Xiang Cheng and several others were pushed forward, and the disciples reported that someone had brought them.
Xiang Cheng was taken out alone. E Ji looked him up and down, and then waved his hand. Immediately, someone came up and started asking. At this moment, Xiang Chengcai learned the purpose of being brought here.
Their target was actually the Spiritual Fire Pool!
Xiang Cheng was in turmoil, but he soon calmed down. No matter what the other party asked, he said he didn't know.
"Someone said that you are a newly contracted Fire Spirit, so you don't know how to get in? I tell you, don't be toasted and you will be punished with a drink!"
"I really don't know anything."
Xiang Cheng's face was expressionless.
"Very good. Your bones are pretty strong, so let me see how long you can last! Come here, greet him well."
Immediately, someone surrounded him, punched and kicked him.
"Stop! You bastards!"
The Yunyin Sect disciples looked at this scene, their anger was like a volcano erupting.
Han Xin rushed over with all his strength, but was hit in the leg with a stick halfway! He staggered and fell to the ground, his arms were twisted and pressed to the ground. Looking at his beaten partner not far away, hatred grew.
After a moment, they stopped. Xiang Cheng was picked up with blood on his face. At this moment, he was dying and almost unconscious.
With his body being held up, he shrugged and pulled his head. Because he was bound by the spirit-binding rope, he couldn't struggle at all. On the contrary, the harder he exerted force, the tighter the rope tightened.
Blood flowed from his forehead, blurring his vision and becoming sticky. He wanted to wipe the blood away, but he couldn't even move a finger.
His scalp hurt, and Xiang Cheng was forced to raise his head.
"My Thousand Emperors Sect has many methods. Do you want to try them all? If you are wise, tell me everything you know!"
He smiled.
He raised his eyes, made a sound, and spat a pool of blood foam onto his face.
"Go and die."
The man wiped his face and became furious, "Hit me!"
Bang!
The scabbard hit him hard on his head and knees. He fell to his knees and was numb from the pain.
There seemed to be anxious shouts and angry roars coming from his ears. Gradually, he could no longer hear them.
He hit his head hard on the hard step, and blood flowed down the step step by step.
Consciousness is getting blurry...
At this time, he recalled many things in his mind, as if he were watching a flower in a hurry.
The scene where Xiao Yan asked them to leave that day was repeated over and over again in his mind, and Xiang Cheng would never forget it. Perhaps, he was going to accompany Xiao Yan. But, he was unwilling to die like this.
He hasn't taken revenge yet! These murderers are scum! Even if he turns into a ghost, he will demand his life from them!
At this moment, Xiang Cheng suddenly heard a noise, and in the blur, someone rushed in, it was theirs. The two sides started fighting instantly, and then the roar of beasts came from the air. For a moment, he felt that he was being supported
stand up.
In the chaos, a familiar voice seemed to be shouting in his ears.
"...Wake up! Chengzi! Xiang Cheng!!"
His eyes suddenly became clear, and he saw Han Xin's anxious face.
"Great, you scared me to death! We are saved! Nariko, look!"
He looked into the sky and saw countless people flying from a distance, densely packed, wearing Xuanyun robes, they were their people.
The two leaders were the long-lost sect leader and Elder Yixiao!
Here, Bai Lichen and Rong Batian were already fighting with them. Rong Batian and E Ji fought again, and other disciples rushed to save people.
"Great, it's the sect leader!"
Jiang Weiliu's appearance was like a shot in the arm, lifting everyone's spirits.
Behind them were the outside disciples. It turned out that they went to recall the outside disciples on the way, which wasted time.
They brought back three thousand disciples. Jiang Weiliu's return boosted their momentum, and the situation soon turned around.
At the foot of the mountain.
White Horse Town.
The Qiandi Sect's camp stationed here was attacked. Three elders came out and saw that there were only two people who attacked them.
The visitors are none other than Qiu Xin and Patriarch Changxu, He Bu Shang.
This Qiuxin is back!
At this time, a disciple hurried over and told them that the leader of the Yunyin Sect was back!
Their expressions were ugly, how could Jiang Weiliu be fine? Their sect leader personally took action and actually let them come back safely?!
"Kill them!"
The people of Qiandi Sect swarmed forward, but before they could get close, a majestic and terrifying pressure suddenly enveloped the world!
That power was too terrifying. Even the three elders had never encountered it before!
Coercion came from the long-bearded old man, and the purple pressure followed him step by step, exuding a terrifying aura.
People around him fell to the ground one by one, and he didn't even move a piece of his robe.
I don't know when the sky was filled with dark clouds, flying sand and rocks, and even the air seemed to be out of place.
The three of them were shocked.
Under this pressure, they could not even stand. It was as if there was an invisible giant mountain pressing on their heads, making them unable to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, all their people fell.
"You, who are you..."
Their knees bent and they knelt on the ground, knowing that this time they were in for a tough fight.
The three of them looked at each other and activated the teleportation talisman without hesitation. But at this moment, their bodies suddenly sank, as if there was an invisible force imprisoning them!
The ancestor waved his sleeves, and the three of them floated past without any resistance.
At this moment, they only felt as if there was a hand pinching their necks hard, making them unable to breathe. Their feet were kicking randomly in the air, with no resistance. It was like a tiny droplet shaking a tree, like an earthworm shaking a tree.
At this moment, they realized how small they were in front of the huge power.
At this time, He Buyang stretched out his hand and put it on someone's head. There was a purple light flashing, and the person felt that his mind was in chaos, as if he was being ripped open with a knife!
This is...soul-spelling!
"Woooo..."
They struggled harder, but to no avail.
In less than a moment, the person had all the information in his mind.
He Buyang whispered, "Thousand-year-old Mountain."
The man's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe it.
Thousand Years Mountain is their real station, and it is also an important secret passage for retreat. They still have five thousand people stationed there, ready to attack at any time, and the great elder Yan Feishou is there.
In such a short time, he had read all his memories! How terrifying!
"You stay." He Bushang said to Qiuxin.
"yes."
Once they get the information they want, they won't stay long.
Only three corpses were left, slowly turning into wisps of black smoke and drifting away in the wind.
Chitose Mountain.
Yan Feishou lost contact with the front inexplicably, and then a disciple reported that something had happened. When he learned that Jiang Weiliu Qiuxin and others had returned safely, he immediately summoned his troops.
The appearance of Qiu Xin means that their plan to go to the Sea of Immortality to rob and kill has failed.
