Many monks stared at Jun Jun with unkind expressions. In the end, if he hadn't made his own decisions, more than two hundred of his fellow disciples might not have perished!
Yan Yan felt weak, coughed slightly, and said: "I didn't mean it, I just wanted everyone to rest more."
Some monks couldn't bear it anymore and sneered: "Huh! It's easy to say that more than two hundred of my fellow disciples died here because of your words!"
"That's because they are not strong enough. If you are afraid of death, don't follow them into the valley!"
"Senior Brother Yan, we are all from the same sect, but you actually said such a thing!"
"okay."
Seeing that the atmosphere of the crowd was not right and the quarrel was getting worse, Uncle Liang shouted angrily and interrupted the quarrel.
Tang Yu felt irritable, frowned slightly, waved his hands and said: "Everyone, please be quiet, it was my decision that was wrong."
Tang Yu took a deep breath, came to Su Zimo, and asked in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist, what should we do next?"
"We can only continue on our way and find the ruins of the Danchi Sect as soon as possible in order to get rid of the threat of many monsters in the valley."
"good."
Tang Yu gave an order and everyone continued to move forward.
Not far away, the mist surged in front of me. A few hundred feet away, a green feathered eagle vibrated its wings and came galloping at an extremely fast speed, with murderous intent flashing in its eyes!
Ancient relics!
After running in the valley for nearly an hour, an ancient relic finally appeared!
Due to the fog, the other Danyang Sect monks could not see any trace of the Green Feather Eagle, but Su Zimo's eyes were sharp and he had noticed it long ago.
"Condensation!"
Su Zimo split out six flying swords and flew through the air, leaving streaks of sword energy behind to form a six-pointed star sword array, and the array pattern was filled with light!
To deal with the ancient relics, it is already difficult to kill them just by relying on the skill of sword control.
In order to save spiritual energy, Su Zimo did not directly use the Zhuzhao Sword Formation, but instead formed a Liuhe Sword Formation, pointed forward, and the sword formation broke through the air.
When many monks saw Su Zimo's sudden attack, they didn't know why.
But not long after, deep in the mist ahead, there was a mournful sound of wild geese.
After a while, the Liuhe Sword Formation flew back again, and Su Zimo looked as normal, as if nothing had happened.
As everyone went deeper into the valley, large groups of ancient creatures no longer appeared, but ancient relics began to appear.
Most of the time, before these ancient relics could rush forward, Su Zimo had already taken the first step and killed them.
Continuing deeper, everyone was safe, but their expressions became more solemn.
The sky is getting dark!
Everyone's sight range narrowed again.
In the dark and empty valley, smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, everyone's heart became extremely depressed and fearful.
The ruins of Danchi Sect have not yet been found.
This means that everyone will move forward in the dark night!
Not long after, night finally fell and everything was pitch black.
Originally, everyone could still see a distance of ten feet, but now, this range has shrunk to three feet!
At some point, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
There were no birds chirping or animals roaring, not even the screams and shouts of the monks.
It seemed that in an instant, all the monsters hid and disappeared without a trace!
It's like the calm before the storm.
The silence is eerie, the silence is eerie, the silence is terrifying!
Under the leadership of Su Zimo, everyone moved forward and could even hear their own beating heartbeats.
Everyone stepped on dead branches and leaves under their feet, making a rustling sound, which was particularly harsh.
"What, what's going on?"
"Why is there not a single monster left?"
Finally, someone couldn't bear the oppression, gasped slightly, and asked in a trembling voice.
Tang Yu was also a little scared.
In this dark night, she even smelled the breath of death!
Now, the only thing that could calm her down was the not-so-forgiving but tall figure in front of her.
It seems that as long as this figure does not fall, their hope will never be extinguished.
The darkness ahead is full of unknowns and dangers.
But Su Zimo's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, and he just kept moving forward.
Suddenly, Su Zimo stopped and a low voice sounded, calm and calm, but what he said made everyone change their colors in shock!
"Everyone prepare for a fierce battle, the beast tide is about to attack!"
Beast tide!
Hearing these two words, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.
Su Zimo squinted his eyes and looked around, with a cold light jumping in his eyes, and said slowly: "And it's...a beast tide composed of ancient relics!"
"ah!"
"What!"
There was an uproar in the crowd.
Just one ancient relic is enough to give many monks a headache.
If a tide of beasts composed of ancient relics comes overwhelmingly and attacks, who in this ancient battlefield can resist
Which sect can survive
"Now, now, I, I, we go back, is it still too late?"
Finally, one of the monks couldn't bear the pressure, and his voice trembled with a hint of crying.
On the ground, there were faint fluctuations, like thousands of troops rushing past. Even if they couldn't see, everyone could feel the ferocious and tragic aura coming from directly in front!
That's too late.
No need for Su Zimo to answer, this man already knew the answer.
The most worrying situation has finally arrived.
Moreover, it is scarier than imagined!
The ground shook more and more violently!
Many monks clearly knew that there were endless relics and strange beasts coming towards this place at this time, but the terrible thing was that under the fog of night, no one could see them at all!
Some monks couldn't bear it. Under the trembling of the ground, their legs weakened and they collapsed on the ground. Their minds were completely broken and they cried feebly.
In the face of death, there is no difference between cultivators and mortals. They are just as humble, as powerless, and as devoid of dignity.
"what to do?"
Tang Yu looked at Su Zimo and asked subconsciously.
Su Zimo said calmly: "Of course, I'll go up to him."
Of course, come forward!
A few simple words, but they convey a sense of arrogance and fearlessness!
Everyone, including Tang Yu himself, was thinking about how to survive and how to escape, but Su Zimo was thinking about going upstream!
Tang Yu was shocked, turned his head and looked at Su Zimo's side face.
Although Su Zimo's side face was a little blurry in the night, his eyes were still bright, like two stars in the dark night, shining brightly.
Su Zimo seemed to be aware of it. He glanced sideways, smiled lightly, and asked, "Is there still a way out?"
Tang Yu was stunned.
Yes, is there any way out
When the beast tide composed of ancient relics surged in, they had no way out.
Even if you turn around and run away at this time, you will never escape the pursuit of the ancient relics!
"Everyone, I know how desperate you are now. However, this is a test, a test of life and death! Those who are afraid, timid, and withdrawn will have only one ending, which is to fall."
Su Zimo's voice sounded firm and powerful: "Since we have no retreat, we can only move forward with the sword in our hands..."
"Fight your way out!"