Not far away, a group of monks in white were flying towards this place, with figures full of people like white clouds, probably no less than 200 people.

Among these people, more than ten people have very strong auras. They are cultivators in the Yuanshen stage, but the other cultivators only have the true body stage and the Dharma phase stage cultivation level.

On the other hand, although there are only seven or eight people on Mengdiexuan, each of them sacrificed is extraordinary, and they are all in the power of the Yuanshen Stage.

When the monks of the Guardian Sect saw these Meizu people flying out to fight, they were also very surprised.

A handsome young man in white waved his hand, and the monks of the Guardian Sect stopped in the air near the Qingshan Mountain, more than ten miles away from the Meizu monks of Zhongmeng Diexuan.

"I didn't expect that there were many high-level Meizu monks gathered here. They were really low-key. I didn't notice it before," said a monk in white in a white and said in a bit surprised.

A bald old man from the Weidao Sect who seemed to have a good status whispered to the young man in white: "Senior Brother Lingyu, the sect leader is in seclusion, and these Meizu monks have a good cultivation level. Although we have the upper hand in the number of people, it may be difficult to catch them all. If they fight back to the death, the true body period and Dharma phase period cultivators of this sect will also lose a lot."

Lingyu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have asked my adoptive father for help, and he will send people to support him soon."

The bald old man was overjoyed when he heard this: "Ah, if Tianjian Valley intervened in this matter, then these Meizu monks would not be afraid."

The bald old man felt relieved and smiled on his face, but he thought about it and asked in confusion: "However, these Meizu monks seemed to have expected that we would attack Meng Diexuan, so why didn't they escape in time? I wonder what their intentions were?"

Ling Yu nodded and said, "I'm also a little confused about this. Could it be that they think they are strong and are not afraid to fight with the monks of this sect? We don't have to rush to attack. We just need to hold them back and prevent them from escaping. Especially the young male cultivator with the Phantom of the Sky-Devouring Phantom, we can't let this person go."

"Yes" the old man nodded.

As Lingyu secretly transmitted the order, many high-level guardian monks immediately turned their attention to Li Muran among the Mei clan monks.

Meng Diexuan and others were also slightly stunned. Feng Ming couldn't help but look at Li Muran and said, "Are you so famous? These people seem to be coming for you."

Li Muran smiled bitterly, shook his head, and looked confused.

The shopkeeper said loudly: "Although we are Meizu monks, we have always been obedient and have not been detrimental to the human race. Why bother with each other?"

"Hmph" the old man in white pointed at Feng Ming and replied loudly: "Just a few days ago, this Meizu female cultivator broke into my Youyun City and killed a human cultivator in the Dharma Prison Stage. Is this also called being content with oneself?"

"That was his own fault that he actually betrayed Yatou Yun, which made her..." Feng Ming was about to scold him, but the shopkeeper waved his hand to stop him.

The shopkeeper sighed: "I believe you are very clear about the reason for that person being killed. This is a tragedy, one life is worth one life. Although it is not fair, there is no need to continue to pursue it. It would be a bit stupid to make a big move and lose more lives for this."

Ling Yu nodded and said, "We can't pursue this matter, but Meizu monks make a living by devouring the divine thoughts of us and other human monks, and harm many human monks. As far as we know, just in Huzhou County, there are no less than 10,000 people who died under Meizu monks within a year in Wuzhou County, and at least thousands of people are killed every year."

In an instant, he seemed to transform into a golden dragon, shuttled between the sky, and the spiritual pressure emitted was extremely terrifying.

"Is the shopkeeper a late stage cultivator of the Yuanshen?" Li Muran felt a stern in his heart. He knew that he had only seen the shopkeeper's true strength today. What was the reason why a Meizu monk with such a high level of cultivation was willing to give up his cultivation and disguise himself as an ordinary human cultivator in a low-key manner?

Feng Ming immediately spread his arms, turned into a black phoenix, and rushed to the monks of the Weidao Sect.

An old Meizu man transformed the Phantom into a transparent sword and held it in his hand, with amazing momentum.

Seven or eight Meizu monks used their Phantom Powers and rushed towards the guardrail gate.

"Oh no, they actually took the initiative to attack." The bald old man in the Weidao Sect was anxious and his face darkened.

"Don't panic, all the cultivators in the Yuanshen stage will follow me to meet the enemy, and the other cultivators will set up formations immediately." Ling Yu shouted calmly and at the same time, he turned into a sword light first to welcome the Meizu people.

With Ling Yu's commander, everyone in the Wei Dao Sect was obviously not too panicked. Everyone performed their own duties, and more than ten white-clothed monks from the Yuanshen stage also flew towards the Meizu people.

Among these sects of the Yuanshen stage of the Defense Taoist Sect, there are also two or three late-stage existences of the Yuanshen stage, and it is obvious that Ling Yu has the strongest cultivation. Therefore, the golden dragon transformed by the shopkeeper rushed directly towards the sword light transformed by Ling Yu.

However, the sword light slightly turned, and actually bypassed the shopkeeper and attacked Li Muran instead.

Li Muran was shocked and quickly flapped the wings gently, and then suddenly disappeared from the original place with a flash of inspiration.

The next moment, Li Muran had appeared dozens of feet away, avoiding the sword light and slashing it.

The sword light shrank and Ling Yu's figure showed off. However, he actually continued to attack Li Muran regardless of other Meizu monks.

With a loud bang through the air, the phoenix sounded and swept through the wings of the black phoenix feathers and shot out thousands of black sharp blades, each of which was transformed by a pure phantom. These sharp blades all rushed towards the spirit feathers, with a majestic momentum.

Ling Yu snorted coldly and popped up several sword lights. These sword lights split quickly, and tens of thousands of dense sword lights formed in an instant, facing each black blade.

Every sharp blade was shattered by the sword light, and no net was missing.

These sharp blades are transformed by the phantom, and are the bodies of divine thoughts. Ordinary sword light cannot cause any damage to them. However, the spirit feather not only blocked these ten thousand sharp blades, but also looked quite relaxed and easy, and did not even sacrifice their natal magic weapons.

On the other hand, Feng Ming had already lost his true energy after exploring this round of strong attacks. This shows that Ling Yu's strength is much higher than Feng Ming's.

Li Muran's face changed. Ling Yu's strength was really unimaginable. Moreover, Ling Yu seemed to have set his sights on Li Muran, and did not pay any attention to Feng Ming at all, but continued to chase Li Muran.

"I have to lead this person away first." Li Muran frowned, mobilized a trace of spiritual thought to inject it into the Phantom, and then activated the Phantom's power.
Chapter completed!