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Qin Sang quickly put this episode behind him and got closer and closer to the Seven Kills Hall.

This time, he came earlier.

It is said that because the immortal formation is changing all the time, the method used by the Wu clan to break the formation this time is different from the last time, so there may be a chance to watch.

The wind and waves were getting bigger and bigger. Qin Sang knew in his heart that the Seven Kills Palace was coming. As expected, he flew not far away. His eyes lit up. The huge sea pit and wind wall appeared in front of him. It was still so shocking.

Qin Sang took one look and then glanced around, unexpectedly finding that there were only two figures around.

But the great witch Zhu and other Nascent Soul monks were nowhere to be seen.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Sang stepped back a little, then flew around the wind wall in another direction.

When he was about to reach the other side of the sea pit, Qin Sang paused, with a look of surprise on his face. There were actually a dozen monks in front of them, standing very close and looking at something intently.

No wonder there are so few people in other places, they all come here.

Qin Sang thought for a moment, put away the ebony sword, took out a flying sword at random, and used his sword skills to protect his body. He has too many enemies, all of them powerful, and he doesn't want others to think of his identity.

When I went to see Mr. Zou before, I also put the Celestial Corpse Coffin and the incarnation elsewhere.

‘Whoosh! ’

Qin Sang broke through the wind and waves and flew to the front, not far from everyone.

The others looked at Qin Sang, then withdrew their gaze and looked ahead intently.

At this time, Qin Sang also saw the scene there.

In front of the wind wall, for some reason, it was extremely calm. The hurricane seemed to be blocked by some force and could not invade this place. It always went around the edge.

This kind of place is unique in the storm zone. At this time, some monks were suspended there, divided into two sides, with more than a dozen people in each side.

"The Wu Clan and the Human Nascent Soul!"

Qin Sang's pupils shrank, and he was shocked to find that each of those figures had a frighteningly powerful aura. Without exception, they were all Nascent Soul cultivators.

"They have arrived a long time ago. There is no storm there and it is so peaceful. Is it the power of the spiritual formation?"

Qin Sang muttered to himself, his eyes swept over these Nascent Souls and stared at the bottom of the sea. In the face of the gray hurricane, even a person as strong as Nascent Soul would not dare to stand up, only a powerful spiritual formation can do it.

"really!"

Qin Sang's expression moved slightly as he noticed countless white light spots floating under the sea. "Those white spots should be the manifestation of the power of the spiritual array. The person in charge of the spiritual array should be the great witch Zhu of the Wu Clan and a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage."

He had long been fascinated by the great witch Zhu of the witch clan. He moved his eyes to look at the Nascent Souls of the witch clan and easily found a white-haired woman surrounded by people.

The woman was wearing a luxurious robe, and the patterns on the robe were somewhat similar to the divine patterns. She wore half a mask, which was as thin as a cicada's wings and also engraved with mysterious patterns.

The red lips are full and bright red, and the eyes are very energetic, as if they can attract people's attention.

There are various signs that this woman is the great witch Zhu of the witch clan.

"He has white hair, but his skin is like that of a young girl. He can't tell his age, but he must be an old monster." Qin Sang didn't dare to stare at the great witch Zhu. His eyes moved and he looked at the human camp again.

Dare to confront the Great Witch Zhu, the strength of the human race should not be much inferior. Last time, the Demon Lord came in person...

Qin Sang's heart moved slightly when he saw an old Taoist priest holding a whisk in his hand. His eyes were slightly closed, his temperament was pure, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything.

The old Taoist wore a moon-white Taoist robe with two ancient seal characters of Tiandao printed on it.

"Is this the leader of the Tiandao Sect, Lingzhuzi? His aura is no less impressive than that of the Great Witch Zhu, and he truly deserves his reputation!"

Qin Sang has been in Canglang Sea for a long time, and he knows all the major forces of the human race.

Lingzhuzi is another great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage of the human race. He is the leader in the right path and is as famous as the Demon Lord.

Some of the other human Nascent Souls gathered around Lingzhu, while others deliberately stayed away from Lingzhu and kept a distance from Lingzhu.

"Those people should be the Demonic Nascent Soul. It seems that the Demon Lord didn't come this time. Are the two great monks taking turns serving the Witch Clan?"

Seeing this, Qin Sang guessed some of the inside story.

At this time, the powerful Nascent Souls of the two tribes gathered here, but they didn't say a word, and they didn't see any movement. They seemed to be waiting for a certain opportunity.

Naturally, Qin Sang and others did not dare to rush anything, and stayed on the periphery honestly.

It was impossible to tell the time in the storm, so Qin Sang counted the time silently and estimated that it was already Xu time. In more than an hour, the great wizard Zhu will break the formation with his formation.

As time goes by, more and more monks come here. Qin Sang has been observing secretly, but there is no sign of Mr. Zou and others. He wonders if they are hiding their identities.

Not all the Nascent Souls of the two tribes were asleep, there were also some who looked at the Golden Core outside from time to time.

"What? Mou Lao Mo, are you looking for someone?"

Several Demon Dao Nascent Souls stood together without the backing of the Demon Lord. Facing the two great monks, they kept a low profile.

One of the blood-robed old men suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways at the black-robed demon cultivator next to him, and found that this man's behavior seemed a little unusual.

Mou Lao Mo chuckled and avoided answering, "Xue Gui, you still like to meddle in other people's business. This time the Demon Lord is not around, so be careful and don't fall into the hands of Lao Niubi."

The old man in blood robe was nonchalant, "The Witch Clan is the common enemy of our human race. How can Fellow Taoist Lingzhu be so ignorant of the general situation?"

Having said that, a dignified look flashed in the eyes of the old man in blood robe.

Mou Lao Mo opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.

Lingzhuzi suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked out of the space, his eyes flashing with light.

All the Nascent Souls were startled and looked along the Ling Zhuzi's gaze, only to see a chaotic storm.

Just when everyone was wondering, they suddenly heard a sharp sound of cicadas chirping.

The sound was extremely rapid and very small at first, but amid the earth-shattering sound of wind and waves, it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Withered leaf cicada is Old Demon Fang!"

"It's him! Why is this old monster here?"

Hearing the chirping of cicadas, the human Nascent Soul's expressions changed.

Even Lingzhu showed a solemn expression.

On the contrary, the faces of the Wu Clan monks were somewhat happy, as if the person coming was a strong supporter.

The chirping of the cicadas is getting louder and louder, as if it can cover up the wind and waves. Wave after wave enters the ears, as if it can shock the mind and make people extremely irritable.

A moment later, a gust of wind suddenly broke through the wind and waves. The cicadas chirped so sharply that the Jindan monks looked a little strange.

'call! ’

The strong wind rushed into the calm space, and then dispersed, revealing its true form.

Some people exclaimed with disbelief on their faces.

The visitor turned out not to be an immortal cultivator, but a cicada the size of a fist!

The wings of this cicada are shaped like dead leaves. A monk who is familiar with the way of spiritual insects can recognize it at a glance. This is a rare and rare insect in the legend, the dead leaf cicada!

The dead leaf cicada appeared, its eyes shining with the light of wisdom, as if there was a human soul hidden in it, which was extremely strange.

The great witch Zhu stepped forward to meet the withered leaf cicada, and said with surprise in his tone, "Fellow Daoist Fang, I didn't expect you to come too."