Seeing these fast-running Qi-refining practitioners rushing towards this side, Gao Sixu's eyelids twitched, and he stood in front of them with a speed that was not inferior to that of the opponents. He flipped his palm, brought out a green light, and hit the person in front.
Bang!
The man collided with Gao Sishu with his palm and stepped back. At this time, Gao Sishu directly shot out a ball of green mist. The poisonous gas was so strong that it covered the entrance of the mountain path. One of the fast-running Qi-refining practitioners couldn't hold back and got into the green mist. He let out a miserable howl and his whole body seemed to be corroded. Half of his head was corroded and his body was full of holes. He fell directly into the green mist.
The man who had fought with Gao Sishu stopped, looked at his palm full of green poison, sneered, and stirred up a gust of wind with his palm to force out the poison.
This person is at least at the same level as him. If they really fight, he will not be his opponent.
Because at this time, Gao Sishu's enemy's palms and arms were full of cut wounds. Just one blow even cut his clothes open and blood was flowing down.
Let’s not even mention the fighting power of the Golden Immortal Sect!
Although Lingling was controlling people to fight each other as if he was playing, the others were not easy to mess with.
Wang Qizhen, who was holding a magic axe to fight the enemy, was not careful for a moment and was bullied by a Qi Refiner. The Qi Refiner let out a roar that was not like a human, which frightened Wang Qizhen. He stretched out his five fingers and brought out several wild beast spirits, which penetrated into Wang Qizhen's body like arrows, making him bleed from the corners of his mouth and half-kneel down.
Zhang Feixuan also suffered a bad outcome. He almost fought for his life. The precious pestle emitted dozens of blood arrows to block the enemy's attack. However, a disciple of the Zhenjing Sect suddenly used his magical powers, which made him feel dazed and he felt that he had lost his consciousness. He relaxed and could not hold on to the blood arrows, and was broken through.
No matter how strong Lingling is, she can't take care of everyone. The opponent not only has a large number of people, but also a sixth-level Qi-refining master. Although one of them has fallen, the rest are still difficult to deal with.
This is going to kill people!
If the dead were a disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, it would be fine. But if the dead were a mortal...
"You're not allowed to go up there!"
Sun Jiubei suddenly blocked the entrance to the mountain road, his face firm, "You evil people, my elder brother is back, and he will definitely make you suffer!"
The Qi-refining practitioner from Kuangfeng Village showed disdain on his face and raised his hand to stir up a gust of wind. The gust of wind whistled and formed into a wind ball, as if countless sharp blades were cutting through it.
They are not interested in mortals, they are spoils of war. The important thing now is to deal with these Golden Immortal Sect members.
If someone does speak provocatively and he is just a mortal without any magical power, then kill him first!
The wind came so quickly that almost no one could react. Zhang Feixuan and his friends were still in shock, and the rest of the Golden Immortal Sect disciples were all trying to avoid the attack in panic.
With their current combat power, they are no match for these people at all. What else can they do except escape
The wind ball rushed straight towards Sun Jiubi, but no one stopped it, and it reached his head in an instant.
If it hits a person, it would be impossible for a mortal to resist and he would be cut into several pieces.
The sharp and fierce force of the wind made Sun Jiubei subconsciously close his eyes.
In fact, he was scared to death.
He should have gone up the mountain to hide with the mortals, but when he thought about his fellow brothers fighting hard down there, he was hiding alone up there.
This shouldn't happen.
He is also a disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect!
He has to contribute too!
So he came down from halfway up the mountain, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the mountain road, he said this.
As a result, the opponent's attack came down.
If you are hit by this wind ball, you will definitely die.
"Big Brother won't let you go!"
Before he died, Sun Jiubei shouted again, as if to boost his courage.
As for the Qi Refiner from Kuangfeng Village, he didn't even look at this mortal.
Anyone who goes out from there will definitely meet the leader. The leaders of the six sects are all there. The so-called eldest brother or not is already a dead person in their eyes.
Their leaders are all dead!
Just as this man was about to continue his attack, the wind ball that descended upon the mortal's head suddenly disappeared.
"Big Brother!"
There were cries of surprise from people around, and they all raised their heads and looked at the sky in surprise.
That position is above and behind him.
But before he could turn around, he suddenly felt a burning pain all over his body, and then he felt nothing.
The white flame burned, filling the bodies of everyone except the disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect. As the flame burned, no matter if they were controlled by the bells to fight each other, or were chasing the disciples of the Golden Immortal Sect, or wanted to rush over to deal with Zhang Feixuan and the others, none of them were left alive and were burned to ashes.
"Brother."
Zhang Feixuan looked up at the sky blankly. Song Yin appeared there with something in his arms. However, he did not stay in the air at all. He just glanced down and flew straight to the top of the mountain.
Faintly, I can still hear the sound he left behind.
"Master, hold on a little longer, I will definitely save you!"
Song Yin held the golden light in his arms and flew rapidly towards the mountain gate. At the same time, one of his hands was emitting white flames, and the flame turned into a thin layer, wrapping the golden light. Around him, there was also a yellow wind, as if he was hanging on to his life.
The evil man who suddenly turned into a monster and seemed to have infinite power was no match for Song Yin.
Although he looks powerful, he can only be defeated by one punch in front of Song Yin.
With just one punch, the opponent was gone. After all, such an evil demon would be restrained by his great fire.
In comparison, the master is more important. When the person died, he flew here holding his master.
"Master! Hold on, Master!"
While flying in the air, Song Yin shouted anxiously.
The golden light in his arms became even weaker, to the point where it was almost unnoticeable.
I'm clearly using the Yellow Wind to support myself, and the Dao Fire to heal me, so why is it still not working? Why!
Jin Guang's head was shaking during the flight, and he was almost unconscious.
He was still there just now. Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and had no consciousness left, he was still there just now. If Song Yin had given him the elixir, maybe he could have been rescued.
Even if he was just using that inexplicable yellow wind, he could sense it and felt that his vitality was recovering.
But once the white fire started, he was gone.
The already dim spiritual consciousness became completely confused after being burned.
Perhaps the body has recovered, but its consciousness is as weak as a candle in the wind and can be extinguished at any time.
My disciple, please stop burning me. If you continue burning, my soul will be burnt. Please spare me.
The only remaining consciousness had only this one thought.
Get rid of it quickly.
"Master, Master!"
Suddenly, he heard Song Yin's more anxious voice, and felt a pain in his soul. Then he felt his soul become lighter, floating away into the distance, and disappeared.
The last bit of consciousness completely disappeared under the refining of the white fire.