However, Wu Tu, the gray-haired old man among the three, frowned. The three of them were extremely powerful. Even Brother Tie Lianggu and his sister were already at the late stage of the Golden Core.
The opponent's choice may not be the most correct choice. If these two enemies have some trump cards, Bart and Balu in front will be the last chance to break through.
Just as he was in shock, Li Yan and Zhao Min had already turned back and rushed here, and Tie Lianggu also rushed forward amidst laughter.
Seeing that the two sides exchanged hands instantly, Wu Tu didn't say much anymore. With him here, the cultivation level of brother and sister Tie Lianggu was far higher than that of each other, so what kind of tricks could the other side make.
He then focused his energy on the incoming enemy, but did not take action with him.
In addition to protecting Tie Lianggu's safety, his mission was also to get him to participate in more such fighting. In his opinion, Li Yan and Zhao Min were no match for the brother and sister Tie Lianggu.
Li Yan and Zhao Min's sudden counterattack was indeed based on the fear of being surrounded by the opponent. In that case, the opponent had five golden elixir masters.
There is also a strong person in the False Infant Realm. Li Yan and Zhao Min are still unwilling to encounter a monk in this realm.
It is difficult for fake infant realm monks to guess their true strength. They are very close to the Nascent Infant realm, and some of them may be about to face a catastrophe.
Some of them have the most primitive and vague perception of the laws of heaven and earth. Although they are not even superficial, they can easily suppress the monks below Nascent Soul with this alone.
Now, he is suddenly fighting against the three people behind him, and the other party also has a woman whose strength has reached the late stage of Jindan. This is really unwise in the eyes of others.
This point is completely different from Li Yan's point of view.
When he first met the arrogant young man, Li Yan only roughly knew that he was not far from the border between Tianlan Grassland and Tingyun Country, but the exact distance was not clear.
Fighting against the Tianlan monks in the hinterland of Tianlan Grassland will only attract more and more enemies, and they will be trapped in a tight siege.
Therefore, the two men missed the target with one strike and immediately fled far away, not wanting to fight.
But things are different now. Since Li Yan was promoted to the middle stage of Jindan, his spiritual consciousness has not only surpassed that of the same level, but even the late stage of Jindan cannot compare with it.
The coverage area of his consciousness is almost the same as that of some fake infant monks, and the sweep range is approximately more than 4,600 miles.
Previously, Li Yan not only saw clearly that there were two middle-stage Jindan experts leading the Tsing Yi Guards to intercept them, but he also saw clearly that behind them was a large rolling mountain range.
This instantly overlapped with the news he got from searching for souls. There was a barrier called the "Chuyun Mountains" on the southern border of Tianlan Grassland.
That was the place where Tingyun State was handed over. At this time, Li Yan made a decision in an instant.
The message was quickly sent to Zhao Min. Zhao Min nodded slightly after hearing his plan, without any hesitation at all.
They did not take action immediately, but flew forward for a distance of about six hundred miles. This was exactly the limit that the spiritual consciousness of late-stage Jindan monks could detect in the ordinary sense.
However, the two middle-stage Jindan monks at the border couldn't sense the situation here, so it would be difficult for the two Jindan who blocked them at the border to know what was happening here.
Li Yan and the others were already within the shortest available range from the "Chuyun Mountain Range".
Although Li Yan knew that there was some special way of communication between enemies, such as short-distance transmission notes, it would definitely take time to use such things.
When he suddenly turned around and collided with the opponent within a few breaths, in fact, none of the three Tie Lianggu people thought of using that strange red grass to mobilize Bart and Balu immediately.
In their opinion, they could quickly defeat each other without even making any moves to deal with the two people in front of them.
What's more, there is Nasen, who is good at sneak attacks, waiting in the dark and can deliver a fatal blow at any time.
Tie Lianggu was facing Li Yan. He had already disliked this boy. His junior sister and Zhao Min were close to each other in an instant, and the battle was imminent.
Wu Tu, who was standing at the back, didn't think that Li Yan and the two were very capable until now. Before, they just relied on sudden sneak attacks.
Although Tie Lianggu himself was arrogant and evil, his cultivation talent was really strong.
Cultivation is not achieved by accumulating elixirs, but by actually improving through cultivation. Otherwise, how could one become a disciple of the great heavenly master in the clan?
"Boy, you dare to come to the grassland to inquire about news and kill my concubine. You will receive the most severe punishment!"
Tie Lianggu moved his hands in the air, and a mourning stick appeared above Li Yan's head.
As soon as the wail stick appeared, the originally cool early autumn morning suddenly became filled with sobs, and the soul-piercing ghost cries and screams resounded throughout the world.
Dark clouds quickly gathered in the originally clear blue sky.
At the same time, more than a dozen floating shadows appeared in the dark clouds, and these shadows rushed towards Li Yan in a flash.
The phantoms were dressed in floor-length white clothes, and all had expressionless faces. Their faces were blue-gray, and long fangs protruded from their lips.
As the mouth opened and closed, a long tongue as red as blood dripped with Yin Hong's mucus, and a soul-stirring pitiful cry came from his throat.
These cries make people upset, and the sea of consciousness roars continuously. Even the Golden Elixir monks are at risk of being seduced.
The white strips of foul-smelling cloth on the suspended mourning sticks trembled in the wind, turning a radius of several dozen feet into a blanket of gray, with bursts of stench that made people sick to their stomach.
Where the mist shrouded the ground, the green grass withered instantly, revealing the black soil.
Then, twisted figures half as tall as a man swayed and rose from the ground.
Their ever-elongating bodies, baring their teeth and flexing their claws, were covered in blue-black hair with long nails.
The sharp claws clawed at Li Yan's ankle above him.
Tie Lianggu's attack instantly formed an upward and downward encirclement, trapping Li Yan in the gray mist.
His attack against monks of the same level used to be almost invincible.
While the ghost's cries are bewitching the opponent's mind, the evil ghost attacks from above and below, trapping the opponent's figure in the poisonous mist, and kills the opponent in one fell swoop.
His magic weapon is called "Evil Spirit Ye Bafang", and it is actually a sinister thing.
In order to sacrifice this magic weapon, he refined nine golden elixirs, twenty-seven foundation builders, and 881 Qi Condensation Stage monks.
All the souls and wisdom of these people have been sacrificed, but they retain the resentment and anger of the seven emotions, and their resentment and anger are soaring to the sky.
They have no reincarnation and are trapped in this magic weapon for life after life, just to release their boundless resentment and anger when they are released.
This magic weapon would definitely not be refined by Tie Lianggu alone. All the golden elixir monks here were captured by their masters, including monks from Tingyun Kingdom and monks from outside who came here to practice.
Li Yan only felt his eyes darken, and he was already in a gray mist. The heart-wrenching cries made his mind surge like a tide and he could not calm down!
In front of Li Yan, a scene of a small village in Daqingshan being occupied by Meng's enemy troops appeared in front of him.
In the sea of fire, familiar faces showed extreme fear, and they fled in all directions.
Their clothes were disheveled, their hair was disheveled, and they were crying and calling the names of their relatives as they ran along.
Under the old locust tree at the head of the village, Li Yan was horrified to find his father and mother, who were each trampled on the ground by a Mongolian soldier.
No matter how hard the weak and hunched body struggled, it could not withstand the trampling of the meng soldiers who were grinning.
Then the two Meng soldiers began to cut their parents' necks bit by bit with knives, and a large amount of blood sprayed out from the necks.
The father and mother's bodies were twitching, and their big old hands kept digging at the ground. Their coarse clothes had long been dyed dark brown.
Their expressions were painful and twisted, their mouths were wide open, but they could not make any sound. Every time they tried to scream, they only brought more blood spurting out from their necks!
In the end, the two of them grabbed the air in vain with both hands, and fell to the ground feebly...
Not far away, Li Yan was horrified to find the figures of Li Xiaozhu, Li Wei, the eldest sister, and the second sister.
The woman was pushed to the ground, her clothes were being torn away, exposing her smooth body, and the man was driven through with a long nail from the top of the door and a hammer, and they let out shrill screams and wails...
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There was a "boom" in Li Yan's mind, and his consciousness seemed to be ignited by a ball of fire. It flew towards Tie Lianggu's body, and his speed suddenly slowed down.
To an outsider, Li Yan's forward body suddenly froze in the air, and then his ankles were grabbed tightly by several sharp claws below, tearing and pulling downwards desperately.
Those resentful souls are excited
, as if trying to climb up Li Yan's body along his legs.
As these sharp claws clasped his ankles, bursts of foul-smelling green smoke came out of Li Yan's spiritual weapon-level robes, and his skin quickly turned a grayish color.
And a dozen phantoms that jumped from the air arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. They opened their big blood-red mouths and bit Li Yan's throat, biting his head one after another.
Li Yan was currently in a state of confusion, standing in the air, letting green smoke rise from his body, like a wood carving and clay sculpture.
When Tie Lianggu, who was not far away, saw this, his eyes showed bloodthirsty ferocity, and like those fierce ghosts, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
Zhao Min on the other side had just met the Tianlan clan female cultivator in the air.
Seeing Li Yan become like this in an instant, she couldn't help but feel anxious, and immediately shouted, trying to wake Li Yan up.
Unexpectedly, Wu Tu, the gray-haired old man on the other side who had not made a move until now, stretched out his hand and gently drew it between the sky and the earth. An invisible barrier appeared in the middle of the battlefield between Zhao Min and Li Yan.
No soundproofing!
Zhao Min's voice was blocked back by an invisible force.
Wu Tu sneered in his heart. It was good that he didn't take action. The other party wanted to interrupt Tie Lianggu's technique. It was just a dream!
But at the same time, Wu Tu suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, which was his instinct after years of fighting.
He had always been convinced of his premonitions, without any pause, and his consciousness swept around him in an instant.
After a circle, he moved his steps a little doubtfully, but found nothing. At the same time, the trace of heart palpitations disappeared.
Wu Tu then fixed his eyes on Zhao Min.
"I had heart palpitations when I was trying to stop her. Is there something weird about this woman?"
He couldn't help but focus on Zhao Min.
Seeing that her reminder was blocked, Zhao Min was shocked. She and Li Yan had a good plan, but they didn't expect that the open-chested young man's attack was so weird.
Li Yan was stunned in an instant. She turned around and rushed away to one side. She did not intend to fight with the opponent again.
"Your opponent is me, where to go!"
The woman's clear voice rang out,
"Get away!"
"Humph, there's no point in using your mouth!"
On the other side, more palms stretched out from below appeared on Li Yan's ankles, and the sharp teeth of the phantom at the front had touched his throat.
Tie Lianggu pointed at the mourning stick in the air with one hand. This time, the mourning stick emitted a thicker, foul-smelling gray fog, and the fog that enveloped Li Yan was even thicker.
"Hahaha, vulnerable!"
Tie Lianggu's proud laughter could be heard far away in the open grassland. At this time, Zhao Min was once again entangled by the Tianlan female cultivator. He was so far away that he could not return to his rescue!!
This chapter has been completed!