Chapter 215 The Siege Situation

"Um?"

Wen Xuan's expression changed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction of the black cloud.

Seeing such a black cloud, Su Zimo suddenly frowned, and a feeling of déjà vu surged in his heart.

This black cloud moves very fast, flashing a strange red light, but it doesn't look like a cloud, but like...

"Mine cave, blood-eyed crow!"

The so-called black clouds are actually many crows surging.

The flashing red light is the crow's eyes!

Su Zimo remembered the battle outside Linfeng City, and said solemnly: "Everyone, be careful, it's the group of people from the Spirit Mine outside Linfeng City!"

"For revenge, Momen?"

Wen Xuan narrowed his eyes, killing intent surged.

In the hearts of everyone in Misty Peak, they all thought that the massacre in Linfeng City was done by people in the Demon Sect.

But Su Zimo learned from Fairy Ji that there are no such vicious methods and techniques in the Demon Sect.

At this point, Su Zimo believes in Fairy Ji.

Although Fairy Ji seems to be frivolous, she is very measured, and she has the pride of the devil in her bones.

If someone in the Demon Sect did it, she would not deny it.

Su Zimo looked at Little Fatty and Lengrou, and said in a low voice, "If the situation is not right in a while, run away!"

"What?" The little fat man was startled.

Lengrou also frowned slightly.

The two were unaware of the danger.

From the point of view of the two of them, the sect had Wenxuan and other five Jindan real people here, as well as their top cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Such a powerful strength is enough to destroy some small sects, so why should you be afraid of coming.

Su Zimo didn't speak, his eyes turned around Feng Haoyu and Elder Chen, and he took out a flying sword from the storage bag.

It is the best flying sword refined for him by Daojun Jihuo!

During this time, most of Su Zimo's energy was devoted to studying the technique of tempering, comprehending the candle light sword formation, and improving his cultivation realm, but he had not yet started to refine the artifact.

There is only this top-grade flying sword in his storage bag.

Soon, dark clouds came over the Tanglin Valley.

Endless blood-eyed crows circled in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, exuding a strong demonic energy, and each of them was no weaker than the foundation-building cultivator!

The sky suddenly darkened.

The faces of many Misty Peak disciples in the valley were a little ugly, and a trace of fear passed through the depths of their eyes.

After all, such a scene is too shocking, creepy, and shuddering!

The crow's eyes shone with scarlet blood, constantly neighing, staring at the monks below, as if they would dive down at any time, tearing the many Misty Peak disciples to pieces!

The little fat man was pale, swallowed his saliva, and said solemnly: "This time, the flat-haired beast is much stronger than the last time I saw it!"

At the entrance of Dongling Valley, a huge spirit boat came galloping, and hundreds of monks jumped down from it.

Among them, there are as many as ten Jindan real people!

The rest are all base-building cultivators, and their cultivation bases are uneven, but the number of them is several times larger than that of Misty Peak disciples!

Coupled with the blood-eyed crow in the middle of the head...

Whether it is from Jindan Zhenren or from the Foundation Establishment cultivator, Misty Peak is absolutely at a disadvantage.

It's a siege!

There is no way to the sky, no way to enter the earth!

Among the hundreds of cultivators who descended from the spirit boat, the young cultivator at the head had a successful foundation. He was wearing a blood-colored robe with a crow's pattern on his sleeves.

Ten real people of Jindan crowded around, vaguely protecting them in the middle.

"Who are you?"

Wenxuan stared at the blood-robed cultivator, holding the talisman in his left hand, with a flying sword suspended in front of him, his tone was cold.

"Ha ha."

The blood-robed cultivator chuckled and said leisurely, "Don't be nervous, fellow Daoists, I have no ill intentions to come here. If you fellow Daoists cooperate well, I will give you a great opportunity!"

After a slight pause, the blood-robed cultivator changed his words, and his voice became colder: "But if you are ignorant, hehe... then don't blame me for killing me!"

Wenxuan moved his fingers, pinched Lingjue, and surrounded his fingertips with spiritual energy, he was about to shoot.

Elder Yu looked solemn, stepped forward, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, it's really a fight, we disciples are easy to break here, let's explore his bottom first."

Elder Yu raised his voice and asked, "I don't know what this fellow Daoist is called?"

"In this regard, I am more casual."

The blood-robed cultivator smiled slightly and said, "You can call me the young master, or you can call me the master, if you like it, I won't force it."

Elder Yu's face was ugly.

Whether it is the young master or the master, this means that he will be subservient to the blood-robed monk in front of him!

After all, Elder Yu is a real Jin Dan, how could he agree to such a ridiculous request.

"Junior, this place is only a hundred miles away from my Misty Peak. If you use the spirit crane to send a message, it won't be long before someone from our sect will come to support you. Don't be too arrogant!" Elder Yu said in a deep voice.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The blood-robed cultivator laughed and said, "Old dog, you really don't want your face!"

"First, with my army of Blood Crows, your spirit cranes can't be teleported at all! Second, even if your spirit cranes are teleported out, you guys won't be able to last that long!"

Wen Xuan coldly snorted: "Elder Yu doesn't need to talk nonsense with him, since he is a member of the Demon Sect, everyone can get it and kill him!"

"I'm not a demon."

The blood-robed cultivator smiled coldly and said, "I'll give you one more chance at the end, surrender all to me, and I'll spare your life! Otherwise, I'll kill without mercy, and I won't leave one!"

"Oh, that's right. There is a man named Su Zimo among you. Whether you surrender to me or not, I will suppress you with my own hands and torture you to death bit by bit... Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

From the mouth of the blood-robed monk, there was a series of eerie laughter.

"Submit?"

Wen Xuan also smiled and said, "You ask me about the sword in my hand first!"

At this moment, the blood-robed cultivator suddenly raised his head and said indifferently, "You haven't started yet?"

Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo was shocked, and suddenly shouted: "Everyone spread out, there are ghosts in the sect!"

Wenxuan's reaction was the fastest, crushing the amulet in the palm of his left hand.

A mask rose instantly, wrapping him up.

when!

A crisp sound.

Mars radiates.

A flying sword slammed into Wenxuan's protective mask, causing the mask to tremble and almost collapse, showing the tyrannical power of this sword!

It's an inch!

As long as Wenxuan slows down a bit, he is already a dead person.

In fact, the reason why Wenxuan responded immediately was because of Su Zimo's previous inquiry on the spirit boat.

Although, Wenxuan didn't care at that time.

But when he saw that a powerful force came and set up such a siege situation, Wen Xuan vaguely realized that there might be a ghost in the sect, and became wary.

Otherwise, the news that they came to Dongling Valley today would not have been leaked.

Of course, this speculation is somewhat vague, and Wenxuan has yet to confirm it.

At this moment, the blood-robed cultivator said such a sentence, and Su Zimo shouted again, Wen Xuan broke the amulet without thinking.

Feeling the horror of the sword behind him, Wen Xuan also understood that he had just walked around the gate of hell, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

It's the annual Double Eleven, a festival belonging to Laodao, should I be happy or sad...