand to grab the dragon's tail, pulled him to his side, and held him in his arms. After struggling several times, he couldn't break free, so he calmed down and sniffed lightly on Xue Qian's body.
After a few moments, together with Xue Qian, four clear big eyes looked forward.
The monk standing on the top of the mountain stared at Sirius with lightning-like eyes, and his high-pitched voice spread loudly: "Xie An, the master of the Underworld Sect, has offended a few of you for some reason, but since they are here, thank you.
An Ben led his disciples up and down to greet him respectfully."
After the words fell, on the bare stone mountain, the huge rocks slowly shifted, revealing caves all over the mountains.
One after another, the Netherworld monks walked out of the cave and hung in the air against the mountain. For a moment, the sword light shone and the cold blade shone. The entire mountain ridge shone with a cold sword light, and a powerful momentum swept out.
, pointing to Sirius from afar.
"Old ghost Xie An is going to mobilize the entire sect to resist the disaster."
"There are thousands of disciples of the Underworld Sect, gathered together in one place, it might be enough for these people to go through a lot of trouble."
"Huh? The one who came out was not the Nascent Soul monk. Do you think that this monk who has perfected the elixir formation can defeat the Underworld Sect? You are too crazy. The combined attack method of the Underworld Sect is also very mysterious."
Around the mountains, at the edge of the smoke that was pushed out, figures emerged one after another, showing concern, watching the development of the situation with cold eyes. There were also many monks who did not want to show up, hiding in the mist, and using their spiritual consciousness to pay attention.
Movements on the field.
Feeling the tyrannical aura formed by thousands of Nether Spirit disciples, Sirius did not dodge or dodge, letting the aura come upon him, causing his black hair to fly and his clothes to rustle, but his body remained motionless.
Under the impact of the momentum, Sirius's eyes were cold and sharp, and he said loudly: "You have not offended us, I want this property of yours!"
Sirius's voice rumbled out, shaking the mountains and fields, and the powerful momentum that rushed towards him collapsed, unable to affect Sirius' confidence in the slightest.
There was an indescribable madness in Tianlang's voice. As it spread, many disciples on the mountain were shaken, their expressions changed, and their aura was reduced.
The people watching the battle all around were moved. They didn’t expect that a pill-forming monk could be so powerful, fighting against thousands of people by himself!
Little do they know that Sirius once served as a general in a huge war between two mountain ranges, commanding tens of thousands of people in fierce battles.
This experience, not to mention the Danjie monks, even the Nascent Soul monks may not be able to have. It is this experience that makes Tianlang develop an indescribable calm temperament. The more he faces this kind of
In a battle with a large number of people, the more powerful you are, the stronger you will be. Against thousands of people alone, it is no problem!
Coupled with the strong murderous aura in his body, his roar caused thousands of Netherworld monks to change their expressions.
Xie An's face suddenly changed, his eyes were like lightning, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Today, all the 2,375 people in our Ming Ling Sect are here. If you can win, then everyone in our Ming Ling Sect will respect you."
Order, if you lose, don’t blame me for being cruel!"