"Run, run...they're crazy, they're all crazy..."

Seeing the fall of many magical powers, an old man from the upper level of spiritual powers who came below with spiritual cultivation magical powers, called in horror the disciples of various aristocratic families below, carrying the fallen or injured magical powers, turning around and running, fearing that the powerful firepower would land on them like a seductive sickle.

While running, he also looked back at Luohun Cliff in horror, fearing that the machine cannons and sniper rifles would stare at him and others and blast over.

It was not until two or three kilometers that the crowd took a breath.

The leading psychics from the aristocratic families looked at the vaguely lurking Soul Cliff in the distance, and their mouths were filled with horror and murmurs: "Madman, madman... Luohun Cliff is crazy... He dared to do this... He dared to violate the hundred-year ban like this. He was crazy, so crazy..."

"Ahem...what...what...a hundred-year ban?"

A spiritual cultivation magic power realm whose shoulder was blown away by half of his shoulder, took the spiritual medicine and finally recovered a little. He had a pale face and struggled to sit up. While covering his mouth and coughing, he looked at a spiritual man next to him in panic.

"Uh... I'm the envoy, this is a ban initiated by the garrison office since modern weapons have gradually become stronger in my lower world!" The psychic hesitated for a moment and hurriedly replied.

"It is mainly forbidden to use various modern heavy weapons among monks. Those who dare to violate the situation should kill all monks in the world!"

This master of spiritual cultivation magic power realm was stunned and looked at his left shoulder that was bandaged but still had a short arm. He said in surprise: "How dare they use it?"

"Yes, so we didn't expect..." The psychic realm said with a wry smile.

The magical power realm's eyes flashed and looked at the bodies of seriously injured colleagues or colleagues carried by stretchers around them, and couldn't help but gritted their teeth and said, "The guardian... Damn it!"

There were seven people carrying the magic power realm here. Except for one who was mildly injured and had recovered and could walk by himself, a total of three people were killed on the spot. Although the remaining three people persuaded the elixir to save their lives, they were all seriously injured or above.

Moreover, whether the combat power of the magical power realm can be preserved in the future is mostly a matter of two things.

Thinking of these, these magical power realms all had pale faces and were full of gloom.

But just in the distance, everyone fled, and a ray of desolate and strange tone came.

Everyone turned their heads and listened carefully, their faces all looked strange...

"I am sad, and I will send my soul back. My soul returns without worries... You have all fallen into the soul. Don't stay here for a long time, and don't stay there... We are now offering a bunch of incense to guide you to return home..."

A faint singing slowly came from the Luohun Cliff, and a faint fragrance spread in the wind.

With this strange singing, the anger and gloom in everyone's heart seemed to gradually dissipate, and their minds gradually became quiet, but there was a hint of sadness.

"It's a soul-sending song..." An old man in the spiritual realm looked at the Luohun Cliff with a hint of loneliness on his face and said slowly: "The monks in Luohun Cliff are rescuing the souls who died in battle and sending them back to their hometown..."

"Souls who died in battle..." Everyone looked at the silent magical power realms lying on the stretcher made of tree trunks, and slowly lowered their heads.

In this battle, the Soul Lost Cliff was not damaged, and only the magical power realms from the spiritual world here were killed.

Listening to the singing that could have the effect of calming the spirit and calming the soul through several miles, everyone knows that the other party has at least several cultivators above the spiritual realm, and under the auspices of the cultivators in the supernatural power realm, they work together to perform this soul-sending technique. Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a distance to have such an effect.

Only the injured magic power realm still looked at Luohun Cliff with resentment and shouted angrily: "I'm not leaving yet, are you waiting for someone to invite you to dinner?"

After being yelled by this magical power realm, everyone shrank their necks and quickly carried the stretcher and left quickly.

But everyone's hearts were filled with depression. The cultivator of the spiritual sect, after such a large formation, was destroyed in this way.

I'm afraid it's very difficult to win this game back next.

Luohun Cliff has such precautions, and it will be extremely difficult to attack again, unless the guards' office have a rift with Luohun Cliff due to the century-old ban and stand on the side of the Tianmeng.

But when everyone thought about it carefully, this possibility was probably quite small; the relationship between Potian Alliance and the Guanguan Palace has been almost in an alliance since the founding of Fang Xiaonan, and has worked together to deal with the pressure of the Tian Alliance.

Everyone also knew the relationship between them.

At this moment, the Luohun Cliff has arranged so many methods, if the guards do not know it, it would be impossible to think about it.

The guards did not come forward to stop this matter, so the tricks in it are unexplained.

Thinking of this, everyone's momentum became increasingly low, and the entire team was dark.

On the other side of the guard house, Cuigushan people were looking at the not-so-clear picture on the screen. Although they had expected it, they were still stunned by the battle situation just now.

Several people, whose strength is no less than their magical powers, were easily and simply destroyed.

This is the top combat power for the lower world of cultivation, and he was killed in one go.

The few people were silent.

After a while, Zhao Gongping spoke out: "We are in a supernatural power to perceive the world; although the incident happened suddenly, the reactions of these monks seemed to be a little slower."

Yang nodded slowly and said, "The spiritual power of spiritual cultivation is abundant. Such monks are used to their world. When they suddenly come here, their spiritual perception is suppressed by some suppression. It is normal!"

After hearing Yang's explanation, Zhao Gongping and Cuigushanren nodded slowly and breathed a little relieved.

If such a tactic is really so sharp, then everyone will have to be careful when going out in the future.

But since there are such factors, be more cautious in the future, the chances of being attacked by someone should not be high.

"With this battle, the Tianmeng will no longer be able to launch a destructive blow to the Potianmeng. We can feel at ease!"

Yang said lightly: "But since the Spiritual Cultivation Heaven Alliance has arrived, I am afraid I won't give up! I can't let it go like this anymore. Otherwise, if the remaining inherited magic weapons really fall into the hands of such spiritual cultivators, my luck in cultivation will be so cut off!"

Speaking of this, Yang looked at the Cuigu Mountain Man and said, "I'm afraid I'll bother you, Shanren. The guards in various places will do their best to cooperate with your actions!"

The man from Cuigushan looked solemn and nodded, "Don't worry, the master of the government, leave everything to me. This is what I am doing, so I will naturally do my best!"

"That's good. If you find out, please inform me at any time. I will definitely help you with Jingping!"

"good!"

At this moment, on a mountain not far below Luohun Cliff, Xiaonan was standing on the top of a cliff, smiling with a smile on his lips, looking faintly at a place not far away. Behind him, ten masters of magical powers were standing quietly.
Chapter completed!