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The spirit-sealing talisman Ning Xiaolei took out this time came from Meishan Wulong, a giant centipede spirit.

Ning Xiaolei crushed the spirit-sealing talisman, and a huge centipede appeared in the sky, its teeth and claws spread out in a vicious manner.

With a neighing sound, the giant centipede suddenly spurted out streams of black air from its mouth, sweeping down the people in the Blood and Fire Temple below.

"what?"

Everyone in the Blood and Fire Temple was shocked. Many people's expressions changed drastically and they were extremely alert.

Soon, the black energy spread and enveloped everyone.

"Damn it, this black energy is corroding the mana. No, the mana in my body is almost exhausted."

Someone exclaimed, and soon discovered the strangeness of the black energy.

But as soon as the man finished speaking, he soon let out a shrill scream, and then became silent.

People around were shocked and didn't know what happened.

There was the first person, and soon there was the second person, and more and more screams continued to be heard.

"Palace Master, the speed of mana replenishment cannot keep up at all. If this continues, our mana will be exhausted and invaded by this black energy."

A seventh-level cultivator shouted. Hearing the tragic death of people around him, even he felt the crisis.

The blood-red ancestor's expression was extremely ugly, and he pondered for a moment and said: "The only plan for now is to escape. The deputy hall master and I will hold on for a while, and the rest of the people who can still move should try to escape as much as possible."

At this time, even if the Blood-Red Ancestor doesn't want to, he can only abandon his pawn to save his chariot.

If you can keep a part of it, it's a part. As long as it's not completely destroyed, the punishment won't be too severe when the time comes.

Hearing this, several of the stronger ones among the seventh and sixth levels did not hesitate to break out.

Although they were oppressed by the pressure, they were not unable to move.

However, if they could move, those five-level and four-level ones would be miserable, and each one of them would cry out in despair.

"Palace Master, help me, I don't want to die yet."

"Palace Master, don't leave us behind. We are dedicated to the temple and have no intention of betrayal."

The calls for help kept ringing out, but at this time, those at the sixth and seventh levels had nothing to do but take care of themselves, so they had no time to care about them.

As for the Blood-Red Ancestor and Taylor, they had to use all their strength to hold up the stick shadow and prevent it from falling.

Ning Xiaolei looked at the scene below calmly in the air and did not take any further action.

Even if these people escape, they will not have much strength left, and they can be surrounded and killed by the Water Qilin King.

What's more, as the big centipede in the sky continues to spit out black gas, the area covered by the black gas below is getting wider and wider, and the concentration has become much thicker. It is not that easy to escape.

"Uh, no, damn it!"

A late-level sixth-level man who was about to escape to the edge suddenly screamed. His mana was exhausted at this moment, and he could no longer hold on and was swallowed by the black energy.

In just a short moment, the skin and flesh disappeared, the bones shattered, and turned into a pool of blood.

"escape!"

Seeing that the time was almost up and he might stay if he didn't leave, the Blood-Red Ancestor shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a red light and flew out quickly.

Taylor's reaction was no slower than that of the Blood-Red Ancestor, and the golden light flashed closely behind him.

As soon as the two of them left, the shadow of the stick in the air crashed down without anyone stopping them.

Amidst the loud rumbling, smoke and dust flew everywhere, gravel flew everywhere, and the entire island was shaken several times.

Those who did not escape were smashed into meat patties, and were soon corroded by the black air, leaving only a pool of blood.

The Blood-Red Ancestor and Taylor were also affected by the aftermath. They couldn't help opening their mouths and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. They were seriously injured.

When all the dust settled, there were only two palace masters left in the Blood Fire Temple branch, as well as three seventh-level and two sixth-level.

Moreover, at this moment, these people all suffered injuries of varying severity and consumed a lot of mana.