The black light in Potianmei's heart swept across the sky. The red mist that was originally surging non-stop made a continuous "hissing" sound the moment it came into contact with the black light, and the blue sky slowly appeared above his head, as if ice and snow were melting.
Potian's attack caused more red flat monsters on the palace wall to fly up. Pieces of red "wall skin" were peeled off, and with the continuous sharp whistling sounds, the attack became several times more fierce.
But often, as soon as they came into contact with the black glow, their bodies would begin to melt into water like the red mist, and before they even hit the ground, they would have already turned into streams of water vapor and disappeared.
Suddenly, a large area of space appeared in front of Potian and the others, which made Potian and the monsters behind him fly a little faster.
Potian looked at the first-level monster behind him and smiled. These were all his good boys. Although he had activated his innate magical powers, he would still have time to recover from the consumption as long as he distanced himself from the huge black shadow behind him within ten miles.
But just after they quickly moved forward another hundred feet, suddenly Potian's heart trembled, and then his face changed drastically.
In Potian's divine consciousness, a large red wave suddenly appeared in front of him, flying towards him in an overwhelming manner. There were countless of them, densely packed. They were more red flat monsters, rushing towards him with screams.
Potian was filled with shock and anger. The restriction in front was suddenly triggered to attack the back. This was not the situation that would occur in a level. He looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar.
"This is not a normal cycle of life and death!!"
However, he did not realize that in this sky-high red cloud, there were actually a few surviving bee poisons flying around. Even if he had discovered them, he might have thought that they were also illusions created by the forbidden attacks here.
After Li Yan exited the yellow light band, he quickly rushed to the white light band on the other side. There was a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.
“I think when Sixth Senior Sister and the others encounter this group of monsters, the pressure will be minimal!”
The bee poison that he had just released was a kind of poisonous insect that did not require essence and blood to cultivate and won by numbers. It was what he had asked Zhao Min for in the past few years. On the one hand, he wanted to study the poison of the poisonous insect, and on the other hand, he was curious about the poisonous insect.
After obtaining these dozens of bee poisons, Li Yan first experimented with the poison and found that they posed no threat to him at all. However, he still found them novel and did not return them to Zhao Min. Instead, he simply refined them himself and kept them.
In the yellow light band, he released more than a dozen bee Gu. Wherever the bee Gu went, the originally quiet ban would be triggered.
At that time, the attacks that would have been triggered one by one as Potian and his men fought their way forward were all triggered and erupted in advance in a short period of time, and the number of red flat monsters that Potian faced instantly increased several times.
Li Yan looked at the pure white light band that was getting closer and closer, dancing like a willow branch in the wind, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
After just a few shakes, he was already standing on the pure white light band, his figure rising and falling with the dance of the white light band...
A layer of cold frost seemed to cover Wang Lang's handsome face. He looked at all the nine-stars around him, and then at the forty-three Qi Condensation stage cultivators from the two sects behind him.
He held a blue diamond crystal in one hand and kept making hand gestures with the other. Every time he waved his hand, dozens of sword lights would whizz in from the sky, leaving traces of coming and going, as powerful as lightning.
These sword lights came from the sky and hit the dark and strange eagles above the Iron Lock Bridge like rain. For a moment, feathers flew everywhere and blood and flesh whirled everywhere.
These strange eagles were completely black, yet their bodies were as soft as iron. The Qi Condensation cultivators behind them could not hurt them unless they attacked with all their strength at level ten or above. Otherwise, they could only knock them back several feet and then fly back into the sky.
The black strange eagle has a long pointed beak like a crane's beak. The huge beak, about two feet long, is flashing with an enchanting green light. Every time it pecks, the long beak rubs against the air, making a sharp sound like cloth being torn apart.
The sound was dozens of times louder, making one's teeth ache, eardrums crack, and headaches worse.
The sharp beak is incredibly powerful. The protective aura of a Qi Condensation cultivator will often be shattered into tiny specks of light after just two or three pecks. If one cannot dodge in time, the sharp beak will pass through the body in the next moment.
The strange eagle's pair of sharp claws are even more peculiar. They only have two fingers, which are spread out vertically in a straight line. Both ends are extremely sharp claw hooks. On the straight-shaped fingertips, there is a white bone spur like a knife blade.
Just like a thin knife, once the sharp claws grab the opponent, they will bend and contract in an instant, and can cut the object caught by the two fingers into two pieces.
At this moment, they were standing on an iron chain bridge with several long iron chain railings on both sides of the bridge. There was nothing under their feet except square wooden boards laid on several iron chains.
And beneath the wooden boards and iron chains was the roaring and raging river.
Quan Jiuxing was trying his best to deal with the attack from his feet. In the rolling river, there were constantly golden snakes leaping up. These golden snakes were like thin threads, about half a foot long, with extremely sharp triangular heads. A pair of small eyes on the top of their heads revealed a bloodthirsty light, and rows of fine and broken teeth flashed with cold light. They shot out from the roaring river in groups, shooting at the monks walking on the iron chain bridge like a rain of arrows.
When the monks' swords or spiritual weapons hit them, sparks would fly and then they would fall down, but they would often just use the power of the waves stirred up in the river to fearlessly rush towards the monks on the bridge again.
For a moment, whether it was the huge wind brought by the huge wings of the black monster eagle in the sky, or the rebound of the golden snake hitting the bridge after its attack, or the continuous magic power of the monks, the iron-locked horizontal bridge in the middle of the river shook violently, and the figures of the people on the bridge were shaking all the time.
These situations were already a headache, but the most terrifying thing was the surging river water below. No one knew what kind of river water it was, but with the raging waves splashing, if only a drop fell on the bridge, the wooden boards there would be corroded instantly.
When the long iron chain is touched by the river water, a burst of black smoke will immediately come out, and then a deep dent will appear on the extremely sturdy iron chain.
Every time those golden little snakes jumped out of the river, they would bring a lot of river water with them, which made the monks of Taixuan Sect and Shibuyuan miserable. Fortunately, Wang Lang and Quan Jiuxing were responsible for dealing with the attacks from the sky and the river below respectively.
They held the blue diamond crystal in one hand and protected a large area of space with the other hand. Only a small part of the attacks would fall on the Qi Condensation cultivators, which reduced the threat to the Qi Condensation cultivators by half.
But even so, a quarter of an hour after they entered the pass, the number of people had been reduced from 49 to 43, and they had only advanced about four miles.
Looking at the rising fog in the river ahead covering the long iron-chain bridge in front, although everyone calculated in their hearts that it was still about six miles away, for a moment everyone felt that the bridge was extremely long and every step was extremely difficult.
"This level is so difficult, the levels to come will only get harder. The loss in this level may be even greater than the loss in the ball just now."
Wang Lang had a gloomy face and whispered to Jiuxing who was trying his best to resist the attack from below.
"Does my brother have a solution? We don't have any tricks here to change the situation. We can only take one step at a time. Just as my brother said, by the time we reach the Shili junction, there will probably be only about thirty people left."
Quan Jiuxing also lost his usual gentleness and said with an embarrassed look. For a moment, apart from the various explosions, there was silence between the two of them.
After a dozen breaths, Wang Lang, who was moving forward quickly and continuously sending out sword energy, spoke again.
"You and I were not very lucky this time. We encountered monsters in the first level and didn't meet up until the second level. We encountered monsters again in the third level and it took the death of eleven Qi Condensation cultivators before we completely wiped out the enemy. How could we be so unlucky that we didn't encounter those evil cultivators from the Wuliang Sect at any level?"
"There are eight teams of monsters in total. We have already encountered three of them in the first three levels. The ones in this level are most likely from the Wuliang Sect or the Pure Land Sect."
Quan Jiuxing's handsome face was actually filled with murderous intent and unwillingness.
This is no wonder. There are only eight teams of monsters, and they encountered three of them one after another. According to the probability, their ambition to annihilate the entire team of the Wuliang Sect has always failed.
And at this moment, Wang Lang suddenly smiled.
"Brother Quan, you won the chance to enter the sphere in the last level, so I should be the one to enter this level."
There was obvious reluctance in his tone when he said this. In the previous level, the two of them made a bet that each would deal with the forbidden attack on one side, and whoever reached ten miles first would be the first to enter the ball.
After determining the target, Wang Lang and his group of sword cultivators charged forward recklessly, invincible. However, when they advanced about eight miles, they slowed down because they ran out of energy.
The sword cultivators’ attacks are extremely sharp, but they also consume a huge amount of mana, so their fighting method is to fight quickly and decisively.
In the end, Wang Lang and his group were actually slowly caught up by the Taixuan Sect. How could he accept this? This is not to say that the sword cultivators of the Ten-Step Academy are not as good as the cultivators of the Taixuan Sect, but quite the opposite. If they were to fight face to face, 70% of the time the Ten-Step Academy would win.
After losing the bet, Wang Lang's face became gloomy, and he looked at his group of Qi Condensation cultivators with a displeased expression.
Fortunately, these Qi Condensation monks have died in batches while training under him over the past few decades. The remaining people have long since become indifferent to life and death. Although they are still awe-inspiring in their hearts, they all have no expression on their faces.
At the last level, in the end, only Quan Jiuxing and the two sects' cultivators had to enter the sphere, leaving Wang Lang alone guarding outside the sphere. He looked worriedly at the huge black shadow in the sky behind him from time to time, terrified.