The man in yellow had a ferocious face, and Linghu Tao's figure disappeared when he radiated red flowers.

But he had no intention of stopping at all. He knew that he could even clearly feel the fluctuations of Linghu Tao's breath, but he was not afraid at all. His confidence came from the red flowers in his hand.

As for the people on the ground, whether it was Chen Zimeng or the people who followed them, he didn't care at all.

In his opinion, the insignificant pressure overflowing from the red flower is enough to kill all the ants. Even if they are not dead, who can pose any threat to him except Linghu Tao?

Lianwu and Lu Feng spit out blood from their mouths. The higher their cultivation level, the stronger the impact of spiritual power emitted by the red flowers. They landed on a step in front of everyone, sat cross-legged, and a shield rose, covering everyone in the field. For a moment, everyone's pressure was greatly reduced.

The man in yellow had an excitement, and his eyes were covered with red light.

The flowers covering the entire face became more and more bright, but no one could see them. As the red flowers in the man in yellow continued to shine, the flowers on the man in yellow seemed to be coming back to life.

The mountains around Baiye Sect and all the vegetation in the mountains were gray and withered in an instant, and a red whirlwind slowly floated up. In the square of Baiye Sect, countless figures were frightened and pulled away and rushed towards the outside world.

When they came, they rode in a spaceship or flying sword boats, and walked in the sky with the wind, and were so happy.

At this time, it was too late to escape!

It is worth talking about that they are all in the state of qi training.

In the world of cultivation, the realm of Qi training is really not worthwhile. Only those geniuses can be focused on being cultivated by the sect, and even those who are hidden in the sect will have the capital to choose. Otherwise, they will almost always need to go out to fight when the sect is conquering other sects.

To put it bluntly, they are cannon fodder. If they have that opportunity, they can go to a higher level, build a foundation, or even go further, they can have the qualifications to master their own freedom.

The red light set off a storm, whistling, one after another, and turned into ashes.

A man in green roared loudly, stepped on a flying sword and wanted to fly to the distance to the sky. He was one of the foundation-building monks led by Bai Ye Sect this time. One or two of the rest were killed by Lu Feng and Lian Wu, and the rest were beaten to ashes by Linghu Tao. He escaped because he stood far away.

But at this time, the red storm rolled, and his whole body was separated and turned into ashes in an instant. It ended like those who had been before, but it was just a matter of time.

Seeing that he could not escape, many people fled towards Baiye Mountain. Seeing this, Feng Ling took out a jade tube from the storage bag, glanced at it, and got permission. He immediately threw it into the sky, his hands turned into phantoms, and kept making gestures.

The jade tube emitted a blue halo in the air, and a light cover fell, covering all the remaining disciples of the Baiye Sect.

Lu Feng looked up and could no longer see Linghu Tao's figure in the air, full of blood red, and was even about to condense into substance, turning this space into a sea of ​​blood.

Lianwu stared at the blood-red storm that was constantly surrounding him. Countless people were involved and turned into ashes. This scene was simply unacceptable to him.

Chen Zimeng had long no idea what was happening outside. Now his aura became very charming and dark. Ning Qin squatted beside Chen Zimeng and looked at him nervously. She didn't know what was happening to Chen Zimeng, but for a moment she couldn't feel Chen Zimeng's aura.

Murong Yicang took Zhong Fei to the cave not far away, and many people rushed in. After a while, Murong Yicang and Zhong Fei came out again, but many people hid in the cave.

Zhong Fei was very upset, snorted coldly, looked at these people and yelled, "Hidding here? Is it useful? Humph!"

The shield formed by the jade tube that Feng Ling had sacrificed earlier began to become weaker, and as the blood-red storm got closer, it began to disintegrate.

Chen Zimeng's mind was silent, countless spiritual energy in his dantian was boiling, the ocean of spiritual power became purple in an instant, and the sword platform kept undulating between the oceans.

Lian Fenghuo stayed outside, and was floating above Ning Qin's head at this time. No one noticed that the ninth inscription on Lian Fenghuo's sword body began to become clear. A small pattern emitted a faint purple light. The purple light flowed along the sword body and returned to the inscription.

The spiritual power in the dantian began to rotate from left to right, circle after circle. A crack appeared on the sword table, and the surrounding area began to melt and decompose.

Chen Zimeng didn't pay attention and was guiding spiritual power to repair damaged meridians extremely seriously. Countless red lights flashed outside, and the continuous source of the mantra was absorbed by Chen Zimeng.

On the heart lake, countless curse origins began to superimpose, layer after layer, and finally turned into a purple pagoda, with a squirming breath, very strange!

As the spiritual power slowly flowed, the damaged meridians began to repair, but Chen Zimeng began to feel anxious. The external crisis must have not been resolved, and the meridian repair was intact for a short time.

Ning Qin wanted Lianwu or Lu Feng to see Chen Zimeng's situation, but when he turned his head, he saw Lianwu and the others who were tired and trying their best to resist the blood-red storm. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this time, Chen Zimeng opened his eyes, and Zhong Fei, who was beside him, immediately stepped forward with a happy face.

When Ning Qin saw Chen Zimeng wake up, he immediately squatted down and asked nervously: "Zi Meng, what's wrong with you just now? I'm scared to death!"

He reached out to hold Ning Qin, and Chen Zimeng shook his head slightly, signaling not to worry.

Then he told the people surrounding him that it was okay, and Chen Zimeng looked out.

The blood-red storm appeared in Chen Zimeng's eyes, and then looked up to the sky, and there was no trace of Linghu Tao.

Chen Zimeng stood up and stretched out his hand. Lian Fenghuo flew in an instant and became smaller and incorporated into the dantian. However, the dantian full of purple spiritual power, Lian Fenghuo roared and swung several times, but he couldn't find where the sword platform was.

"I want to heal the pill, preferably targeting the meridians!"

Looking at the storm that kept coming, Chen Zimeng knew that the best way was to break through immediately. He felt that if he wanted to survive, the tenth level of Qi training or even the twelve level of Qi training was his only way.

Ning Qin waved his hand and took out all the pills on his body, full of nervousness. Feng Ling and Zhang Yi also took out all the pills on their bodies. Murong Yicang and the other six people also started to search for them, but after some battles in Kaixian, they used or rescued others by themselves and had already used the healing pills.

Soon, about ten bottles of healing pills were held in Chen Zimeng's hand, all of which were repair pills for the damage to the monk's meridians.

Looking up at Lu Feng, Chen Zimeng said quickly, "Old Lu, can we go to the top hall of Baiye Mountain?"

"It's difficult, but it's OK!" Lu Feng pondered slightly and then replied.

Nodding, Chen Zimeng looked around, "Everyone, retreat to the main hall on the top of the mountain! Hurry!"

The blood-red storm came, and the rest of the Baiye Sect ran towards the top of the mountain desperately. Those who had previously hid in the core disciple's cave had no time to be killed and were rolled up by the storm that came and turned straight into ashes.

Going towards the top of the mountain and leaving the shield, everyone moved very slowly.

After finally rushing to the top of the mountain, as soon as I entered the hall, countless enemies who were forced by the storm all came with their swords.

Lianwu snorted coldly, waved his hand to kill all the enemies. During the Qi training period, he was not troublesome to kill.

As you rushed into the hall, the storm swept through the core area!

Bai Yuanjing walked at the end and looked at the sky. The gate of the main hall had been broken long ago. At this moment, Bai Yuanjing had to look at the outside world by the door.

Chen Zimeng walked straight towards the wolf statue, and without looking at the rest of the people, sat cross-legged on his own.

Ning Qin and Murong Yicang surrounded Chen Zimeng, and Feng Ling and Zhang Yi also walked over, Lianwu and Lu Feng frowned and guarded the door.

Bai Yuanjing looked around and found that there were only seventeen disciples of the Baiye Sect who were alive.

Four core disciples, Feng Ling, Zhang Yi, Ning Qin and Chen Zimeng!

Only he was left in the inner sect, Chu Chaoxi, Cang Yuanyu, Wangushan, Li Li, Chen Zhao and Hong Bing!

Only Murong Yicang and the outer sect are left. They are very lucky. When the catastrophe is approaching, they happen to be in Chen Zimeng’s cave, the core disciple area!

If Lianwu, Lufeng, Baiyezong, and nineteen people were added.

Even Pang Qi was dead. When the catastrophe came, he rushed towards the enemy first. After a tragic battle, he was besieged by dozens of guys from the ninth level of Qi training and died.

Chen Zimeng closed his eyes, his mind was silent, and he swallowed all the pills in one go. The powerful medicinal power penetrated the entire body. If he had not swallowed the demon pill for a long time, his body strength would be stronger than that of ordinary people, and this medicinal power would be enough to tear Chen Zimeng apart.

One after another, the meridians were repaired quickly, and the purple pagoda with the origin of the mantra on the Heart Lake was becoming more and more solid.

Chen Zimeng took a deep breath and guided the origin of the mantra to penetrate the meridians.

The ancient road has been broken, and the nine levels of Qi training have stopped.

There is no way? Then force the road to continue!

The spiritual power in the dantian is now completely purple and looks weird, but Chen Zimeng can't control so much, so the guiding spell power will hit the bottleneck of the realm.

A clanging sound came from his body, and strands of purple spell power appeared around Chen Zimeng.

In an instant, Chen Zimeng came to the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, but he had no time to consolidate and attacked again.

Zheng~

Ten levels of Qi training!

Ning Qin lowered his head, Feng Ling turned around, Murong Yicang, Zhong Fei, Bai Dao, Wang Lin, Li Yi, and Shang Chi all looked over.

Just as Chen Zimeng broke through the tenth level of Qi training, they could no longer feel the aura of Chen Zimeng's cultivation, as if he was just a mortal.

"Huh!" Lu Feng looked over and looked at Lian Wu, very puzzled.

But Chen Zimeng couldn't control so much. After the impact, the meridians in his body were being washed away by continuous erosion of strange purple spiritual power.

Before everyone could explore Chen Zimeng's situation, the red storm rushed not far from the hall. An extremely depressing aura came. Lu Feng immediately waved his sleeves and kept making seals.

The door was sealed tightly, but it was obviously useless.

Lu Feng roared, "Get back!"

Everyone was squeezed at the wolf statue in an instant. Lu Feng waved his hand and a stone wall fell down, peeping the Dzi beads glowing, forming a wall cover.

This is the final protection, and even Lu Feng's face was full of despair.

At this time, Chen Zimeng broke the mirror again!

The eleventh level of Qi training!

He didn't dare to delay. In an instant, Chen Zimeng opened his eyes, and his pupils were in a purple color, which was extremely strange.

The ancient road is open, twelve Qi training!

The blood-red storm opened the hall, and the originally magnificent hall was torn into pieces and flew into the air.

Chen Zimeng raised his head. The aura of the twelve realms of Qi training was really strange. Even Lu Feng felt a hint of palpitations.

He stretched out his right hand, and the purple spiritual power gathered between his fingers. Everyone looked desperate, but Chen Zimeng pointed out.

The blood-colored storm paused for a moment, but at this moment, a more terrifying aura appeared between the world. The blood-colored storm was twisted back by a huge force. The man in yellow looked shocked, and the giant tortoise carrying the palace under his feet also let out an extremely low roar and took a step back.

"You actually forced me to show my true body, okay! OK! OK!"

The survivors were a little at a loss. At this time, they were standing in a ruin. The earth was shaking, and the surrounding building fragments slowly flew towards the sky, and finally turned into a huge palm and slapped at the man in yellow!

Chen Zimeng and others were unsteady when they stood. Seeing this, Lu Feng instantly used a flying sword, which expanded several times. With a shout, everyone jumped up and flew straight towards the outside world.

The man in yellow did not stop them, but instead he was nervously looking at the earth in front of him.

A bell in front of me became bigger, destroying the huge palm sent to me, and there was no time to care about anything else
Chapter completed!