"Senior Brother Wu, what's wrong?" Xu Ruoqing noticed the sight of the wealthy old man and subconsciously followed him to look over, but could only see a dark mass of moving heads.

"It's nothing, I just saw Uncle Qiong's disciple and said hello to him." The rich old man smiled, and his tone was full of the doting affection of the elders for the younger ones, but there was no such thing in his narrowed eyes.

A hint of smile.

When Xu Ruoqing heard this, he immediately smiled knowingly, stroked his beard and remained silent.

Feng Biyun and the other four people on the other side did not notice the abnormality of the rich old man. At this time, they were looking into the distance with solemn eyes, each of their faces looking uglier than the last.

"Senior Brother Feng, what should we do?" After a while, Fairy Nishang couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, the man named Yu and Nangong Wan also looked at Feng Biyun, but one looked eagerly, while the other looked slightly cold.

"Follow the arrangements first and fight against the devil with all your strength." Feng Biyun's face was gloomy, and he glanced at the rich old man and Xu Ruoqing imperceptibly.

"There must be some changes in the sect that we don't know about now. At this critical moment, we must not live up to the facts. And more importantly, Senior Nephew Lu's side..."

Feng Biyun's expression changed, and there was a trace of ferocity between his eyebrows.

"Junior sister Nishang, just like last time, I will leave him to you. We must not make any mistakes again."

Fairy Nishang nodded solemnly and said: "Senior Brother Feng, don't worry, Nishang will do his best. If something really happens to Senior Nephew Lu, then I won't be able to explain it to Senior Uncle Qiong."

Feng Biyun nodded, his face softened slightly.

"Also, the war will start soon, let's... wait! What's the sound?!"

The continuous 'rumble' sound came from nowhere, and gradually began to grow from small to loud, like thousands of invisible muffled thunders intertwined and intertwined in the air.

Not only Feng Biyun heard this sound, nearly a thousand monks in the front line noticed this frightening vibration.

The foundation-building disciples on the ground felt it more clearly. Along with the increasingly obvious abnormal noise, the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

For a time, the morale of the army was in chaos, and many impatient Foundation Establishment disciples even wanted to use their weapons to fly to the sky to test the truth.

The rich old man raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "What do you want to do?! Return to the queue immediately, and don't make any noise, otherwise military law will be enforced!"

The next second, the entire front line was silent.

This was not because of the rich old man's words, but because an invisible black line gradually appeared in the distance.

There is a huge black shadow in the center of the black line, which gradually reveals its true appearance as time goes by.

It was a ferocious and terrifying giant turtle!

This monster is seven to eight hundred feet long, with a high bulge on its back. It is more than two hundred feet high. Looking at it, it looks like a whole mountain range rising from the ground, slowly approaching the front lines of the seven sects.

Every step makes the earth shake and the mountains shake, every move makes the earth collapse!

The giant boat of the Ghost Spirit Sect is already an almost invincible behemoth in the eyes of the disciples of the seven sects.

But now, a dozen of the giant boats that were more than fifty feet long were dispatched, together with more than thirty black giant flags that were tens of feet long, moving slowly like toys beside the giant turtle.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly, and all the luck in their hearts fell to the ground, and turned into invisible dust when blown by the wind.

This terrifying military force stopped dozens of miles away from the front line.

Before everyone could take a breath, the terrifying demon turtle, which was as huge as a mountain range, raised its huge head that looked like a dragon and let out an earth-shattering roar.

"hold head high!"

Break through the clouds and crack the rocks! Divide the gold into pieces!

This roar made the whole world tremble slightly, making a harsh scream.

The expressions on the faces of the seven sects who formed pills became extremely ugly.

"Level 7 monster!"

The rich old man lowered his head and glanced at the foundation-building disciples whose morale had dropped to the bottom, and shook his robe sleeves with a serious expression.

"Let's go! I'll go and learn the magic skills of these monsters first!"

More than thirty rays of escaping light soared into the sky, and the dazzling aura at this moment even overshadowed the overwhelming demonic power on the opposite side.

A distance of tens of miles is nothing to a monk in the Dan Formation stage. Everyone flew to high altitudes, and the rich old man took the lead and said loudly:

"I don't know which Taoist friend is in charge across the street. Can you show up and see me?"

"Hahaha..." A burst of children's laughter like silver bells came from all directions, which seemed extremely weird.

Everyone's expressions changed, and then they saw more than twenty rays of light shooting out from the flying boat.

The light dissipated, and more than twenty demonic alchemists were suspended in front of the seven sects. They were all fierce and full of momentum. Although the number of people was slightly inferior to that of the seven sects, when the two sides faced off, the one who was at a disadvantage in terms of momentum was actually the seven sects.

Send a group.

The three demonic elixirs were suspended in front of the rest of the people, and they were obviously the ones in charge.

Two of them were in the middle stage of pill formation, one was a young man in black robe who had previously attacked the nameless barren mountain, and the other was a skinny old man with narrow eyes, with several leather bags hanging around his waist, faintly exuding a strong evil aura.

As for the remaining one...

The rich old man looked solemn and asked in a low tone:

"Your Excellency, are you the Xuanhuo boy from the Demon Flame Sect?"

The last person turned out to be a young boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old. He only wore a fiery red bellyband with a hideous bloody centipede embroidered on it.

This boy has no hair on his body, and purple-black spiritual patterns are all over his body, converging and crisscrossing on his face, forming a lotus-like pattern.

"Hey, I didn't expect that my name has spread to the country of Yue." The boy grinned, and his childish voice coupled with his arrogant tone gave people an inexplicable and strange feeling.

Everyone in the seven sects suddenly changed their colors.

This mysterious fire boy is a master who has been famous for hundreds of years in the Demon Flame Sect. His Netherworld Mysterious Fire and his cultivation in the late stage of pill formation make him a rare opponent among Nascent Soul.

It is said that the souls of all monks who die at his hands will be completely refined by the Netherworld Fire, and they will never have the chance to be reincarnated again!

In several surrounding countries, its notoriety is so great that it can almost make a child stop crying!

Unexpectedly, the Demon Flame Sect actually sent this person out this time.

"Since you have all heard of my reputation, you should surrender quickly. If you wait until I take action, it will be too late."

The Xuanhuo boy smiled coldly and stretched out his palm. Everyone heard a "bah" sound, and a ball of purple-black magic fire appeared on his palm, burning quietly.

"This Netherworld Mysterious Fire of mine is in urgent need of soul nourishment from the monks in the alchemy stage before it can advance. If you insist on resisting to the end, then after this battle, the power of this Mysterious Fire may be even higher."

Already."

The corners of Xuanhuo Boy's mouth were slightly raised, and a cold murderous intention appeared all over his body.

Everyone in the Seven Sects was immediately shocked. At this time, the distance between the two sides was only about a mile. For high-level monks, this distance was not much different from being face to face.
Chapter completed!