The demons and foreign monks made a desperate effort and their attacks became more and more fierce. Almost in an instant, dazzling lights from the monks' self-explosion appeared in dozens of places on the battlefield.
Among them were many demon cultivators and foreign cultivators who were seriously injured or defeated by their opponents, and half of them were South China Sea cultivators whose restrictions had been activated. The demons no longer had any reservations towards the South China Sea cultivators.
It was only a moment's delay, and without any external support, Wei Chongran was caught up by the giant hand in an instant.
The huge palm was like a world-destroying demon god descending into the world, and it reached out to Wei Chongran.
This grip was earth-shaking, just like an old man slowly closing his five fingers. As his five fingers came together, the huge peak of rubble that was pouring into the abyss above was carried away by the wind from his fingers.
With a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, it turned into powder all over the sky.
Wei Chongran's lightning-fast figure shuttled through the rubble. He was trying his best and with all his might, he had already burst out with an unprecedented speed.
But no matter how fast he was, he still couldn't escape the range of the five fingers that were slowly closing. The five fingers were like an ever-expanding cage of heaven and earth, firmly locking onto Wei Chongran's figure which had turned into a residual shadow.
The huge force coming from below caused Wei Chongran's robe to shatter into pieces from the bottom of his robe upwards, turning into a ball of flying ash.
He closed his lips tightly, and his whole body was filled with spiritual light. The spiritual power in his two dantians was like a surging tide, making a "boom boom boom" sound in his body, and the spiritual power quickly passed through his tendons and veins.
This is Wei Chongran’s biggest secret. He is different from ordinary people. He has two dantian seas in his purple organs. His magic power is two to three times that of other cultivators of the same level.
He could already barely use some magical skills that could only be used by cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage.
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Li Yan kicked a demon cultivator in front of him, breaking his bones and tendons, but before his eyes he saw two more demon cultivators rushing up at him.
A wisp of his spiritual consciousness was constantly scanning the cracks in the Yinmo Cliff. Wei Chongran's utmost love and righteousness made Li Yan, who was already a little heartless, respect this master very much.
On the other side, Gong Chenying and the other two were also frantically attacked and blocked by waves of desperate demon cultivators.
Because at this time, there were very few Foundation Establishment cultivators who rushed to the edge of the cliff, and even most of the Golden Core cultivators were hesitant in their hearts.
There were quite a few demons in the abyss just now, and their powerful cultivation was sucked away without a trace in an instant. The foundation-building cultivators didn't dare to get close anymore, so they just killed the demons nearby.
But Gong Chenying and the others just wanted to get closer to the edge of the cliff, regardless of the consequences.
Under the madness of the evil cultivator, Lin Daqiao suffered two serious injuries again. Li Yan and the other two had to protect Lin Daqiao to reduce the enemy's attacks on him.
And in the distance, there was a figure who was like a madman, rushing down towards the crack of Yinmo Cliff regardless of everything. That man was Li Wuyi. At this moment, he didn't have any of his usual elegance and calmness.
But the more he did this, the more he attracted wave after wave of attacks from the demon cultivators. They all saw that Li Wuyi had a good cultivation base, and that this kind of person might be hiding a huge trump card.
Once he gets close, he is likely to help the fat monk at the bottom of the cliff to rush out.
Li Wuyi, Li Yan and the others had originally flown up from the crack in Yinmo Cliff, and because they had deliberately delayed behind, they were not too far away from the cliff.
Although Li Yan was assisting Gong Chenying and the others in advancing to the edge of the cliff, he was actually considering whether or not to rush over with all his strength.
Although he was thinking of Wei Chongran, the giant palm in the abyss of the Yinmo Cliff crack and the powerful suction generated below formed a natural barrier.
Li Yan felt that he had been nothing more than a burden in the past and could not help in any other way. Even if Li Wuyi went there now, he would not be able to help Wei Chongran in any way.
Li Yan already knew a lot about Wei Chongran's strength. He was a powerful being who had the ability to fight against Nascent Soul cultivators.
Under such circumstances, Wei Chongran himself became so embarrassed, hiding here and there, almost unable to resist. Although Li Wuyi's cultivation was much stronger than that of an ordinary Jindan early stage cultivator, it was still too weak.
At the same time, amid the noisy shouts and screams around him, Li Yan vaguely heard the anxious voice of his master's wife. He spread his spiritual sense in the direction of the sound and soon captured the figure of his master's wife, Zhao Zhi, far away.
Zhao Zhi's tall figure was still at least twenty miles away from the crack of Yinmo Cliff.
Li Yan didn't know where her master's wife had been ordered to guard before. It was difficult for her to get over there now. She didn't know how much time it would take just to cross the large and small battle groups in the middle.
The ordinary distance of twenty miles can be reached in just a thought for a Jindan cultivator.
But now, although Zhao Zhi and a dozen monks from the Wuliang Sect beside him were struggling to rush towards this side, they had to pay a huge price for every ten feet of progress, so it was impossible for them to break through in a short time.
The efforts of all the cultivators on Li Yan's side were just a matter of a moment. With the five fingers closing under the crack of Yinmo Cliff, Wei Chongran was almost in their hands.
Looking at the five fingers that were constantly closing in, no matter how high Wei Chongran rose, he could not break through and escape, as if he was trapped inside.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the five huge fingers that were getting closer and closer. The huge sense of oppression coming from all around made him begin to feel unable to breathe.
The aura outside his body was turning into dots of aura that were quickly dissipating amid the sound of "ding ding ding" as dense as rain.
His body was filled with waves of severe pain that pierced his soul. His bones made loud crackling sounds and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Wei Chongran's forehead, but he did not even utter a sound.
Suddenly, he uttered a low growl.
"Right now!"
Something suddenly flew out from his waist. In an instant, the aroma of wine filled the cracks of the Yinmo Cliff. A drop of amber liquid spun around and wrapped Wei Chongran in it.
Wei Chongran stopped all movements instantly, just like a human-shaped amber formed over tens of millions of years, sealed inside.
At this moment, the five fingers just closed together, and there was a crisp sound, like someone crushing a piece of porcelain. As everyone watching here stared in amazement, the liquid that seemed to disperse at the slightest gust of wind suddenly became stronger than ancient steel.
Those five huge fingers that seemed to be able to crush the heaven and earth suddenly began to break apart piece by piece under the violent clenching. Then, a painful groan came from the bottom of the abyss below the crack of Yinmo Cliff.
A loud shout was faintly heard by everyone.
"You bastard, you must die..."
The five fingers that were about to dissipate suddenly condensed into an index finger again in an instant, but this finger had become extremely light, as if it could be blown away by a breath.
But in fact, the huge peaks of gravel around the fingers were like balls of flour and were blown away.
Then, the finger quickly pointed towards Wei Chongran, and as the finger pressed down.
There were streaks of inky tobacco on the edges of the fingers that were rapidly dissipating. The fingers continued to fade as they moved, approaching a state of nothingness. This was the opponent's last ounce of strength, condensed into one final blow.
He was determined to kill Wei Chongran on the spot in order to calm the rage in his heart.
At this moment, the amber liquid outside Wei Chongran's body turned into wisps of amber mist when he clenched his five fingers just now, and it was also dissipating quickly.
In the blink of an eye, only a thin layer of amber was left covering the entire body.
Seeing that huge pillar-like finger pressing towards him, Wei Chongran's eyes became more fierce. He could feel the murderous intent brought by this faint and disappearing finger.
He shook his hands, and a pair of black gold hammers appeared in his hands. These were his natal magic weapons, which had accompanied him through a hundred years of battles.
At this moment, eight breaths had passed since he escaped from below. The suction from below was getting stronger and stronger, and Wei Chongran could hardly keep his body still.
With two hammers in his hands, Wei Chongran was filled with murderous rage. This time, the two dantians in his body were no longer held back. All the spiritual power poured out and he smashed down at the fingers that were about to approach him without any hesitation.
"boom!"
A deafening roar resounded throughout the world. Even amidst the series of deafening sounds of collapse around the cracks in the Yinmo Cliff, it still sounded like a sudden thunder between heaven and earth, coming from the abyss.
When Wei Chongran hit the finger, he was thrown out.
The fingers collapsed into tiny specks of black smoke, but the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great.
The two hammers in Wei Chongran's hands suddenly turned into two balls of almost transparent black light and penetrated into his body, and the whole person was thrown upwards.
At the same time, an angry roar came from the endless abyss below, and was immediately completely drowned out by the rumbling sound of rocks collapsing.
Wei Chongran's body was thrown up to the edge of the cliff, and then fell down again quickly. He did not take the opportunity to escape from the abyss.
At this moment, the people on the cliff immediately discovered something was wrong. Wei Chongran seemed to have fallen into a coma and could no longer resist the powerful suction coming from the abyss.
When his body was about to reach the edge of the cliff, it fell downwards again at an even faster speed, and in an instant he had fallen more than ten feet.
From the five fingers of the huge palm grasping together, to re-condensing into fingers, to Wei Chongran's blocking, everything happened in an instant, so fast that it was unbelievable.
It was not until Wei Chongran's body fell again that many people reacted.
Many demon cultivators immediately roared towards the sky, their roars filled with a sense of exhilaration.
At this moment, a white streak seemed to fall from the sky, instantly passed through the gaps in the crowd in front, and shot towards Wei Chongran below.
Li Yan, Gong Chenying, Wei Chituo and Lin Daqiao had just reacted at this time. At this moment, they fought back from high altitude, although they were not close to the edge of the cliff.
But in just a few breaths of time, the cracks in the Yinmo Cliff had expanded to their feet due to the collapse of the surrounding areas, and the abyss had expanded to their feet. Li Yan and his friends were already near the edge of the cliff.
Now, only Jindan and Yuanying cultivators or above dare to think of rushing down, except for Gong Chenying and a few other disciples who are not afraid of death.
The white streak came very fast, shooting out from a place diagonally to the side of Li Yan and the others. It was Zhao Min dressed in white.
The white is no longer whiter than snow, and the spots of red are like plum blossoms blooming in winter.
No one knew whether she had been circling near the cliff or had rushed back. There were already thousands of poisonous insects of various colors on Zhao Min's body.
Her face, which was originally as white as jade, had turned pale. Controlling so many poisonous insects at the same time had already exceeded the limit of her cultivation. However, she said nothing and tried her best to keep the magic spell in her hand.
Every breath in her sea of consciousness was like being hit by a heavy hammer, but she just bit her red lips tightly and did not make a sound.
These poisonous insects were of various sizes, shapes, and fierce looks. It was obvious that Zhao Min had already dispersed all the poisonous insects she could, regardless of the consequences.
A small blank area had formed near her body, and the bodies of seven or eight demon cultivators were densely covered with poisonous insects. They screamed miserably and kept slapping themselves with their hands.
Or the demonic energy in his body was surging wildly, trying to shake off the large number of poisonous insects on his body.
There were more demon cultivators nearby who, although they saw Zhao Min's methods were ferocious and cruel, still rushed towards her regardless of everything. The more enemies did this, the more closely they were related to the cultivator below.
Therefore, they also wanted to kill the girl in white to vent their anger.
Zhao Min, however, was desperate. She drove the poisonous insects all over the sky and rushed towards the cliff step by step, not caring about the evil cultivators who were rushing towards her from the surroundings. But she knew it was not that easy to get through.