Fan Hong could only grit his teeth and stand firm. He indeed had no courage or ambition, but he also had his backbone. Even if he died here, he would not run away in despair. This was his bottom line.
However, Han Yun had a look of disgust on his face, while Bu Qingyun had an expressionless face. However, seeing that Fan Hong's condition was slightly strange, Sect Master Fan seemed to have gone too far. Although there would be no big surprise if the four major sect masters took action together,
But this is a primitive land after all. If something big happens, no one will have time to care about Fan Hong.
Song Yifan approached Wang Meng and Fan Hong, and the white light hit Fan Hong. Fan Hong breathed a sigh of relief. This light was really useful.
Wang Meng's protection method can work, but Song Yifan's Immortal Royal Light is the right medicine, an authentic Jiuling Sect defensive spell.
"Thank you." Fan Hong said with a slight blush. In the past, he never felt ashamed no matter how he messed around in the Cultivation Academy, but today, he truly realized his shortcomings.
Song Yifan smiled slightly. She was reducing Wang Meng's pressure. This was just the beginning. Excessive consumption was not a good thing.
"It should."
Han Yun took a look and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
This Immortal Royal Light consumes twice as much if it protects one more person. It is really a waste.
The team continued to move forward. Looking at Fan Ru who didn't care, Wang Meng realized something. Fan Ru invited him here not only to show him around, but also to let him take care of Fan Hong. It seems that there is someone in the Prehistoric Temple this time.
Something helpful to Fan Hong.
Realizing this, Wang Meng became excited.
A copper palace can be seen faintly in the gray clouds and mist in the distance. The closer you get to the copper palace, the greater the pressure becomes and the atmosphere becomes solemn.
Suddenly, Lu Chenfeng stopped and just stretched out his hand. The surrounding world collapsed instantly, and the earth beneath his feet left. There was red magma beneath his feet. The surrounding area was dark, and countless ghosts sprang out. They pounced on everyone in a frightening manner.
Fan Hong was startled by this sudden change, and at this moment, Wang Meng beside him suddenly grew horns... his face was distorted, and when he looked to the side, Song Yifan turned into a ghost and opened his bloody mouth to bite him.
He, while his body was falling helplessly.
The four sect masters also had solemn expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they had also been attacked. However, all such mental techniques and attacks were the weaknesses of the main body. The stronger the formation, the higher the level of the attack.
This formation is much more powerful than the previous puppet, and it is an excitation type. It has not suffered too much damage due to time.
Yi Fan and Han Yun also changed their colors. They were both from the Holy Revision Sect and were best able to resist the invasion of evil spirits. At least they knew it in their hearts, so they immediately used their mental skills to resist the evil spirits and completely ignored the attacks from around them.
Bu Qingyun showed the difference in strength at this time, without changing his expression. As the young master of the Qingyun Sect and one of the few masters of the younger generation, Bu Qingyun was much more low-key than the Eight Emperors who owned the holy statue.
But he was surprised to find that Wang Meng was just like him.
The two people's eyes slightly missed each other, and Wang Meng suddenly caught Fan Hong who was struggling. His consciousness swept across his body, and Fan Hong felt that the earth was shattering and the illusion disappeared, but it seemed to come again soon after.
At this time, Fan Hong had already realized that this was an illusion. He calmed down and quickly used his energy to resist. With the help of Wang Meng and Song Yifan, he stabilized his mind.
At this time, Mu Jiuling took a step forward, and a book appeared between his hands. He opened a page and radiated light.
"Everything is of inferior quality. Only reading is of high quality - take it!"
The white light covered everyone, compressing the gray light to a point. The gray light wanted to shrink back to the ground, Mu Jiuling smiled coldly, and removed it. When he got the gray light, he was shocked out, and Mu Jiuling's hand flew away.
Go out and directly put the white light inside.
At this time, the pressure that enveloped everyone disappeared. Mu Jiuling took back his magic weapon and opened a page, revealing an additional formation - the Purgatory Heart Erosion Formation.
"There are no new tricks in ancient things." Mu Jiuling said with a smile.
"This is just the beginning. Judging from the tests outside, this time the Primordial Temple should be very interesting."
Lu Chenfeng laughed.
As he spoke, he glanced at the young man behind him and said, "You performed well. It is commendable that you can keep your mind when faced with such a sudden attack."
Although it was a compliment, what Fan Hong heard was a roar. He was already soaked to the skin, sweating profusely, and his face was ugly. He had no resistance at all. If Wang Meng and Song Yifan hadn't taken action, he would have died long ago.
Bu Qingyun and Yi Fan didn't make fun of him, but Han Yun was like a mirror, reminding Fan Hong from time to time. The admiring glances of Yun Potian and Mu Jiuling at this time were more like naked sarcasm.
It has nothing to do with him.
Perhaps seeing the attitude of the sect leader, Han Yun finally couldn't help but said, "Fan Hong, you are dragging everyone down too much. I think you should go back."
If it were Song Yifan or Bu Qingyun, Han Yun would definitely have endured it for the sake of the sect leader, but the Fahua Sect's ranking was much lower than them. Even though Fan Ru was here, Han Yun was really not afraid.
Yun Potian didn't say anything, and Mu Jiuling didn't say anything. In their opinion, Han Yun was not wrong.
"At least I'm not dragging you down, and it's not your turn to talk nonsense." Wang Meng snorted coldly.
Don't irritate Wang Meng or step on his painful feet. He doesn't care what your status is.
"Wang Meng, do you think you are qualified to come here?" Han Yun said angrily.
Wang Meng glanced at Han Yun lightly, "Are you qualified to talk to me like this?!"
Wang Meng deliberately looked at the other party with a look of contempt, Damn, I am a member of the Star Alliance, who do you think you are?
Han Yun naturally knew what Wang Meng was implying, and the jealousy in his heart became even stronger.
Fan Ru coughed dryly and said, "Wang Meng, take good care of Fan Hong and don't drag everyone down."
"Senior, don't worry, we Fan Xiaoniao are not that fragile. If we were not as strong as Xiao Yuanyuan to break into the ancient secret realm, others would have retreated long ago."
Wang Meng said arrogantly.
"Okay, let's continue on the road. We may not be able to take care of you later, so be careful."
Lu Chenfeng said that he did not want to continue this quarrel. In fact, he understood that Feng Potian and Mu Jiuling looked down on Fan Ru a little, and his ranking was too low. If Lu Chenfeng wanted to strengthen his camp, he could definitely discover other people, but
Feng Potian and Mu Jiuling had no idea how powerful Fan Ru was, but as a leader, he didn't need to explain, let alone do anything.
But everything suddenly became calm behind them, until everyone entered the fog.
I thought it was just an ordinary fog, but suddenly I felt like I was wearing a heavy coat, and it was difficult to walk.
Everyone's footsteps could only stop, and even Lu Chenfeng and others frowned.
"It's a bit difficult. I'm afraid they can't get in." Lu Chenfeng didn't expect that there would be such a difficult thing here.
"This Iron Mist Formation is connected with the Primordial Temple." Mu Jiuling nodded. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}