How can we fight this kind of battle? We will definitely lose!
Those who react quickly will grease the soles of their shoes, while those who are unlucky will be instantly killed. Even Yuanying has little chance of escaping. Often, he will be swallowed by the sharks before teleporting.
As the overlord of the ocean, sharks are inherently ferocious.
The same goes for sea beasts!
But this is not the scariest thing.
A powerful aura came out, and it was so terrifying that all creatures within a hundred miles radius trembled with fear.
Even the sea water is surging.
Such pressure, such momentum!
Could it be...
The monks were stunned and involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and a strange scene appeared.
One moment, there was a fierce conflict involving tens of thousands of people. The next moment, it was extremely cold. Even the furious sharks were all uniform, facing to the left, as if looking at something, and then their bodies were slightly arched, as if they were looking at something.
Welcome and salute.
Woo...
The sea breeze blew by, and then a ball of blood appeared strangely in sight. The area was not outrageous, only about an acre, but it was so red that it seemed like blood was about to drip from it.
Then the blood-red clouds came over the battle group and circled. After a while, the red light subsided, revealing a pale monk.
He was dressed in splendid clothes and jade robes, but his figure was much taller than that of ordinary monks. He was very thin, and there was almost no trace of blood in his face or the skin on his palms.
"Cough cough cough..."
He covered his chest with his hands and coughed violently, giving the impression that he was very weak, like a frail and sickly rich man.
And he looked indeed young, only in his mid-twenties. His hair was tied with a golden crown and had a light yellow color. His hair was very dry, as if he lacked nutrition and had not eaten enough.
This man looked as if a gust of wind could easily knock him down. However, not only the low-level monks, but also the envoys from the Holy City all changed their expressions.
"Sickness!"
"The disease of the shark clan!"
"Impossible, he is an old monster from the Dongxuan stage, why did he attack in the first wave?"
…
All the monks were shocked, and shock and fear were quickly passed among each other.
However, when things have reached this point, there is no use in being depressed. No matter why the disease came here, their situation can be said to be extremely worrying.
Everyone knows how difficult it is to escape from an old monster in the Dongxuan stage.
It can almost be said that it is an impossible task.
But so what if I don't run away? Are I just waiting to die here stupidly?
The ants are still trying to survive, let alone the immortal cultivators. No matter how difficult it is to escape, they still have to give it a try at this moment.
No one wants to sit back and wait to die.
The one who responded the fastest was none other than Toutuo, who had the highest level of cultivation. He was in the late stage of clutching and his escape skills were naturally the most mysterious.
At this moment, when he saw that the situation was not right, this guy also made a decisive decision. He howled and ran away in the distance. He didn't even want the Zen staff, his natal magic weapon.
He was so bold and fierce that the old man who had been fighting with him for half a night was also stunned. It is said that a slightest mistake can make a mistake of a thousand miles. In such a stunned effort, the opponent had already escaped into the sky, and it was too late to pursue him.
The old man had to give up in frustration.
Toutuo breathed a sigh of relief, but his danger did not pass.
There was a trace of ridicule on the sick man's face: "Run, do you think you have a chance to survive under my hands?"
His voice was soft and gloomy, and after he finished speaking, he was accompanied by a violent cough.
However, his movements were unambiguous, and a ball of blood mist flew out from his sleeves.
No, it's not blood mist. The so-called mist is composed of semi-liquid red dots of different sizes, which are still flashing.
Lin Xuan's consciousness has been restrained a lot, and he doesn't want to be broken by this old monster from the Dongxuan stage, but he still observes carefully.
Soon, the strange blood mist caught up with Toutuo and enveloped him with a roar.
Toutuo was shocked and turned pale, and hurriedly took out a defensive magic weapon, which transformed into a thick curtain of light.
But it was useless. The blood mist actually seemed to have penetrating properties. It regarded the light curtain of the magic weapon as nothing and got in easily.
"What kind of spell is this?"
Lin Xuan watched from a distance, feeling a little chilly in his heart. He had extensive knowledge, but he had never heard of such a secret technique. If he encountered it, how would he decipher it?
Before Lin Xuan could change his mind, he heard Toutuo's loud scream. Once wrapped in the blood mist, his skin quickly withered.
It was as if life and mana were sucked away all at once.
In contrast, in the distance, the face of Mr. Guijie showed a look of enjoyment, and his originally pale face also showed a faint trace of blood.
Absorbing other people's energy for your own use?
Lin Xuan's eyes were very poisonous, and he could vaguely see a clue. Although the origin of the spell was unclear, it was definitely a magical power of the devil, and it was a very vicious and domineering one.
Toutuo screamed loudly, but it did not last long. Soon he turned into a corpse, his life and mana were completely sucked away by the other party, and he fell from the sky.
The Nascent Soul did not escape and died together with the physical body.
Lin Xuan's face became increasingly ugly.
The secrets and techniques of the spiritual world are indeed far from being comparable to those of the human world in terms of their level of weirdness and mystery.
However, even though he was thousands of miles away, he was just sighing with emotion, while the human monks nearby were all heartbroken.
The old monster in the Dongxuan period, and his methods were so outrageous, how could people like myself resist it. If he stayed here, there would be absolutely no way to survive, and his death would probably be extremely miserable. The monks dispersed in a hurry...
In this process, many unlucky guys naturally fell and were killed by their original opponents. However, there were also many people who were lucky or reacted quickly enough and were still alive, but with some injuries on their bodies.
As a result, thousands of defeated soldiers began to flee desperately. Coincidentally, they chose the direction of their own spiritual boats.
hateful!
Lin Xuan's face suddenly turned gloomy.
This is really not as good as fate. I have done everything, but when things come to pass, God is against me. Without the help of luck, I can only do nothing.
The remaining defeated generals fled here, and the Sea Clan certainly didn't let them go, and then killed them. It would be strange not to discover such a large spiritual boat!
Lin Xuan sighed, it would be very stupid to continue to stay here. When things come to a head, there is no other way out, but the thirty-six strategies, let's go!
Even though the risk of being discovered would be great, no matter what, it is much better than sitting still and waiting for death.