Immortal Palace Longevity

The barrier formed by the formation was like a last ray of light, and the spiritual light suddenly became stronger. Then, one after another, dense cracks spread across the barrier, quickly covering the entire barrier.

"Bang"

Finally, like the glass of a window shattered, it was torn into pieces under the attack of the enemy monks, turned into stardust all over the sky, and then merged into the darkness and dissipated into nothingness.

With the spiritual sense of the monks, it can be clearly felt that the concentration of spiritual energy in this area has suddenly increased a lot. This is because the formation absorbed from the spiritual veins, and the spiritual energy that has not been consumed has been integrated into the air.

"Puff!"

As the host of the formation, when the formation was broken, Cao Mengyu was inevitably backlashed. He suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weakened a lot.

With the formation as a support, he is not an opponent, and if the formation is broken, he is even less of an opponent.

The cultivators of Yuanyang Sect in the formation certainly would not stay there and wait for death. At the moment the formation was broken, they turned around and fled.

One by one, the Qi Refining disciples drove their magic tools to fly to the south, which was the opposite direction of the north and the road to Wangyue City.

Some clever cultivators did not follow the main force, but flew to the left and right. In order to avoid being chased by the enemy's main force, they did not gather together but dispersed. In a blink of an eye, they ran a hundred feet away and were about to disappear in the darkness.

The reaction of the Qi Refining disciples was so fast, let alone the Foundation Establishment cultivators?

Yan Hongyu, Li Bu Tong, Ding Hui, Cao Mengyu and other Foundation Establishment cultivators had already prepared, and their reactions were faster. They drove their magic tools and flew two or three miles away in a blink of an eye.

Several people fled in a tacit understanding and flew in different directions. Whether they could escape depended on God's will. Cao Mengyu was seriously injured by the backlash of the formation, so he fell to the back.

But at this time, it was a matter of life and death, and every breath of time was crucial. She didn't have time to escape, so how could she care about others? So no one came to her aid.

But she was not the last foundation-building cultivator. The last one was Liu Yu. When the formation was broken, he seemed to be "dazed" for a while before reacting. Then he drove the magic weapon "in a panic" and retreated backwards, just in the direction of the entrance to the spiritual medicine garden.

Because she was at the end, the other foundation-building cultivators of Yuanyang Sect did not pay much attention to Liu Yu's situation.

Holding on until the formation was broken was considered to have completed the sect's mission. After all, the enemy cultivators were powerful, and staying in place to fight the enemy was definitely a dead end. It was meaningless to change nothing, and it was just sending death in vain.

"You, you, go to the entrance of the spiritual medicine garden to prevent anyone from messing around."

"Others, follow me to chase!"

Qi Shaoan gave a sinister order, then took out a long pink fan, turned into a pink escape light and quickly chased Li Bu Tong.

Its speed of flight and spiritual pressure far exceeded that of ordinary foundation-building cultivators, and the plain-looking long fan, its pressure was much higher than that of a top-grade spiritual weapon.

It was time to reap the fruits of their labor. Killing an opponent's foundation-building cultivator not only gave them their own financial spoils, but also earned them a considerable amount of merit after returning. These were all real spiritual stones!

The reaction of the other foundation-building cultivators in the Hehuan Sect camp was not much slower than that of Yan Hongyu and Li Bu Tong. They all had grim smiles on their faces. As soon as the formation disappeared, they drove their magic weapons to chase closely behind. The distance between the two sides did not widen, but was slowly shrinking.

In the night sky, the escape lights were as bright as meteors, approaching quickly and then going away. The escape lights of various colors spread in all directions, as beautiful as the salutes exploding in the night sky.

In a flash, the place where the two camps fought was empty, leaving only traces of spells and magic weapons, showing everything that had just happened.

Two of the four late-stage foundation-building cultivators chased Yan Hongyu relentlessly, while the other two late-stage foundation-building cultivators each chose a mid-stage foundation-building Yuanyang Sect cultivator to chase and kill. The mid-stage foundation-building cultivators either cooperated to hunt and kill cultivators of the same level, or simply hunted cultivators of the early-stage foundation-building to earn steady profits.

In addition to cooperating with fellow cultivators to hunt and kill cultivators of the same level, some early-stage foundation-building cultivators simply chased and killed the Yuanyang Sect Qi Refining Stage cultivators. This way there was no risk, and as long as the number of hunts was large enough, the profit would not be much lower than that of others.

As for the convention that high-level cultivators were not allowed to kill low-level cultivators at will, who would care about this on the battlefield?

"Ding"

Liu Yu flew away quickly with the Mother-and-Child Soul Chasing Blade, and controlled the Sharp Gold Sword to resist the attacks of the enemy cultivators. After one blow, he pretended to be defeated and let the Sharp Gold Sword be knocked back.

At this time, he was targeted by a mid-stage foundation building cultivator from the enemy. Judging from his relentless pursuit, he had already regarded Liu Yu as his target.

The man who was chasing him looked to be in his seventies or eighties, an old man with a white beard and a vicissitudes of life. He had deep magical power and rich experience, and his cultivation aura had reached the peak of the mid-stage foundation building.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, my friend? I have no ill intentions."

"As long as my friend hands over these two top-grade magic weapons, I promise to turn around and leave without chasing you. How about it?"

The white-bearded old man stepped on a pitch-black iron chain and followed closely behind. His eyes were full of greed when he looked at Liu Yu, and he was even more coveting the two top-grade magic weapons. It was obviously because of this reason that he was targeting him.

As he finished speaking, the black iron chain under his feet glowed brightly, and the speed increased a little bit. His spiritual consciousness locked onto Liu Yu tightly, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.

The white-bearded old man saw that Liu Yu's cultivation was ordinary but he had two top-quality magic weapons. He guessed that his net worth should be quite high. His cultivation was ordinary but he had a lot of money. Isn't this the best target?

According to his many years of experience in practicing, this kind of monks are easier to succeed and have more fuel and water, making them the best targets, so he pursues them decisively.

"Hand over the magic weapon and turn around and leave?"

Liu Yu sneered in her heart, saying this was enough to deceive a three-year-old child.

However, he was not interested in giving in, but as soon as he raised his magic power, he quickly flew towards the entrance of the elixir garden, ignoring the bewitching words of the white-bearded old man.

Only five or six breaths have passed since the formation was broken. Li BuTong, who is the fastest in practicing wind attribute skills, has only escaped four miles away and is still within the range of Liu Yu's consciousness. Several other foundation-building monks have Still about three miles away.

"Ah! Uh-huh!"

At this time, some of the slower disciples had been overtaken by the enemy cultivators. Facing an enemy cultivator that was several times their size, they had no power to resist. They only had time to let out a scream and then died out.

The Qi Refining Stage monks were besieging and killing the Qi Refining Stage monks, and the Foundation Establishment Stage monks were also massacring the Qi Refining Stage monks. In a short period of time, Yuanyang Sect's Qi Refining Stage disciples had suffered a large number of casualties, and screams pierced the night sky one after another.

No monk will be soft-hearted. In the fight, you will die or I will die. The cruelty of the world of immortality can be seen clearly.