Immediately, Elder Xueyue was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that his current body was Zhou Qu, a disciple of the Xuanling Sect of Duoshe... Zhou Qu was only in his twenties this week, how could he still look as old as he used to
"You're Ye Qingtang!" the elite disciple said again with astonishing momentum.
"No." Ye Qingtang shook her head.
"Death is imminent, and you still don't admit it?!" The leading elite disciple sneered, and the portrait in his right palm flicked open: "No matter how disguised you are, I can still recognize it."
"In that case, why bother talking nonsense." Ye Qingtang sneered.
"A mere disciple of Danwan Xiaozong dares to challenge the majesty of my Yunxiaozong. Today, you will be struck by thunder!" The portrait in the palm of the leading disciple was shaken to powder by the power of true essence.
"Kill!" The leading disciple waved his hand. According to the order of the sect, he only needs to bring back Ye Qingtang's head, and there is no need to live!
"Wait a minute!" Ye Qingtang said suddenly.
"What last words are there!" The leading disciple sneered, in his eyes, Ye Qingtang was already destined to die, and he was not afraid that she would escape.
"Before I die, I want to give you some gifts." A cold smile appeared in Ye Qingtang's eyes.
While speaking, the talisman hidden in the palm of his hand had already started to burn.
"Roar"!
After the burning of the talisman seal, there were bursts of frightening roars from the void.
In the next second, dozens of huge bats with their bodies as black as ink waved their wings.
"The formation in the talisman... a psychic spell?!"
As the lead disciple, a cold light flickered in his eyes.
Dozens of bats are all formed by formations and supernatural powers. They are extremely huge, with human faces and bat bodies, and they look infiltrating.
In just a few breaths at most, fifteen Yunxiao Sect disciples had killed the huge bat formed by the psychic spell.
However, Ye Qingtang and Elder Xueyue had disappeared.
"Brother, they ran away." A Yunxiao Sect disciple reminded.
"Okay, I want to see if they can escape from my palm!" The leading elite disciple clasped his right palm tightly.
At this moment, Ye Qingtang and Elder Xueyue had already rushed out of the lonely forest. In front of them was an endless barren land.
There seems to be no life in this barren land.
This is an ominous place.
Entering, it is frightening and very disturbing.
The breath of death has long been integrated with the air, as if there are countless cold air, shrouded in the air if there is nothing.
Every breath, as far as humans are concerned, is suffering.
The desert under the feet seemed to be alive, silently devouring the hopes of those who came uninvited.
"Be careful. In this barren land, the curse of the blood moon has been cast. Even the inconspicuous dust can swallow the vitality of living beings. If you feel uncomfortable, you should speak up earlier." The elder Xueyue looked at Ye Qingtang said.
"Don't talk nonsense, let's go." Ye Qingtang didn't turn her head.
Staring at Ye Qingtang's passing back, Elder Xueyue was slightly taken aback, his face full of doubts. This Ye Qingtang did not seem to be disturbed by the Blood Moon curse.
"Whoosh"!
At the same time, a dozen Yunxiaozong disciples also followed Ye Qingtang and Elder Xueyue to this barren land.
"Strange..." The leading elite disciple frowned slightly: "I don't know, there is such a barren place here... I have never heard of it before."
Not far away, Elder Xueyue couldn't help laughing secretly when he saw the figures of these Yunxiao Sect disciples.
The Blood Moon Branch Church is in the isolated forest, and a hermitage array has already been set up. Without the guidance of the Blood Moon Sect members, it is impossible to find this barren place.