Just when Master Yanwu frowned, bursts of black smoke gradually rose up around this place.
"Why is this? How could such a feeling arise for no reason?" Master Yanwu was puzzled. He didn't know that Yan Mozi had been killed by Zhuo Wenqin, and he didn't know that Zhuo Wenqin had also been killed by Xuanmu.
.And his team from the Flame Dance Nation has been completely disintegrated. A large number of monks from the Flame Dance Nation have perished.
At this time, dozens of monks from the Flame Dance Nation were already fleeing for their lives.
After his consciousness scanned this scene, he had vaguely guessed something. His expression became even more stern, and he grabbed the black smoke that filled the air with his hands. Immediately, he could see that the black smoke in the sky was condensed.
Covering the sky above the entire Guangming Sect.
The sky above the Guangming Sect was pitch black, and the sect-protecting formation instantly became a lot darker without the absorption of light.
"Blast away the black smoke with me. Within an hour, we will blast open the Guangming Sect's sect." Master Yanwu shouted sharply, and grabbed the black smoke in the air with his right hand. The black smoke suddenly erupted from the air.
A thick black flame condensed in mid-air. The black flame shot up to a height of more than ten feet and bombarded the Guangming Sect's sect-protecting formation.
At this time, Guangming Sect's sect-protecting formation immediately began to tremble. After trembling for a few breaths, it was about to stop when several more black smoke were condensed by the top-level Yuanying monks of Yanwu Kingdom and bombarded the light.
On top of the sect's protective formation.
Under the protective formation, four top-level Nascent Soul monks and more than twenty high-level Nascent Soul monks were sitting cross-legged with solemn expressions. Waves of soft white light could be seen emanating from the bodies of these monks.
.These rays of light quickly integrated into the sect-protecting formation.
"boom……!"
"Bang bang bang...!"
A series of sounds exploded in the air, and the sound was almost deafening. The four top-level Nascent Soul monks had stern expressions, and the bright light in their eyes quickly dimmed, and they all spurted out a mouthful of rich blood essence from their mouths.
The eyes of the four top-level Nascent Soul cultivators from Guangming Sect and Yuehua Sect showed strong unwillingness, and they rushed towards Master Yanwu and others with hatred in their eyes, and acted one after another.
Upon seeing this, Master Yanwu sneered, muttering secrets that no one could understand, and using his hands to create strange light symbols. These strange light symbols quickly disappeared into the black smoke in the sky.
But I saw the black smoke quickly split into cracks, revealing a dazzling red light.
The red light shot down through the black smoke, and the monk only needed to scan it with his spiritual consciousness to find that it turned out to be monstrous flames pouring down from the cracked gap.
All the monks in the dreamland did not expect that Master Yanwu could have such a hand and condense so many flames on top of the black smoke. These flames rose up in the air, and the entire Guangming Sect was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire.
engulfed.
"Withdraw...!" An old man from the Guangming Sect sent out an extremely majestic spiritual thought at this time. After his spiritual thought came out, all the low-level monks fled towards the north in a frantic manner. And those high-ranking monks quickly fled towards the north.
The senior monks cut off the rear.
At this time, dozens of monks from the Flame Dance Kingdom gradually appeared in the distance. Master Yanwu sent out a spiritual thought and shouted angrily: "What's going on with you? Why are you escaping in such a mess?"
These monks all looked panicked, and fell to their knees in panic, with the corners of their lips still trembling, and said: "Sir, Zhuo Wenqin actually killed Senior Yan Mozi with one sword. And
The four top-level Nascent Soul stage seniors from the Demon Flame Sect were also killed!"
As soon as these words came out, Master Yanwu's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sternly: "Yanmozi was really killed by Zhuo Wenqin with a sword? If you dare to lie about the truth, I will not spare you."
"This is true. I don't dare to deceive the Master." A middle-aged disciple in the lead said with a trembling voice.
"What a great Zhuo Wenqin. In that case, I will go and have a meeting. I want to see what this person can do?" Master Yanwu had a sinister look in his eyes, and his murderous intent was revealed. As he said that, he looked at the person behind him.
The eight top-level Nascent Soul monks said: "Yan Mozi was killed by Zhuo Wenqin. We will go and meet this man."
This voice echoed in the sky. When the eight top-level Nascent Soul monks from the Flame Dance Kingdom heard this, they all looked surprised. They couldn't help but speculate in their hearts as to what kind of monk Zhuo Wenqin was.
Naturally, everyone could not help but feel uneasy in their hearts.
"father……!"
Among the monks who were fleeing in panic and fighting, a female voice sounded clear.
Yin Su's body trembled and he suddenly stopped in the air. He looked back and saw that the voice was all too familiar to him. It was the voice of his daughter Yin Ning. However, his face not only lacked any joy, but instead had an extremely complicated expression.
.
"Dad, I am Ning'er...!" When Yin Ning saw this, she still couldn't suppress the ecstasy in her heart. She stepped towards Yin Su repeatedly without thinking about her own safety. Her steps were so fast that they only left a trail of voids in the air.
film.
"Ning'er..., Ning'er..." Yin Su's eyes filled with tears, and he murmured in a daze. The change from the initial bitterness to the lack of joy and sadness on his face made Yin Ning suddenly feel a sense of rawness.
feeling.
"Dad! What's wrong with you?" Yin Ning couldn't help but ask. She flew into Yin Su's arms.
Yin Su stretched out his hands, which seemed to be numb. The moment Yin Ning threw herself into his arms, he suddenly trembled. More tears overflowed.
"Ning'er, dad..." Yin Su wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped. "Dad is not with you, you haven't suffered any grievances, right?"
"Ning'er is fine. With the care of Mu Mu and his brothers, I will be fine." Yin Ning said while sobbing.
"It's okay, it's okay, dad is useless. In the first layer of the sky, he may still be considered a beast king..." Yin Su's words stopped, and he was suddenly interrupted by Yin Ning. Yin Ning comforted him and said, "Dad, it's Ning'er.
It’s useless. Ning’er doesn’t have the ability to find her father, and she doesn’t have the ability to take good care of her father.”
"Alas...!" Yin Su sighed and said nothing more.
"Dad, what are your plans for the future?"
"In the future...? Daddy has no plans. The only thing he can do is hope that you will be happy."
"Dad, you haven't changed."
Yin Ning's words made Yin Su slightly startled. He smiled and said, "Did I say that I have changed?"
"No."
At this time, Yin Ning's eyes suddenly looked towards the distance, where a white figure was speeding towards her. She suddenly started dancing excitedly, she looked into the distance with her eyes wide open, pointed at the white figure, and said ecstatically:
"That's Xuanmu, the little wood is not dead...!!!"
When Yin Su saw Xuan Mu appear, his expression looked a little unnatural. This slight change in expression was difficult to detect. Yin Ning did not notice it. She looked excitedly towards the white figure.
He stepped forward and said with a smile: "Xiao Mumu, you are not dead. You made people think you were dead, and they were sad for a long time."
Just after Yin Ning said these words, she suddenly discovered that Long Ye was also behind Xuan Mu. After her face changed slightly, she pouted her mouth and exuded a touch of sourness.
"Haha, I knew you wouldn't die so easily." Chongpeng laughed, and when he saw Xuanmu's appearance, he showed an obviously overjoyed look.
"Master!" The old man with a high level of cultivation from the Yin Yuan Sect was obviously a little surprised and couldn't help but murmured.
Fang Yu put away the feather fan in his hand, and a white light spread out quickly from his feather fan. He was fighting against an old man with high-level Nascent Soul cultivation. The old man was directly blasted dozens of feet away by Fang Yu's blow.
He looked horrified, and he had just hit him, and somehow he felt an extremely strange aura.
"It's faith...!" The old man's eyes widened and he murmured. Naturally, he also noticed that Fang Yu's eyes were filled with respect, looking at a white figure striding in the distance. Who is this person?
who?
Just when this person appeared, Fang Yu seemed to have a strong belief. With belief, the spells Fang Yu cast were much stronger than the original ones.
He naturally knows the importance of faith in the process of fighting. Once he has faith, he will have a burning will to fight.
When the old man suddenly woke up, he retreated continuously in mid-air, his steps so fast that he almost just left traces in the air.
At this time, Jiang Zhao also looked at the white figure that was flying towards him. Although it was difficult to see clearly the figure a hundred feet away with the naked eye, by scanning it with his spiritual consciousness, he could find the appearance of this person and the aura and mysterious wood on his body.
The aura on his body was exactly the same. He smiled in disbelief and said to himself: "That Zhuo Wenqin said that you were killed by him, I believed it at first. Because the sword called the killing sword is indeed
It's yours. If you weren't in danger, he would never have been able to get the sword. Later, when I saw that Chongpeng was so determined, I actually believed that you were still alive. Unexpectedly, you were really still alive. There is hope for our dreamland."
The bright light of hope gradually burned in Jiang Zhao's eyes, and he excitedly stepped towards Xuanmu.
Xu Yunchong also felt the familiar aura, and turned back to look at Xuanmu in the distance. The surprise and admiration in his expression were all written on his face, and he laughed and said: "Ancestor, you can rest in peace. You don't have
I misjudged the person, that Xuanmu has actually reached the top Nascent Soul stage. The revitalization of our Miaoyin Sect is just around the corner."
"Xuanmu...?" Yang Qing, who was meditating cross-legged with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, her pupils shrank, and she stared into the distance with some disbelief. Her expression suddenly changed, looking happy and bitter at the same time. Her face was full of
She was so sad that she didn't know how to describe her feelings.
"The leader is back...!"
"It's our Xuanmu leader who is back. You bastards from Yanwu Kingdom, your death has come."
"The leader is invincible, the leader is mighty."……………………
All the Yin Yuan Sect disciples could not help but cheer at this moment. They could not restrain their excitement.