In the deep forest at night, a group of evil cultivators and disciples of Tianxing Sect disguised as evil cultivators hid in the dark, holding the magic weapons and talismans in their hands tightly, staring in the direction of Guannan Fort.
As soon as the beast tide broke through the walls of Guannan Fort, they rushed into the city.
The roars of frantic beasts continued, and the ground shook more and more violently.
"That's not right. Why do I feel like the beast tide is coming towards us?"
The leading Jindan cultivator discovered something unusual, jumped onto the top of a tree, spread out his spiritual sense, and explored in the direction of Guannan Fort.
They saw the trees in the dense forest ahead shaking and smoke and dust filling the sky, as if a rolling torrent was actually rushing towards them.
The Jindan monk was just about to remind everyone when an eagle's cry suddenly rang out through the darkness. Large black shadows rushed out from the clouds above their heads. They turned out to be a large group of frightened purple-feathered goshawks.
The eagles' eyes were red, flashing with bloodthirsty cold light. They flapped their wings vigorously at the crowd below. Suddenly, purple light filled the sky and turned into thousands of arrows, shooting down.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Screams broke through the darkness. The monks hiding below were caught off guard and were drowned by the purple-feather arrows, with blood splattered on the spot.
Several people with high cultivation levels fought hard, casting spells and using magic weapons to fight with the manic purple-feathered goshawk.
However, this group of purple-feathered goshawks had been poisoned by the blood they had cast, and were full of fighting spirit and fearless of death. They were left with only the desire for blood and flesh. They swooped down towards the spells, tearing the bodies of the monks below with their sharp claws again and again. The scene was horrific.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
A group of people reaped the fruits of their own actions, and never expected that the beast tide would turn around and attack them.
Those who could still escape ran for their lives, but unexpectedly the ground behind them suddenly cracked, and countless huge centipedes with hideous faces broke out of the ground, spraying venom and waving two long whips above their heads to sweep away the enemy.
“Help!!”
The sound of thousands of horses galloping was right in front of people, and many people were trampled under the feet of the rushing beasts before they could even turn around.
Jiang Yuebai stood indifferently on the treetop under the moon. The white vine was like a snake, drilling in and out of the ground. Wherever it passed, there was only blood all over the ground. There were no corpses or property. They were all collected by her into the Lotus Cave.
Along the way, she has encountered such ambushes three times, which shows that the Tianxing Sect has made a lot of preparations for tonight's attack.
At this moment, all the beasts nearby were gathered together by her and headed straight for the riverside mine and shell field.
This time, the Tianxing Sect must be made to bleed!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were bursts of loud noises coming from the direction of the Tianlang Shell Field, and shocking lights continued to shine in the darkness. Even though they were more than a hundred miles apart, Jiang Yuebai could still see the terrifying deep pit that was blown out in the jungle.
The surging air waves brought about a howling gale, and a pressure belonging to the Spirit Transformation Stage made the beasts howl in fear and want to retreat.
Jiang Yuebai immediately unleashed the might of the Candle Dragon and drove the herd of beasts to continue rushing towards the river.
She left behind a white vine clone, and her real body directly wiped away the ripples in space and rushed straight to the center of the fierce battle.
It was obvious that a Divine Transformation cultivator was chasing someone, as the traces of the explosion appeared in the forest in a zigzag shape.
At this time, Jiang Yuebai had not yet found a method to improve her soul. Every time she deployed a space formation, her soul would become weak for two or three months and she could no longer use the space restrictions.
Because the large space formation is composed of six space prohibitions at once, it consumes a lot of spiritual power.
The space restriction can only be used six or seven times at most at a time, which is much better than the Jindan stage where one has to recuperate for a month after using it once.
The opening of the space restriction can only be controlled within the range of her spiritual consciousness, that is, the maximum distance between the two space ripples cannot exceed three hundred miles. This is her limit.
At this time, the ones who were worried about being hunted down by the gods were Mo Baichun and Zhuge Zigan. In order to get there as soon as possible, Jiang Yuebai used the space restriction to travel directly.
The Zhulong essence and blood did not strengthen her control over the spatial restrictions. This was Ao Juan's bloodline talent. Only Ao Juan's Yinglong essence and blood could improve her control over the power of space.
When Jiang Yuebai arrived at the place closest to the fierce fighting, he heard the sound before seeing anyone.
"... Old dog Xiong, you dare to attack the Zhuge family. Aren't you afraid that the Zhuge family will find Xiong and ask for punishment?"
"Hahaha, it was me, the Wandering Man of the Boat, who killed you two tonight. What does this have to do with the Xiong Clan?"
boom!
"You...you are impersonating the name of Chen Zhou San Ren, aren't you afraid that guy will come after you?"
"Senior sister, be careful!"
"I'm waiting for her to come!"
Jiang Yuebai recognized the voices and found out that the people being hunted were indeed Mo Baichun and Zhuge Zigan.
The other two must be the fake Chen Zhou and the Divine Transformation cultivator who rescued her last time. How dare they throw dirty water on her? Let her take the blame
What a courage!
roar!
A ferocious roar resounded through the night. The fake sunken boat was still behind, and the Divine Transformation cultivator rushed to Mo Baichun and the others.
I saw huge black unicorn phantoms rushing out with the palm wind of the incarnation monk, and rushing towards the two people who were trying to escape in front of them.
Both of them were seriously injured and covered in blood. They were suppressed by the aura of the Divine Transformation Monk. They could only run while throwing out various types of armor on their bodies to resist.
However, most of the Yanjia were crushed under the iron hooves of the Black Kirin Dharmakaya. Zhuge Ziqian reached for the storage ring again, but found nothing there. At that time, many Black Kirin phantoms had already pounced in front of him.
At this time, a white figure broke through the air, holding a spear, bringing with it a powerful and sharp aura, and rushed towards the large group of Qilin phantoms.
The shadows of guns are dancing, covering the sky and the earth!
Zhuge Zigan and Mo Baichun opened their eyes wide in shock, watching the group of black unicorn phantoms that left them helpless being easily pierced by Jiang Yuebai's spear, exploding into black air currents that shot out in all directions.
The Divine Transformation cultivator was filled with surprise as he looked at Jiang Yuebai carefully. He couldn't believe that she was only in the early Nascent Soul stage yet could easily break his Qilin Dharma image.
Saving people is the most important thing, Jiang Yuebai did not bother with them too much, and forced the two men to retreat with his spear in hand.
Mo Baichun didn't understand what was going on until he stepped into the ripples of space. Then he suddenly realized what was going on and dragged Zhuge Zigan along to escape.
Jiang Yuebai held her spear horizontally, and all the green leaves on the tree fluttered down. Her brows were stern as she stared at the masked and clad Divine Transformation cultivator. Before he could make a move, she retreated into the ripples of space.
"Don't leave!"
The Divine Transformation cultivator raised his palm and struck towards the ripples in space. Suddenly, screams of the fake sinking boat were heard from behind.
He turned around suddenly and saw that the fake sunken boat was fixed in place. He opened his eyes wide in horror. There was a big hole in his dantian, and it was surrounded by black fog and black-armored bees.
Behind her, a person was half hidden in the darkness, holding a bloody Nascent Soul in his hand, and was constantly burning it with Netherworld Ghost Fire.
The man had a mature face, his red lips curled up in a cruel arc, and he raised his cold eyes to look at the Divine Transformation Monk.
"Old man, I heard you were looking for me?"
The pupils of the incarnation cultivator trembled, and the boat was sinking!
(End of this chapter)