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Chapter 297 Xiaoqiang, You Died So Miserably

The five people's bodies were filled with evil spirits, like demons descended from the world. They controlled flying spiritual weapons one after another, and quickly turned into five bloody rays of light and disappeared in a flash, speeding away in the direction of the ancient pagoda.

As expected, the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, late-stage Foundation Establishment, and even a Perfect Foundation Establishment monster they encountered along the way quickly moved out of the way, which made them very happy.

Along the way, they just avoided the gregarious monsters and some ancient buildings full of restrictions, and they moved very quickly.

In less than a moment, the five monks from the Extreme Killing Sect had already seen the ancient tower towering in the forest, and the speed of the five people slowed down slightly for a while.

"Observe first to prevent fraud!" the leading female monk said cautiously.

"clear."

The five people let go of their senses and slowly approached the ancient pagoda. Sure enough, they found Ye Lin, covered in blood and half-clothed, sitting on the back of the pagoda at the door of the ancient pagoda, constantly attacking with various spells and fists.

Looking at Liu Qingqing, the saint of the Xuanming Sect, who was wrapped in a heavy magic shield.

Not far from Ye Lin, his cockroach spirit worm was torn apart, its head was cut into eight pieces, and the white-scaled demon python was also lying on the ground dying, as if it was going to die at any time.

As for Liu Qingqing, there are six monks who are struggling to support the magic shield, and it seems that they may be broken by Ye Lin's abnormal body at any time.

Ye Lin violently hit the shield with his sandbag-sized fists while roaring in heart-rending pain.

"Xiaoqiang, you died so miserably!"

"No matter what reinforcements you notify, I will kill you on the spot today to avenge my Xiaoqiang!"

"Xiaoqiang, you have been with me for more than ten years, why did you leave me..."

A shrill roar echoed through the sky, revealing Ye Lin's grief and despair.

At this time, Ye Lin was not only injured all over his body, but his breath was unstable. It seemed that his magic power might be exhausted at any time, and he could only rely on his physical body to fight against the six demon cultivators from the side of the Holy Girl of Xuanming Sect.

Seeing this, the five members of the Jishu Sect all had their faces flushed and their hearts were beating wildly.

This is absolutely an excellent opportunity!

"Let's take action quickly. If we don't take action, maybe the genius of the Blood Shadow Cult will come and pick it up!"

"Wait a minute, something is wrong. Since Ye Lin found out that the Saint of Xuanming Sect sent a signal for help, why didn't he escape immediately? Although his cockroach was killed by the Saint of Xuanming Sect, his life is still uncertain.

More important than the life of a spiritual insect!"

"That's why you don't understand. I know from the intelligence that Ye Lin is completely different from other insect cultivators. Other insect cultivators raise a lot of spiritual insects and use them as consumable tools in battle, but Ye Lin only raised three.

These three seem to have accompanied him throughout his spiritual practice, and they have a very deep relationship, no different from brothers."

"Now that the cockroach has been killed and the white snake is dying, Ye Lin is probably crazy. Now he just wants to kill the saint of Xuanming Sect. His own life doesn't matter anymore."

"That makes sense! Do it!"

"Hahaha, the three million spiritual stones and the generous reward from the Holy Cult are ours! Holy Maiden of the Xuanming Sect, thank you very much!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Five rays of blood rushed out of the dense forest instantly, and then disappeared within a hundred feet of the ancient pagoda. However, a strange scene happened at this moment.

The five members of the Ji Kill Sect completely disappeared, and the bloody battle between Ye Lin and the Holy Girl of the Xuan Ming Sect was reenacted.

"Xiaoqiang, you died so miserably..."



However, the five people from the Jisha Sect could not see this scene. As soon as they stepped within a hundred feet of the ancient pagoda, they felt that the scene in front of them changed...the surroundings turned into billowing fog.

The originally extremely excited expressions of the five people suddenly changed.

"What's going on! Where's the ancient pagoda? Where's Ye Lin!"

"No need to ask. It seems that we have fallen into a trap. This is a maze! Damn it, I just felt it carefully and didn't find any breath of the formation at all!"

"Then the scenes we just saw were all fake?"

"Who set up the maze, the Saint of Xuanming Sect or Ye Lin?"

"It is most likely that she is the saint of Xuanming Sect. She may have set up this formation to trap us. We sixty demon cultivators killed thirty righteous monks. It can be said that there are too many monks and too little food, especially when we have to fight for it.

The rush to capture Ye Lin alive has made a great contribution, and she trapped us, which means we have lost many competitors!"

"Damn it, this bitch, the Saint of Xuanming Sect, is so scheming. When I get the chance, I will make sure that she knows how to be a woman!"

"Don't panic, her purpose is most likely just to trap us so that we won't attack. More people will definitely fall into the trap. If we attract the masters of the formation, we should be able to break this confusing formation very quickly.

"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the fog.

It was a fat man with fair skin and golden ingots on his feet. He was smiling evilly at the five people.

The expressions of the five people changed.

"I have an impression of this guy. He seems to be called a fat scumbag. He likes beauty and is good at attacking with spells. He is a good friend of Ye Lin!"

"No, it seems we fell into Ye Lin's trick. The Xuanming Saint was most likely captured by Ye Lin and was forced to send out a signal for help!"

Wang Changsheng chuckled.

"You're pretty smart. If you get the answer right, you'll get a reward!"

Whoosh!

A series of golden talismans burst out from his hand, and the talismans instantly turned into sharp wind blades, slashing through the air towards the five people!

"Besides, my dear, Wang Changsheng, you are the scumbag, and your whole family is scumbag!"

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The five people held weapons and danced quickly to resist the numerous and numbing wind blade attacks.

"Damn fat man, do you think that this wind blade can kill five of us? You're talking nonsense!"

"We must catch this fat man later and tell him that he is a scumbag at the same time!"

These wind blade talismans are only high-grade yellow-level talismans. Although there are many of them, it is difficult to cause much damage to them even if they hit them. The five of them worked together to resist them with melee weapons, and they were completely able to resist them.

But at this moment, Wang Changsheng gave another sinister smile.

The five people suddenly felt a chill behind them, and a sharp sword light flashed through the fog. Two of the monks who were in the late stage of foundation building were caught off guard and had a sneak attack. They only had time to open the mana shield, but the sword light flashed.

The mana shield shattered with a "bang", and their heads flew high into the air.

At some point, a sword-wielding monk in white clothes was standing behind them, looking at them coldly.

"No! It's Taixuan Sect Sword Immortal Song Lingtian who established the foundation of Heavenly Dao!"

It turned out that Wang Changsheng's low-level spell attack was just to attract their attention. Coupled with the concealment of the mist, Song Lingtian easily succeeded in the sneak attack.

Before the remaining three people could panic and despair, Wang Changsheng laughed again and saw another handful of yellow talismans in his hand.
Chapter completed!
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