"What is this? Why have you never seen it?"

Wu Ye looked at the red tornado rolling towards them not far away. With his Nine-Turn Peak Spirit, he could naturally detect the reality of the tornado. It was made up of countless small insects mixed with red mist, which was very strange.

For thousands of years, Lingtian Sword Sect has searched the first three levels of this lost fire cave for thousands of years. Why hasn't it seen such a strange thing?

However, the little insect's vitality fluctuates extremely weakly and should not be a powerful thing. He greeted him, and the shuttle-shaped magic weapon under his feet let out a sharp roar and continued to move forward.

There was still a faint light musk floating in the air, and the boy should be not far ahead.

As he thought, the insect was indeed not at all dangerous. The yellow clouds behind it could kill thousands of people in a roll of yellow smoke. The monks beside him also took action. In just a moment, everyone was cleared.

However, there are too many insects, and they are constantly coming from all over the place, and they are invincible.

After a moment, Wu Ye frowned and shouted: "Don't worry! Bounce directly over!"

The monks nodded and rushed forward with their heads covering their heads. After half a stick of incense, Wuye felt something was wrong. At their speed, they should have been moving dozens of miles at this time. Why are there still dense insects next to them?

"Supreme Elder, what's going on?"

After a while, a Jiange elder who was following him suddenly exclaimed. Wu Ye turned around and saw that the yellow clouds behind him were thin and only a faint trace was left. He quickly pinched the magic seal, but unexpectedly, the heaven and earth vitality that had originally summoned did not respond at all.

He was shocked and then, his feet suddenly became empty, and the shuttle-shaped magic weapon fell down. Then the monks around him screamed, all the flying magic weapons were invalid, and everyone fell straight down.

After all, they were all cultivators in the Nine-Turn stage. After only a few dozen feet, they all reacted. They pinched the magic tricks one by one and wanted to summon the vital energy of heaven and earth. However, like Wu Ye, no matter what kind of five elements, all the vital energy of heaven and earth disappeared for no reason.

"Use the power of the Nascent Soul, use the flying sword! Back!" Wu Ye shouted loudly and took out a silver long sword first. His essence and blood weapon had been smashed by Xiang Yang, but as the supreme elder of the Lingtian Sword Sect, there is naturally no shortage of the best sword weapon in the Sumeru Ring.

The Nine-Turn Cultivator, even if he did not use the power of heaven and earth, his vitality was already extremely abundant. As soon as the flying sword came out, everyone immediately stabilized their bodies, but after a moment, someone screamed again.

"This bug...this bug is weird!"

At this time, everyone was surrounded by dense red insects, and there were more flying swords under their feet. Not long after, the light of the flying swords dimmed, and the good magic weapon suddenly became a bottomless pit that swallowed the vitality. No matter how much energy they input, it was useless.

"Where is this ghost thing coming out!" Wu Ye's face was solemn, and he raised his hand and was a fire rain technique. Although he was a earth-type monk, there was no problem in issuing such ordinary fire spells.

Unexpectedly, the fireballs in the air had just formed and soon swayed a few more times, turning into sparks and dissipating. The insects next to the fireballs were not damaged at all, and even looked a little more energetic.

After a while, all the five elements magic were used, and none of them worked. Only then did the group of monks panic.

At this time, even their bodies were covered with dense insects, and magic weapons such as armor and robes were dim. The only thing they could do was to reach out and slap the insect to death.

The body of this weird thing is very fragile. It can be crushed to death with one slap, but what's the use? The number of insects around is counted in billions. How many can it be killed with two hands?

Everyone felt their vitality leaking wildly, as if countless spells were being released every moment. No matter how powerful the Nascent Soul was, it could not support such consumption, and it became a little depressed soon.

Soon, a Sword Pavilion elder in the early stage of the Nine-Turns could no longer hold on. The light of the flying sword under his feet subsided, and his whole body fell down like a stubborn stone, and soon disappeared into the red fog, leaving no trace.

A moment later, a scream came from afar...

Then another...

After a stick of incense, Wu Ye was covered in dust and led less than ten late-stage monks in the Nine-Turn stage to get out of the insect swarm, and rushed towards the rear as if he had seen a ghost. He was only ten miles away before turning around with lingering fear and looking into the distance.

"This..." Looking at the floating red tornado in the distance, and looking at the remnants of the defeated soldiers around him, Wu Ye wanted to die.

Nearly a hundred elders of the Sword Pavilion in Lingtian Sword Sect, most of whom were unaware of their lives and deaths. The only ones left were these few. Even these few were all as beautiful as gold paper, and their vitality was greatly damaged.

The most chilling thing is that judging by the terrifying level of the insect swarm, the boy with all his hopes was probably dead here, and the origin of the immortal beast was naturally unavoidable. The Sword Sect paid such a tragic price and ended up empty-handed...

Below the distant canyon, Xiang Yang walked leisurely along the bottom of the valley. The blood-colored dragon pattern flashed and disappeared on his forehead. Every time he flashed, within ten feet of his side, all the monsters seemed to have encountered the most terrifying thing and fled out desperately.

The dragon bloodline has a great impact on insects. It is a kind of suppression from nature and is engraved in instinct. Even if these little insects have no intelligence at all, they are still the same.

Without the support of energy, the Nine-Turn Elders of the Lingtian Sword Sect did not have the terrifying body of Xiang Yang. Most of them fell into flesh mud, and the remaining few were half dead.

Seeing that they were missing their arms and legs, Xiang Yang kindly sent them on the way.

The only regret is that I have never seen Wu Ye’s figure, I think it was for him to escape.

Lingtian Sword Sect is worthy of being a big sect that is inferior to the Nine Ding Immortal Sect. These Nine-Turn Elders have a lot of wealth. Although this is the case in Xiang Yang's eyes, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat. No matter how much wealth it has, it will always be exhausted when it comes in or out. He has never let go of a low-level vital energy stone.

Now, these insect groups have become his protective umbrellas, and Xiang Yang is not in a hurry. He has made a big round and searched them all, but he almost stripped off his shorts.

He did not notice that when he entered the lost fire cave, the source fire flashed slightly in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if he was confirming and looking for something.

Then, the entire lost fire cave became turbulent, and one of the more confused consciousnesses reacted instinctively...
Chapter completed!