Disaster Strikes

Just when the people from Hehuan Sect and Spirit Beast Mountain were about to surround and kill Yang Yuanzi, a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

Buzz.

A large area of ​​fiery red color suddenly appeared at the end of the road, followed by panicked screams from the Spirit Beast Mountain disciples, who all put away their summoned spirit beasts.

Chen Mo and others couldn't help but look at the past, their expressions also changed greatly.

The overwhelming swarm of fire ants was attacking unstoppably from a distance, devouring everything in its path. The corpses left behind turned into skeletons in just a short moment.

Immediately afterwards, these skeletons were corroded into ashes by the residual fire poison.

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"Oh my God, there are so many!"

"Run quickly."

First, the disciples from Spirit Beast Mountain panicked and dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect were shocked and in chaos.

Even Taoist Scorpio, Master Yulu and Fairy Goupo who were besieging Yang Yuanzi also took a breath of cold air.

Such a huge ant colony.

Not to mention these Foundation-Building monks, even the Golden Core monks would probably have a narrow escape from such a huge ant colony and could only avoid their sharp edges.

In particular, the dozen or so poisonous flying scorpions controlled by Taoist Scorpio showed signs of being out of control, so he hurriedly put away these spiritual insects like the Qi training disciples.

"Two fellow Taoists, I apologize for not being able to accompany you."

Then he didn't hesitate at all and fled towards the mountain.

"hateful."

Although Yulu Zhenren and Goupo Fairy didn't want to fail, they saw that millions of ant colonies, each of which was more than ten centimeters in size, were approaching with the momentum of swallowing up mountains and rivers. If they didn't want to be buried here with Yang Yuanzi, , and can only let it go.

"God will never die, I will record what you have done!"

Yang Yuanzi's energy and blood were weak. After saying a harsh word, he ran away and disappeared.

Along the winding mountain road, everyone from the Hehuan Sect came to the meditation hall and took a short rest.

Fairy Goupo came out to appease everyone.

"There is a forbidden protection here. The ants cannot approach. Everyone can rest here peacefully. Yang Yuanzi cannot survive this secret realm."

The Zen Hall is located at a crossroads.

Sure enough, as Fairy Gou Po said, when the ants approached, a faint Buddhist light emitted from the meditation hall, driving the ants away, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But just then.

In the other direction, a group of Soul Valley disciples suddenly jumped out.

After discovering the ant colony, these people were also frightened and hurriedly ran towards the meditation hall. Apparently they also wanted to avoid the ant colony through the ban on this place.

"Old Demon of Rain and Dew!!"

The leading male Foundation-building cultivator among these Luopo Valley monks, after seeing the real Yulu, he immediately let out a hysterical roar, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Come and die!"

Immediately afterwards, he took out a flag-shaped magic weapon. After it rose to two meters, he grasped it in his hand. From a distance of nearly a hundred meters, he waved it fiercely towards Master Yulu.

All of a sudden.

The biting cold wind blew violently.

Tip: Qi and blood -2.

Tip: Qi and blood -1.

Tip: Qi and blood...

Although the main direction of the foundation-building monk's attack was not on Chen Mo's side, he was also prompted to be harmed and was obviously affected.

The biting cold penetrates deep into the bone marrow and penetrates the soul.

This actually gave Chen Mo a delusion, as if his blood was about to solidify.

His body couldn't help but tremble, not just physically, but because of the continued impact on his soul.

"Is this the power of Luo Luo Feng?"

The disciples of Hehuan Sect, who had just rested for a while, had no choice but to turn on their body-protecting auras and use various magic weapons to fight against the Luopo Valley disciples who broke into the ancestral hall.

"Hehe, that person is the Luohun layman."

It was the Wind Whisperer who came closer to Chen Mo and exclaimed, then let out an excited laugh.

He was obviously very keen on this kind of small-scale team battle. He couldn't help but lick his lips. The income from entering the secret realm for just two days was worth the overall income from his previous two disaster missions. This world is really a mess. A land of wealth.

Lost soul layman?

Chen Mo couldn't help but think of some clues he had investigated before.

The female cultivator from Luo Po Valley who was the foundation-building cultivator of Master Yu Lu at the time was the junior sister of Lay Master Luo Soul.

With this, Master Yulu was promoted to the middle stage of foundation construction, but it also caused the Hehuan Sect and the Luopo Valley to fight for several years. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and he also lost the demon doll as a result, which can be said to be a mixed blessing.

"Our luck is really good enough."

Chen Mo laughed at himself.

In addition to the Luohun layman, there is another foundation-building female cultivator in the Luopo Valley, but the number of qi training disciples is obviously less than that of the Hehuan Sect.

"I am Bai Qixiu in Luopo Valley. I am studying under Taoist Yumu. The three of you have accepted."

A scene that shocked the three people appeared.

The war broke out suddenly, and the three people who were fishing in troubled waters on the edge of the river had not yet set off. One person approached the three of them and introduced himself to them.

He is dressed in white and holds a folding fan. He is handsome and has extraordinary appearance.

"Concession? Go to hell!"

The Wind Whisperer seemed to be quite dissatisfied with this man's pretentious behavior, so he was furious and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Bai Qixiu was quite calm and calm.

Now outside the meditation hall, it has been surrounded by a swarm of fire ants. It will take some time to completely leave. The two sides are fighting to the death due to the grudges between the elders of the sect. It can be said that each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Advantages of the Valley of Desolation.

Firstly, the Hehuan Sect monks were in obviously poor condition.

Secondly, the space here is not big. The wind of desolation has a huge impact area. If many brothers and sisters continue to overlap, the power can be said to be doubled.

The advantage of the Hehuan Sect is that they have a large number of people, and the puppets are not affected by the dead air environment of the secret realm.

The wind whisperer who rushed towards Bai Qixiu soon realized that something was wrong.

The buzzing sound in his ears made his steps seem a little shaky.

Chen Mo and Ning Ying's faces also became solemn.

Although these disciples of the Luopo Valley each faced different enemies, every time they launched the wind of desolation, in addition to the disciples of the Hehuan Sect who were their main targets, other people nearby would also be affected by the aftermath.

Especially the two foundation-building monks.

The Hehuan Sect monks within nearly 100 meters around were continuously affected.

The key is that after these waves overlap, not only will they cause blood damage, but they will also cause continuous mental attacks.

Chen Mo was fine with his Tongzi Gong, but Ning Ying needed to put on a white magic shield to resist.

"So that's how it is."

After approaching Bai Qixiu for more than ten meters, the Wind Speaker was slapped hard by his paper fan, and the wind of desolation surged over, and he immediately understood the trick.

The Wind Speaker glared at him fiercely, but finally chose to withdraw and fly back to Chen Mo and Ning Ying.

"Wait another 10 seconds."

Ning Ying indicated that her white magic shield was still cooling, and the Wind Speaker nodded silently.

The Gou Po Fairy also noticed something was wrong.

Seeing that many disciples of the He Huan Sect were staggering, they were like a pile of scattered sand under the attack of the monks of the Luo Po Valley, and were completely suppressed by the opponent.

On the other hand, the monks of the Luo Po Valley had a neat formation and matched each other exquisitely.

So she shouted immediately.

"All disciples, listen to my order, follow my magic puppet to attack one place and tear their formation apart."

The demon monk put his hands together, and summoned the golden bell phantom on his body again, and then took the lead and rushed towards many monks of the Luo Po Valley.

No matter how violent the wind of desolation was, the Golden Bell remained the same.

When he was about ten meters away from the disciples of the Desolation Valley, more and more wind of desolation attacked him. Although the Golden Bell still exuded the indestructible aura of Vajra, he was still struggling and fell into a stalemate.

But behind him, there were many disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Take this opportunity.

Everyone offered up magic weapons and interfered with the spells of the disciples of the Desolation Valley, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

"Good opportunity!"

Seeing this, the Wind Whisperer showed a look of joy, and at the same time, he noticed the white magic shield on his body and smiled at Ning Ying.

"Thank you."

Then he approached Bai Qixiu again.

There were seven true disciples of the Hehuan Sect gathered here, so he was not the only one who tried close combat.

The chaos of the monks of the Desolation Valley made Bai Qixiu anxious.

Sensing that the Wind Whisperer was approaching him again, Bai Qixiu could only draw up the true energy in his body, transform it into the Desolate Wind in his hand, and then amplify it with the paper fan magic weapon, and fan it fiercely at this person.

The consequence of being hit by the Desolate Wind directly is that the power of consciousness will be directly hit, making him dizzy and dizzy.

Then there is the accompanying cold air, which will make the recipient's body stiff.

Finally, it will directly hit the soul until the three souls and seven spirits are blown away. It can be said to be one of the top magical powers of Leilan Country, and it is not inferior to other sects' unique skills.

When many people use the Desolate Wind together and amplify it with magic weapons, it can also produce a miraculous effect of mutual superposition and amplification.

The Desolate Wind has a very large area, which is almost unavoidable for ordinary cultivators.

But it is only for ordinary cultivators.

The Wind Whisperer sneered, his eyes were full of violent bloodthirstiness, and he immediately activated the D-level skill, Flying Slash Lv7.

Flying Slash: You need to hold the weapon with both hands, with both arms rotating at high speed, sprint forward ten meters quickly, and cause damage to enemies along the way.

Lv4 additional attribute: Speed ​​+3 after the skill ends, lasts for 20 seconds.

Lv7 additional attribute: During the skill casting process, a layer of resistance aura will be formed on the body surface, which can offset the deceleration and curse effects.

The Windtalker chose to launch the physical skill, relying on the Lv7 additional attribute of this skill to offset the deceleration effect of the Fallen Wind.

The white magic shield on his body is used to resist the indirect influence of other Fallen Valley monks.

For senior melee natural disasters.

It is almost a compulsory homework to offset various negative states and control states through small skills.

The Windtalker held a dagger in both hands, sprinted at high speed, and rushed to Bai Qixiu in one breath against the Fallen Wind, and casually used a set of small skills to combo.

Bai Qixiu's body protection aura suddenly dimmed a lot.

He was shocked.

He immediately slapped the storage bag, took out a small black shield, and used the object control technique to protect him tightly in front of him.

His action was undoubtedly the instinctive behavior of many other monks in the Fallen Valley, who began to use defensive magic weapons.

In this way.

The power of the overlapping Fallen Wind was undoubtedly greatly reduced.

Seeing this, the Inverted Demon Monk had a grim smile on his face.

He stared with his eyes wide open, and a monk in the Fallen Valley more than ten meters away from him actually screamed, and his body was sucked over uncontrollably.

"Big Stone Smasher!"

With a bang.

This disciple of the Fallen Valley could not even withstand the force of the Inverted Demon Monk's attack. He was picked up and thrown to the ground, and the protective aura was shattered on the spot.

His body was like an exploding watermelon, with scarlet blood and flesh flying everywhere. The scene was quite miserable.