After a while, Jiang Ziyu suddenly discovered that the Lady Pingxin had disappeared. This shocked him into cold sweat. He had been watching her with his peripheral vision, but when had she disappeared? He pondered for a moment, and it seemed that his eyes had already noticed something, but his brain ignored the reality and kept insisting that Lady Pingxin was still present on the scene.
The methods of saints are indeed too difficult to estimate.
At the same time, as if receiving some signal, many immortals also sensed that the saint had suddenly left the scene. What does this mean?
Nezha is very sensitive to the opening of space. He has seen it so many times that he naturally developed the ability to make judgments.
He was chatting with Bixiao and them. Qingxiao, Bixiao are so dumb that they can't even pass the first level. Their true levels are far below their realm. Only five percent of their full strength is released, and their combat power is loose. As a result, they were brutally beaten by a great sorcerer in the trial field.
The sisters were complaining to Xiao QingLuan, Hua Ling Niao, and Hong Hu. Suddenly, Nezha's expression changed dramatically, and he abruptly took out the Qian Kun Circlet, looking around with a great deal of caution.
"Xiao Nezha, what are you doing?" Bixiao was a bit puzzled. Her beautiful eyes followed Nezha's gaze to look around. What were they looking for?
"Uncle Three, something's not right. It feels like something is coming out. I can't say for sure, but it just feels strange!" Nezha's knowledge of space at this moment was not enough. He had to rely on his intuition again. As for what the specific thing was, he couldn't say either.
Qiong Xiao, once again demonstrating her relatively reliable character, put on an air of her elder sister and said, "Let's all be on alert. If our older sister doesn't come out of the trial field in fifteen minutes, we'll head back to Emei first."
Before, Xiao QingLuan, Hualing Niao, and Hong Hu used to wield swords. They had a fairy-like aura and looked very beautiful.
Since she met the Lao Zhen of Emei Mountain after that, all of them have now switched to using shovels. Before, the three immortals on the island were not very wealthy, and their swords were all law swords of ordinary quality, similar to a slightly improved version of Jiang Ziyu's model. The current shovel models are not attractive in shape, but they bear the seal markings left by Deng Chanyu. Inside them are sealed the merits earned by the big girls over the past few years while working.
When wielded, they shone with golden light, and the consumption of merits was not much, but strong enough to make the sorcerers silent and the demons weep.
Unattractive weapon design? Face is not as important as life!
They had just prepared themselves, about ten li away from the Jie Sect's seat, when an elderly immortal with white beard and hair suddenly jumped up.
"Something is biting me! Save me, friend Li!" He knew that Nezha was an apprentice of a powerful figure and had a high realm, so he stretched out one hand for help. However, his body dissolved in mid-air before it even hit the ground, and his abdomen seemed to be eaten away by something. Only a small amount of blood sprayed out from the wound.
"Which demon dare to challenge the young master of this realm? Present your true form to me immediately!" Nezha feinted with his Qian Kun Circlet in hand but actually summoned his Hun Tian Lin.
The red silk ribbon acted like a spiritual snake, slithering and spiraling in the air before quickly locking onto the target, flying over, and then tightly wrapping around it.
A creature with a huge outline, seemingly without limbs, and a giant mouth began to reveal itself.
"What is this thing?" Nezha was somewhat surprised. On the side, Yang Jie shouted a sentence.
"Grab on tight!"
"Okay!"
They had fought several times in the Mei Mountain, and were familiar with each other's techniques.
Nezha suddenly tightened the Hun Tian Lin, and Yang Jian pulled out his Kaimountain axe, without even thinking, he swung the axe down!
There were howls from the sorcerer warriors in the distance, but Yang Jian paid them no mind. The strike of his axe was like something like a glue, not at all like the blood-smeared bodies of the Hong Xian immortals. He had incredible reflexes, and with his arms tightly holding the axe handle, he applied all his strength to press it down.
The Kaimountain axe is characterized by the stronger the force used, the sharper it becomes.
The creature was split in two, but it didn't die immediately. Yang Jian rushed forward and struck with the axe again, this time twice!
Nowadays, no enemy is invincible to an axe. If it hasn't died yet, it means the axe wasn't heavy or deep enough.
The monster was dead, and its previous invisible ability quickly faded away. All the immortals present could now see its true appearance.
It could only be said that it was too ugly. The monster's skin was rough like wood, and the black mud that flowed out from where it was cut was like nothing else. It could be described as a mass of distortion, definitely not a blood-and-flesh creature.
"Ah!"
"Save me!"
"Immortal, come quickly and save me! Madam, save me!"
There were screams everywhere. Those who were quick to react, like Yang Jia and Nezha, could counterattack the enemy, while those who were slow to react could only wait for death. It was because they didn't have enough vigilance.
"Everyone, be careful! These are the chaotic creatures that the Lady mentioned earlier!" Huang Long as the only Taixia Jin Xian present, stood out without hesitation.
Unfortunately, he had just broken through to the Taiyi realm and was far from the state of completeness. Plus, he had been injured before, leading to a significant decline in his power. After calling for help, he was immediately besieged by more than a dozen chaotic creatures. He was floundering, and his ability to block the enemies was already at his limit; killing them was utterly impossible.
"Brother Jiang Ziyu! Come help me!" He called upon Jiang Ziyu to join him in resisting the chaotic creatures.
Old Jiang held a treasure sword, his heart filled with trepidation to the extreme.
Is this an enemy I can handle? You, a Taiyi Jin Xian, are barely holding on. Me?
Huang Long threw him a treasure crown, and Jiang Ziyu felt confused. Is this to be worn?
Huang Long's single strike landed on a chaotic creature, which was the size of a giant ball of yarn. In pushing it away, it was also slapped in the face by the creature's black, sticky tentacles. This thing was a super toxin to Hong Xian immortals, and one of his eyes couldn't open even though he had won a brief reprieve. However, he quickly explained with haste: "Sister Deng believes that there are too many explanares from the Khan School, so she has forged this treasure crown. Any true disciple of the Khan School must be able to take out the most suitable treasure from it! Hurry up! Take your treasure!"
Is there a treasure in here? Jiang Ziyu looked left and right at the treasure crown, which seemed to be just a rather ornate hat. There was no trace of mystery inside.
Without hesitation, he reached into the treasure crown and immediately realized the immense space inside. Numerous grades of heaven-given Spiritual Treasures cheered in response. He didn't know what he had grabbed, but he felt a familiar sensation in his palm. With his intuition, he pulled out the treasure from the treasure crown.
After examining the item in his hand, he was overjoyed.
In the next moment, he unfurled the Central Wugui Xinghuang Banner, a treasure banner that drove away evil and cleared the path. It blazed with heavy spiritual light, not only pushing back the several chaotic creatures attacking Huang Long but also enveloping approximately one-third of the main hall.
Nezha and Yang Jie immediately came to join him, accompanied by the two sisters and some disciples of the Jie School.
Facing external enemies, the disputes between the doctrines of the Chuan and Jie Schools became insignificant, and they needed to unite to face the enemy together!
