It was still underwater here, but at this moment they seemed to be imprisoned by a huge cage. Some people tried to rush out, but soon they heard a scream from the thick black fog.

The screams soon came to an abrupt end, but everyone knew that it was not that the man broke through the thick fog, but that he had died inside.

"What should we do? " Someone began to be scared and shouted loudly.

Lin Xiao was mixed in the crowd, and at this moment he had become another look. Even Yue Ru and the others didn't recognize him.

Lin Xiao found that Yan Qingqing was not in the team, and he immediately understood after thinking about it.

With Yan Qingqing's cultivation level, it is obviously not suitable to participate in this mission. The second and third-level martial artists like them still play a certain auxiliary role in this mission, and they will fight at the beginning. When the war is really started, they will not need to come with them.

The number of people in the Cangqiong Sect was 70 or 80. They gathered together, almost frowning.

Lin Xiao found that not only Yueru, a familiar person, was standing in front of the team, but also two Lin Xiao were not familiar with her. Obviously, the two of them had no lower status in the team than Yueru.

"Maybe they just arrived in the past two months?" Lin Xiao guessed in his heart.

At this time, the dark fog that was shrouded in them around suddenly changed. I saw thick fog extending out from inside like tentacles, waving towards the crowd with teeth and claws.

Lin Xiao could clearly feel the disciples of the Demon Sect hidden in the thick fog. Under the protection and blessing of the thick fog, their power was actually concentrated together. Twenty people formed a tentacle, and the power exerted was as powerful as that of those seventh and eighth-level martial artists.

The crowd began to suffer casualties, and Lin Xiao was playing tricks in it, and did not directly attack those tentacles. Every time he would leave his original position before the tentacles arrived.

No one noticed Lin Xiao, a strange guy wandering in the crowd, was busy resisting the attacks of those tentacles. Many people lost their lives as soon as they came into contact with them.

The blood stained the river water red. Lin Xiao found that the blood was not drifting with the waves in the river water, but was slowly penetrated into the depths of the mud below. It seemed like a big mouth was swallowing the blood below, which looked very strange.

However, at this time, he could still notice such a phenomenon, and others did not notice this strange phenomenon at all.

Screams came one after another, but Lin Xiao turned a deaf ear and observed the formation carefully.

Lin Xiao didn't know much about the formation. If he was asked to break it with brute force, he could do it. But if he had to use skills to find out the flaws of this formation, Lin Xiao wouldn't do it.

Just as Lin Xiao was carefully observing the formation and the righteous disciples died one after another, Xin'er's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Be careful. Several real masters from the Demon Sect arrived, and a few of them came from the righteous side. This formation may be broken soon."

Almost as Xin'er's voice fell and Lin Xiaozhen was about to ask questions, the black mist that had already slaughtered the righteous disciples suddenly dissipated, revealing the disciples of the Demon Sect hidden inside.

The disciples of the Demon Sect were just exposed and were killed by those angry decent disciples in an instant. It was only then that they discovered the situation outside.

"It's the uncle Taiqing of our Qingcheng Sect!" Several disciples of the Qingcheng Sect recognized the identity of one of the old men.

"Look, that's Uncle Song from our Taihua Sect!" Several disciples from Taihua Sect were also surprised to find the figure of the Uncle from our sect.

Immediately afterwards, the other sects also discovered their uncles and uncles. When Lin Xiao saw that almost every seven major sect sent a master to come.

On the other hand, the number of people on the Demon Sect seems to be a little scarce. Compared with the seven masters on the Demon Sect, there are only five masters on the Demon Sect. As for the corpse demon who used to be the trump card, he can only retreat to the second line at this moment.

A group of disciples from the decent side quickly gathered behind the seven elders, a team of nearly 700 people. At this moment, after a round of massacre, there were only more than 300 people left. The entire team shrank by about half, which made the seven decent masters who saw it very annoyed, and their eyes looked at the Demon Sect and became even more fierce.

"Old Ghost Qi Yue, why are you glaring?" A white-haired old man from the Demon Sect suddenly shouted.

Na Qi Yue is an elder of Shaoyang Sect. His strength has reached the late stage of the third-level Yuan Martial Arts. He is one of the two with the highest cultivation level among the seven masters in the sect.

At this moment, he was called by the old demon from the Demon Sect, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "You Demon Sect is a good plan, but unfortunately, the conspiracy is not enough after all. I think how rampant you are still in a hurry this time!"

The five elders of the Demon Sect looked at them coldly, and the old man laughed even more when he spoke.

"Old Ghost Qi Yue, are you blind? We have Senior Brother Wan here. Do you guys think you have fought with me Senior Brother Wan?" He continued to laugh.

The old demon said that Senior Brother Wan was the black-haired middle-aged man standing among the five elders of the Demon Sect. He had a mask covering half of his face on his face. His cold eyes could make people feel chilled just by touching them.

This man's cultivation is the highest among these people present, and he ranks in the late stage of the fourth-level Yuan Warrior. Compared with the others, his strength is obviously much stronger.

The seven decent elders also changed their faces when they saw the man and their eyes became much more serious.

"Why is Wanyulou here too?" The Taiqing Zhenren from Qingcheng Sect muttered slightly pale.

He had a fight with Wan Yulou back then. At that time, he was seriously injured and saved his life under the protection of several brothers. After that, he always showed a look of horror whenever he mentioned Wan Yulou.

At this moment, when he saw Wan Yulou again, the other party's cultivation became more and more advanced, but his own cultivation was still at the level of three years ago, without any progress.

Lin Xiao hid in the crowd and observed these people.

Among the righteous sects, the three elders of Taihua Sect, Shaoyang Sect and Cangqiong Sect, all of them have the cultivation level of the third-level Yuan Martial Artist in the late stage. In addition, among the other four, Taiqing Zhenren of Qingcheng Sect has the lowest strength, only the cultivation level of the third-level Yuan Martial Artist in the early stage, and the other three are all in the middle stage of the third-level Yuan Martial Artist.
Chapter completed!