Ning Lang beside him also patted his round belly and grinned: "That's right, I am also a foundation-building cultivator after all. I can't deal with those Yuanying monsters, but I can still deal with foundation-building cultivators. If I really can't deal with them, I will run! I won't stand there stupidly and get killed."
Hearing this, Fengjiu smiled and said, "Okay! Follow me." As she said this, she went to the main hall with them.
As for the people in this area being rescued, the people on the other side were almost unaware. When Feng Jiu and the other two came to the front, the person who saw them asked in confusion: "Why are you here? Where are the two people who led you?"
"They said they had something to do and asked us to go around on our own." Feng Jiu smiled and moved her hand slightly. The next moment, Duan Ye and Ning Lang beside her rushed out instantly, and their long swords shining with cold light attacked those evil cultivators at an incredibly fast speed.
The sword shadow rises, the knife light appears, and murderous intent overflows.
The people around were startled, and then they shouted angrily: "How dare you!" When more than a dozen monks surrounded and attacked the three of them, Duan Ye shouted in a low voice: "Flame Lion!"
At a command, a holy beast-level fire lion jumped out from his spirit beast space, and pounced on those evil cultivators with flames on all four legs.
"Fengjiu, leave these people to us." Duan Ye said as he swung his sword and chopped off the head of an evil cultivator. Blood splattered everywhere and his ruthlessness was fully revealed at this moment.
Feng Jiu glanced at the two of them and nodded: "There are so many people here, just hold on and wait for the medicine to take effect." While walking forward, she also dealt with some cultivators for them.
The commotion here alarmed the people above, especially the three Nascent Soul cultivators on the main peak. Such a massacre, along with the spread of the smell of blood, made the three of them frightened and angry.
"What the hell is going on! Who dares to cause trouble in our Hehuan Sect?"
A disciple outside hurried in to report: "It was Feng Jiu and the others! They let go of all the people we captured. All our disciples in the area where the furnace was held were killed, including three foundation-building cultivators."
Hearing this, the three were shocked: "How is it possible? How could they kill the Foundation Establishment Monk quietly and silently?" They quickly rushed outside and looked down the mountain. When they got outside, they were shocked.
"This... Aren't they all drugged? Without an antidote, how can they gather spiritual energy?"
At the foot of the mountain, the most dazzling thing was the red figure. He walked up as if no one was around. Every disciple who tried to stop him was killed instantly by him. Especially, when they saw the sharp sword with a green and cold light in his hand, they were even more shocked.
"Qingfeng Sword!"
"It's actually the Qingfeng Sword!"
"How come he has the Qingfeng Sword? Who is he?"
Three exclamations of shock came from the mouths of the three people. They looked at the Qingfeng sword held in the red figure's hand in shock. That was an ancient divine sword that had been missing for many years. How could he have it
Seeing the young man in red walking along with the Qingfeng sword in his hand, like a killing god, leaving no one alive, and corpses scattered all over the ground wherever he passed, the three of them were shocked and suddenly came back to their senses.