Du Ruo and the others were all stunned, not understanding why the Yang Corpse escaped, but Meng Rui suddenly reacted and shouted, "Shoot!"
The strength that the seven people had accumulated for a long time exploded in an instant, and struck at the Yang corpse.
The Yang Corpse didn't defend or hide, it just ran frantically to the outside of the hall, as if seeing the most terrifying face in the world, it directly frightened him to death.
"boom!"
The seven attacks came in an instant, hitting the body of the Yang Corpse, sending him flying, slamming him hard on the wall, pressing out a big hole with a "boom", and sinking in.
I don't know what kind of material this palace is made of, but it is so strong.
There were countless wounds on Yang Corpse's body, but he didn't seem to know it at all, and there was a terrified wail from his mouth, trembling.
Everyone could see that the Yang Corpse was frightened out of his wits.
Du Ruo shouted: "Don't stop attacking!" A thunder ball flew from her hand.
The other six people also understood that taking advantage of his illness would kill him!
All kinds of methods came out one after another, and with a violent blow, the Yang Corpse was completely killed, and the crown on its head rolled off.
The Yang corpse died inside the wall, its jewel-like red eyes were still full of endless fear, its body had been smashed to pieces, but it didn't know it, as if it was scared to death alive.
The seven of them looked at this scene strangely, not knowing why.
After that roar, Yang Qingxuan seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and fell to the ground directly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The heat wave on Wujin's vestment directly shattered the ground, and the vestment also shattered, splitting into several halves on the ground.
"Qingxuan!"
"team leader!"
Meng Rui and Chen Zhen ran forward immediately, checked Yang Qingxuan's breath and heartbeat, and found that he was still alive. They couldn't help crying with joy, and sat down beside Yang Qingxuan, laughing loudly.
Seeing their appearance, the rest of the people were relieved to know that Yang Qingxuan was not dead.
But in an instant, the faces of several people became extremely ugly.
Following the death of Yang Corpse, those corpses lying on the ground all wailed, and a low voice came out of their mouths, which Xiao Feng interpreted as the sound of "Shui Si".
Mo Lan asked in surprise, "What should I do?"
The few people were all exhausted, unable to fight anymore at all, and couldn't lift any strength. Looking at the corpse that was gradually surrounding, they couldn't help but turn pale.
Duan Weiwei said bitterly: "It's hard to kill the Lord, but you will die in the hands of these minions?"
Mo Lan tremblingly said: "Death is not something to be afraid of, I am afraid that I will become like these corpses..." There was a tear in her voice.
The faces of the rest of them were also pale.
Suddenly at the entrance of the hall, several figures flickered, and a group of students rushed in from outside.
The leaders were Yue Qiang and Liu Cheng. When they saw the scene in the hall, they both exclaimed: "Everyone, don't panic, we are here to support you!"
Meng Rui was overjoyed and said, "Why did you come in?"
Yue Qiang blasted a corpse demon first, and shouted: "We saw that everyone has not come out for a long time, and there are vibrations and air waves from time to time in the hall. We are afraid that something will happen to you, so we organized another group of people to rush in, and we met situation."
Even Su Ying and Wen Wen came in under the support of everyone.
Du Ruo said in shock: "Princess!"
Su Yingwu flipped her sleeves over, shot out sharp arrows, and shouted: "Du Ruo, you rest at ease, don't worry about us, these corpses are enough to deal with!"
The thirty or forty people who charged in this group were all the best among the students, and they dared to take risks because they had a certain level of consciousness. They were all extremely brave.
Lan Yan quietly looked at these people while meditating, keeping these faces in her mind, such a strong man with responsibility and bravery is the most desired talent in their aristocratic family.
With these thirty or forty people clearing the venue, Du Ruo and the others were temporarily safe. They all sat cross-legged on the ground and resumed breath adjustment.
The demonization on Yang Qingxuan's body receded, and he lay weakly on the ground. He felt very dazed at that moment just now, as if he had become a monster monkey, but it was not so real.
With the fall of the yang corpse, the yang zhenqi in the hall began to gradually dissipate, and the temperature returned to normal from a furnace.
With the joint efforts of everyone, those corpses were quickly wiped out.
During the period, students rushed in from outside from time to time, and the number of people in the hall reached sixty or seventy.
Su Ying glanced at the hall, and snorted coldly: "There are thousands of boys, but there are only a few of them. You are all brave people. After graduation, if anyone is willing to come to my Jin Palace to serve, he will be given preferential treatment."
Everyone is overjoyed.
Many people practice martial arts in order to have a good future and change their own destiny. Su Ying's promise undoubtedly directly opened up a bright road for them.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Lan Yan coughed heavily, and said: "My Lan family is even more thirsty for talents like you. If you are willing to come to my Lan family to work, the treatment will not be better than..."
At the end of the conversation, Su Ying's cold gaze was greeted, Lan Yan's face changed slightly, she hurriedly stopped, and coughed: "Cough, cough cough... It's no better than... Everyone understands..."
Su Ying snorted coldly.
Although she is a member of the royal family, every prince and princess needs to have his own strength, otherwise, even if you have the aura of "royal family", you can only be at the bottom of it and be looked down upon by others.
After the corpses were emptied, no new corpses were dissolved from the ground because the yang energy in the hall was disorganized and dissipated.
Everyone sat cross-legged in the hall to adjust their breath and cultivate.
After half a day, he basically recovered his true energy.
The eight people including Yang Qingxuan have also recovered a little bit. Although they are still covered with scars and blood, they have the basic power of action.
Yang Qingxuan picked up the hanging beads thrown by Yang Corpse on the ground. Each of them was the size of a baby's fist, and they were red and transparent. With a sweep of his consciousness, the terrifying power of Zhiyang radiated from it, even if he It also feels hot.
The rest of the people all knew that the bead was a good thing and priceless, but no one dared to ask for a share of the pie, and Yang Qingxuan got it alone, so they didn't complain.
Yang Qingxuan said: "Xiao Feng, does the current Martial Soul have other senses?"
Several people looked at the front of the main hall, the layer of mist seemed not as hideous as before.
Xiao Feng said: "I will try."
Just as he was talking, suddenly Yaoyao sang again from the shadows, "The faster you ascend to heaven, the more you need to eat..."
Su Ying shouted: "Wu Zhonghai, what the hell are you doing, come out!"
There was no response from inside, and the singing gradually weakened until it disappeared.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
A layer of net-shaped soul light appeared on Xiao Feng's body, swaying in a trance, his face changed several times, his brows frowned, and said: "There is something strange in it, but I can't tell."
(end of this chapter)