In a short period of time, thousands of White Lotus sect members died in the trap.
"Ambush, there is an ambush, retreat quickly!"
Only then did Liu Ye come back to his senses.
Realizing that he had been ambushed.
Unfortunately, it was already too late to realize that I had fallen into a trap.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as Liu Ye finished speaking, he saw fire arrows coming from all directions through the sky.
The fire arrow fell to the ground.
In a short time, Yongshan Camp turned into a scene of fire.
Coupled with the crazy shooting of fire arrows regardless of losses.
There was no time left for the members of the White Lotus Sect to breathe.
It can be said that the vitality of the White Lotus Sect has been cut off.
In a desperate situation, Liu Ye looked up at the sky blankly and murmured: "It's over, it's all over."
Thirty thousand members of the White Lotus Sect perished under his leadership.
It can be said that whether he dies today or not, he is dead.
The White Lotus Sect will not let him go.
"What a cruel strategy."
Looking at the Yongshan Camp with flames reaching into the sky, the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy was itching with hatred.
"Think about it, you are the White Lotus Sect, the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy, right?"
What?
Hearing the unfamiliar voice reach his ears, his heart skipped a beat.
Turned his head.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw Qin Qiong holding a four-edged gold mace, looking at her intently.
"Who are you? Why do you know me?"
The purple-robed envoy looked at Qin Qiong, with a hint of panic on his charming face.
She could clearly sense that Qin Qiong had just reached the first level of the Mysterious Realm.
She is at the ninth level of Shengxuan Realm and should have absolute suppression over Qin Qiong.
However, the moment she looked at Qin Qiong, she felt a strong sense of oppression from Qin Qiong.
Her energy was actually suppressed.
"You don't need to know who I am. I'm here to kill you on my lord's order!"
Shaking his head, Qin Qiong naturally would not tell the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy why wealth can lead to the gods.
With Shen Wansan's wanton display of gold and silver, the existence of the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy has naturally been known to Wu Zhan for a long time.
In fact, Qin Qiong had already locked her position after the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy appeared near Yongshan Camp.
"Arrogant!"
Hearing this, the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy immediately widened his eyes and roared angrily.
A sonorous sound!
The holy envoy in purple stood up suddenly and drew out the sword from his waist.
The sharp blade is eye-catching.
The sword was swung out, and the light of the sword was hundreds of feet high, soaring straight into the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, sand flew and rocks flew, and mountains and rocks collapsed for several miles.
"The ancient divine power, bless my body!"
"break!"
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The originally dim sky was suddenly filled with a full moon.
The bright moonlight reflected the bright golden light pillar and enveloped Qin Qiong.
A steady stream of power poured into Qin Qiong's body as if it had crossed the river of time.
this moment.
Qin Qiong is wearing golden armor and looks like a god.
With the blessing of terrifying divine power, the combat power continues to skyrocket.
The second level of Shengxuan Realm, the third level of Shengxuan Realm, the fourth level of Shengxuan Realm...
Until a certain moment, Qin Qiong's whole body actually contained a strong power of death!
This means that Qin Qiong's combat power, with the blessing of ancient divine power, has broken through the shackles of the realm and is comparable to the Death Mysterious Realm!
Boom!
Qin Qiong flicked her fingers.
Just relying on that terrifying ancient divine power, he was able to break the purple-clothed holy envoy's hundred-foot-long sword light.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out violently.
His face suddenly turned extremely pale.
The purple-clothed holy envoy was so horrified that he screamed: "Slow! Slow! Slow! I know the news about your lord, the ninth sister."
Without thinking too much, the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy could only hope that her guess was correct. If Qin Qiong's lord was not Wu Zhan...