The battle between the three people and the black cheetah was not long, at best it was only half a cup of tea. However, during this half cup of tea, the three people tried all the spells they could use, but none of them could break it.

The defense of the jet black cheetah.

Only Wang Chuan's several all-out attacks used his flying sword to scratch a few scars on the cheetah's body. Although these scars were deep, they were insignificant compared to the jet-black cheetah's figure. These scars were not suitable for the jet-black cheetah.

Words are better than nothing.

Wang Chuan's full blow can only be used a limited number of times, and the damage caused by him alone is not enough to kill the cheetah. The three of them knew they were outmatched, so they had no choice but to retreat.

But the road to retreat was not smooth sailing. As time passed, the cheetah's figure became more and more flexible. Even though the three of them had cooperated for many years, they inevitably suffered minor injuries from the cheetah's swift offensive.

The three people's mentality went through twists and turns during this tea time. From the original calmness to the later anxiety, all the anxiety finally turned into fear. Driven by fear, the three people had the idea of ​​​​escape.

The escape of the three people was not wrong. They were invincible and had to insist on death. What the three people didn't know was that the cheetah did not pursue them after leaving the white building. Instead, it destroyed other white buildings and released

Other monsters covered in pitch black.

As time passed, the jet-black cheetah released other jet-black creatures one after another. These jet-black creatures either actively followed the cheetah, or were subdued by him. In just half a day, the jet-black cheetah already had six or seven subordinates.

As the dark cheetah continues to destroy buildings and release black creatures, the number of his men continues to increase.

The floating island seemed to sense that the number of dark creatures was increasing, and the white buildings that were originally moving slowly suddenly accelerated their movement.

This change on the floating island alarmed all the practitioners on the island, and almost all the practitioners realized that something was wrong.

The practitioners who had previously noticed the movement of the building felt strange and were surprised by the change in the speed of the building's movement.

Those cultivators who had not noticed the movement of the building reacted immediately and finally found the reason why they were standing still.

At the same time, the jet-black cheetah also noticed this change. A deep sneer flashed in his eyes, and then he led several of his men and set off towards the next building at an even faster speed.

This jet-black cheetah is very intelligent, and every move reveals an aura of wisdom. Compared to the jet-black cheetah, the few men behind him seem to be a little intellectually chaotic.

The jet-black cheetah looked at his men with deep disdain in his eyes. In his eyes, these guys couldn't be compared to him at all.

Also, in the eyes of the king, the inferiors are just ants. Even if they are stronger, they are just stronger ants at best. Ants are just ants, how can they be compared with the king!

The movement of the white building invisibly pointed the way for many practitioners. The aimless practitioners became polarized at this time. Some people moved with the building, while others moved in the opposite direction of the building.

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There is an air restriction on the floating island, and no one can look down at the island from high altitude. If someone could look down at the entire island, he would see that the outer layer of the island is constantly rotating.

In this rotating outer area, there are three groups of people scattered. One group of people is walking in the direction of the movement of the building, and another group of people is walking in the direction of the movement of the building.

Walking against the direction of movement of the building, there are still a group of people looking for something in the building regularly.

No! This third batch should not be called humans. They are a group of pitch-black monsters, or it would be more appropriate to say they are some mutant animals covered in pitch-black.

Now there are dozens of these pitch-black guys. In just a few hours, their number has almost doubled.

The leading jet-black cheetah seems to be searching relentlessly, with no intention of stopping. Every time the jet-black cheetah releases a black creature, the buildings on the island move faster. Many practitioners at this time cannot see these situations.

Come on, they are now on the periphery of the island, how can they know the changes in the entire periphery. They are all pawns in the game. No matter how they react, they are not free from the control of certain beings.

After having a clear direction, many lost practitioners began to meet accidentally on the island. And the encounter between them was often the beginning of a fight.

"Hahahaha! After walking for a long time, I finally met a living person. Boy, if you are wise, hand over all your possessions. Maybe a certain family will be happy and spare your life."

A monk with a short hair pointed arrogantly at a monk in front of him.

The monk in front of the short-haired monk looked like an elegantly dressed man from behind. But as soon as he turned around, the elegant temperament on his body was gone.

He has a lion nose, triangular eyes, and his wrists are exposed from the sleeves. The Confucian shirt is not very decent on him, and it is an eyesore. Obviously, this Confucian shirt is not his own, but more like his trophy.

Upon closer inspection, this Confucian shirt is the sect costume of Jiuhua Academy. Obviously, this monk is not a good person, even the disciples of Jiuhua Academy died at his hands.

"Are you talking about me? What a coincidence! I have a similar idea, hand over what you have on you. As for your life, I will take it without mercy!"

The monk in Confucian robes has a slightly hoarse voice, which combined with his image gives people a creepy feeling.

When the monk with a short head heard the words of the monk with a Confucian shirt, the hairs on his whole back stood up instantly. For no reason, the monk with a short head lost a bit of momentum, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

The plain words of the monk in Confucian shirt made him feel dangerous for some reason. The monk's feeling has always been very effective, which is an instinct of the practitioner.

Looking at the Confucian monk in front of him, the short-haired monk frowned. He was obviously just an ugly person, so why did he feel creepy? Could it be that he was frightened by his appearance.

Thinking of this, the short-haired monk felt that his idea was somewhat ridiculous. Shaking his head, the short-haired monk put aside other unnecessary thoughts.

When they meet on a narrow road, they are bound to die. His eyes showed a fierce light, and a look of greed appeared on his face. Looking at the person in front of him, he seemed to have regarded the treasures and spiritual stones on his body as his own trophies.

"Ugly ghost! If you are wise, hand over all your worth quickly before I change my mind. Maybe I will spare your life!"

"Who are you?"

The monk in Confucian shirt tugged his fingers, with a slight chill in his voice.

"It's your father!"

The inch-headed monk trembled, but he still had the courage to shout. At this time, he was so blinded by the benefits that he could not care about anything else.

If you were a clear-minded person, you would definitely hide as far away as possible at this time. If someone else's words can make you jump, then you can only

To explain one reason, the difference in strength between the two sides is not even the slightest bit.

"court death!"

The Confucian monk shouted loudly, a silver light flashed in his hand, and a foot-long water-splitting thorn was clasped in his hand.

"Hey! You still dare to resist? I will send you back to the west!"

A blue light flashed in the hands of the monk with a short head, and a machete was held tightly in his hands.

The monk with a short head held the knife in both hands and rushed towards the monk in Confucian shirt with a shout. However, as soon as he rushed halfway, his hands involuntarily let go of the machete.

The machete fell to the ground with a clang. The short-haired monk covered his neck in disbelief and watched the figure of the monk in Confucian robes in front of him slowly disappear.

At the same time, the shadow at the feet of the inch-headed monk seemed to shrink a bit. Behind him, a figure changed from shallow to dark, and finally revealed the back of the monk in Confucian robes.

Gently shaking off the blood on the water-splitting thorn, the monk in Confucian shirt turned around and kicked the monk with a short head. After a few twitches, the monk with a short head became silent again. Blood gurgled out of his neck like a spring.

After a while, a stream of blood formed on the ground.

"Trash! Trash! You can't even catch one of my moves!"

Cursing lightly, the monk in Confucian shirt picked up the machete of the monk with a short head. He looked at it briefly and showed a satisfied look.

"No wonder you are so arrogant. It turns out that it all depends on this magic weapon."

Putting away the machete, the monk in Confucian shirt groped around the body of the monk with a short head and took away everything.

The monk in Confucian shirt wiped the blood on his hands cleanly on the corpse, murmured a curse, turned around and left. Only the corpse of the monk with an inch head was left on the spot, proving that what had just happened here

A fight.

Similar situations are also happening in other places on the periphery of the island. This is the moment when monks from all sides meet. The monks who think they are good at it all join the ranks of killing people and seizing treasures.

The ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed on the floating island. How can these practitioners have aloof and otherworldly demeanor? They are all confused by interests and fall into madness.

While the practitioners were fighting in the den, the black creatures led by the jet-black cheetah were unusually united. There were no less than sixty black creatures led by the jet-black cheetah, and their number was still increasing.

Gradually, the number of black creatures has begun to catch up with the number of practitioners. A few more hours have passed, and there are only about eighty or ninety practitioners left on the island, while the number of black creatures is

It's about to break through 100.

The number of his men was about to exceed one hundred, and the Black Cheetah seemed to find it difficult to lead. So he stopped destroying the white buildings, and instead began to lead many of his men, wandering among the many white buildings.

If you observe the island from a high altitude, you will definitely find that whether people are walking in the direction of the movement of the building or against the direction of the movement of the building, they will eventually meet in one place.

The two groups of people returned to the same place by different routes, and their destination turned out to be the same. At that common destination, there was a layer of silver light curtain blocking the way.

The black cheetah, leading many black creatures, is also moving towards that place in a zigzag manner. Faintly, the black cheetah is commanding many black creatures, forming a tendency to surround the destination of many practitioners.

Many practitioners did not notice this at all, and before they knew it, they were surrounded by those black creatures. Even the vast majority of practitioners did not know that these black creatures existed at all.
Chapter completed!