Chapter 1812 Heroic Soul

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"It's useless to delay time. If our clan doesn't stand up, no one will be able to stand up..."

Xiao Xin'er shook her head and said: "Princess Ai'er, you can ignore this matter, thank you for saving me, but we must fight... This is about the survival of the clan..."

Ai'er felt a little helpless, but also admired the fearlessness of these clan children. After all, this was obviously a battle that was almost impossible to win.

It seems that although the current clan is not as powerful as in ancient times, they have not lost the heroic soul of their ancestors.

"I'll try my best to help you cover..." Ai'er murmured in her heart, she could only protect some people as much as possible, and waited for Ye Fan to appear.

She finds it very strange, logically speaking, no matter where in the world Ye Fan is, he should know the situation here, why hasn't he come here?

Could there be anything more serious than the crisis of the clan assembly here?

But she didn't have the time to think about it too much, because the monks in the ancient fairy world saw Ai Er's appearance, and people flew out one after another to help Taoist Hongye.

"Princess Ai'er! Go and help Yun'er, I can do it myself!" Xiao Xin'er was even more worried that her sister would not be able to hold back, so after asking for a word, she flew over to face the strong enemy again.

Ai'er sighed, if she lost her mind like before, she might turn things around, but in her normal state now, she can only protect herself and save others.

She turned into a particle, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of Du Yuner.

Du Yun'er was fighting with two Earth Core cultivators. The girl was inexperienced and her cultivation was not dominant. She was completely retreating and could only defend passively.

As soon as Ai'er appeared, he immediately released a hurricane, blowing away the two Didan monks!

She could have killed people, but she considered that if she killed some low-level monks too quickly, the masters who watched the battle might directly intervene.

If those two Immortals made a move, she wouldn't be able to deal with them either.

To be on the safe side, she still takes procrastination as her first goal, not daring to make too much moves.

"Princess Ai'er?!" Du Yun'er was extremely tired and out of breath, seeing her friend whom she hadn't seen for a long time, she was so excited that she almost cried.

Ai'er turned her head and smiled, "Yun'er, recover a bit, I will protect you".

"Yeah!" Du Yun'er hurriedly lit a flame, and used the raging fire to restore her energy.

Ai'er saw the two monks who had been rolled away by her attack again, and directly opened a particle shield to block the opponent's attack.

In the air, the two ancestors also noticed Ai Er's sudden appearance.

"This woman doesn't look like a monk, but she looks a bit like that old woman called a prophet, and she uses the cultivation method called magic," Patriarch Chi Lian murmured.

The ancestor Xuanhai didn't think so, "No matter what kind of cultivation it is, it's only in the realm of shaping spirits, and it will be solved by sending a few more disciples and grandchildren."

"Hmph... A group of inferior descendants of the clan are still so difficult to deal with. If this continues, I will do it myself!" Patriarch Chi Lian began to lose patience.

"Brother Chi Lian, don't worry, look at the battle situation, our disciples lack actual combat experience, just take this opportunity to teach them a lesson," Xuanhai said with a smile: "Isn't it too cheap for you and me to kill directly?" This group of clan liars?"

Patriarch Chi Lian grinned, "As you said, it makes sense, so let's take another look..."

He turned his head and said to several young disciples of Fenglinhai: "Cui Yang, Quming, Fengyue... You also go to battle immediately, you have nothing to cultivate, if you don't have actual combat, you will be in vain as talents in Fenglinhai's inner sect." .

The three elite disciples of Fenglin Hai inner sect who were in the spirit-shaping realm immediately stood up and promised, "Yes! Patriarch!"

The three of them used the Fire Lin Jue, turned into three red lights, and killed the clan warriors in three different directions.

All of a sudden, there were three more monks in the spirit-shaping realm, and the pressure on the warriors of the clan suddenly increased, and the casualties in the battle increased.

Ying Qiong and Ji Tianliu were also gradually injured, and there was no time for treatment and recovery.

As a leader of the younger generation, Ji Hantian, relying on the power of the fire dragon's blood, managed to fight an earth spirit cultivator of the Beixuan sect for more than fifty rounds.

But after the opponent figured out the characteristics of the fire dragon and dragon flame, he directly used the thunder method from a distance, and beat Ji Hantian gradually until he was unable to fight back.

Ji Hantian moved at a high speed, and could only avoid the thunder that descended from the sky.

However, he used Longyan to attack from a long distance, but was quickly dodged by the opponent with the thunder rushing technique.

"Hey...Shenlong Clan? It's just a small snake... Eat me a Zixiao Xuanlei!"

The Beixuan sect monk captured a purple thunderbolt from his hand, and threw it directly at Ji Hantian!

"Bang!!"

In the phantom thunder array of constant thunder and lightning, Zixiao Xuanlei turned into a purple power grid, which is about to completely defeat Ji Hantian!

"cold day!"

Ji Tianfeng saw that the genius of the Ji family had escaped death, and now he rushed into the thunder and lightning with all his might, his hands condensed golden dragon claws, and collided with Zixiao Xuanlei!

"Ah!—" Ji Tianfeng screamed, black smoke billowed from his body, and he fell into a faint!

Ji Hantian took advantage of this obstruction to avoid this move, but when he turned his head and saw that the ancestor of the clan couldn't afford to hurt him seriously, his heart was filled with grief and indignation, his eyes turned red: "Old ancestor!!"

Gritting his teeth, Ji Hantian became fierce, and ran towards the monk after falling to the ground!

"Huh! I don't know how to live or die..." The monks of the Beixuan School didn't mind at all, but showed a satisfied evil smile.

"Zixiao Xuanlei!"

Another purple thunder appeared, facing Ji Hantian and fell down!

Ji Hantian didn't expect that the opponent could condense another profound thunder so quickly, but it was too late to dodge and retreat now!

Just when he thought he was going to pay a heavy price for his recklessness, a thick and flexible true essence, like a big hand, encircled him and dragged him into the air, barely avoiding this thunder net!

When Ji Hantian turned his head, he was surprised to find that it was a monk wearing a gray monk's uniform, appearing behind him.

"Silent monk!?"

Ji Tianliu was still sweating for Ji Hantian just now, when he saw Silence appear, he was overjoyed.

"Little guy, you have to have a brain if you are talented! Going so fast is just going to die!!"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi appeared, and when he fell gracefully, a turquoise sword intent like a drizzle of green rain whizzed away!

The monk of the Beixuan faction didn't know how to deal with it in a hurry, so he managed to carry a shield of true energy!

But he underestimated the penetrating power of this sword intent. The drizzle-like sword intent fell on the shield and penetrated directly! ?

Countless "raindrops" pierced the monk directly, and a blood mist exploded from the monk's body. It seemed that he was still intact, but he died on the spot!

"Liu Qinghou?! You're here too!?" Huang Yueshan exclaimed in surprise, her eyes were a little moist.