In the cave, the mirror flowers, water, moon and silver jade plate emitted psychedelic silver moon light, covering the entire lake. The calm lake surface ripples, and in a short while, another world was reflected under the water surface.

Song Mingting sank under the water and entered the blessed land of Spring and Autumn. Along the way, Song Mingting did not delay at all and headed straight to the final test place.

In front of the towering palace, Song Mingting stepped into it step by step, and the world had changed.

In the distance, Jingyang Peak is mostly tilted, and it is about to cut off the Lean Peak in half. Zhemei Peak, Wude Peak, and Jingyue Peak are also full of scars, and there are traces of war everywhere.

The sky is extremely gloomy, and countless ghosts are flying all over the sky. There are dozens of bright balls of light in the sky, constantly shining with huge light. This is a battle between real-life experts.

"Mingting, be careful!" A sword light came in lightning. After a scream, a disciple of the Ming Ghost Sect who attempted to sneak attack Song Mingting was killed.

Song Qingyi rushed to Song Mingting.

"Are you okay?"

Song Mingting suppressed his fear, shook his head, then activated the flying sword and used the Zhongshu Sword Technique to protect himself. Seeing that Song Mingting was just pale and not injured, Song Qingyi felt relieved. He activated the flying sword and the sword energy of the other mountain to continue to kill the enemy.

"Follow me!" Song Qingyi said quickly, then stopped talking and tried his best to resist the enemy.

Song Mingting was filled with fear and panic, and looked around in a hurry. The second brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother, the sixth brother, the seventh brother, and more senior brothers from Zhongshufeng formed a sword formation and were resisting the enemy.

Then ghosts that covered the sky and the sun rushed over, and the sword formation formed by everyone was like a small boat in a storm, and it was always at risk of overturning.

Song Mingting found himself trembling in fear. He wanted to stop the trembling on his body, but found that he could not stop at all. Compared to being afraid, he was more confused now.

He didn't understand that he was fine a few days ago. His master was kind and harmonious. His strength had made great progress under the circumstances of a few small opportunities, and he had lost his last little trouble. Why did the demonic way attack the mountain overnight?

Song Mingting was confused and suddenly heard a sensation of earth-shaking sad roar.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" Song Qingyi's face changed and he said loudly. Everyone hurriedly retreated. In the sky, a body covering the sky suddenly hit and hit Zhongshu Peak heavily.

The entire Zhongshu Peak was shocked by the impact, and Song Mingting was shocked and could not stop being shocked.

Tongxuan Kunlong, who bumped into Zhongshu Peak, was easily broken, and Tongxuan Kunlong was also killed. He just saw that Pan Yuanshan and some of his brothers had no time to escape and were crushed into meat paste by Tongxuan Kunlong.

Song Mingting was no longer just afraid and confused, but despair. Pan Yuanshan and his senior brother competed for the position of chief for so long, and the two of them had been going on and off for so many years, but they had not decided a victory or defeat. But such a genius died like this? Was he crushed to death so easily?

Even such a genius died like a mustard of grass, what about him?

"Be careful!" Song Qingyi suddenly let out a loud shout.

A stunningly powerful ghost suddenly broke through the sword formation of the crowd and rushed into the crowd. Wherever he passed, there were corpses everywhere, and no one was the enemy of this evil ghost.

Song Mingting's heart also reached his throat, and he attacked the evil spirit without thinking, intending to stop the other party, without realizing how much his behavior was, because his fourth and fifth brothers were on the way forward of the evil spirit!

Seven or eight sword lights killed the evil spirit, the one belonging to Song Qingyi was the most eye-catching. But it was still slow. Li Qingque and Wei Kuangyuan were instantly hit by the evil spirit and fell out. After landing, their skin turned blue and white and there was no sound.

Everything happened too quickly, and Song Mingting didn't even react, and the two living people, Li Qingque and Wei Kuangyuan, turned into two moving corpses.

A huge sadness suddenly surged in Song Mingting's heart, but at this moment, he finally felt something was wrong. But the situation was critical and he could not let him think about it carefully. He could only follow his senior brothers and brothers and retreat.

After fighting along the way, Song Mingting retreated into a large formation with his brothers. With the help of the formation, the enemy's offensive finally slowed down a little, and everyone had a chance to breathe.

Most of the brothers around him were missing. On the way just now, the second brother, the seventh brother, Situ, Gu Xiezhen, Huo Qilu... Many brothers he was familiar with died, and there were more inner brothers he was not very familiar with. They retreated all the way, and there were corpses everywhere.

Song Mingting was filled with grief and anger. He hated that he was not strong enough. If he had strong enough, maybe the fourth and fifth brothers and others would not die at all. At the same time, the feeling of something wrong in his heart became stronger and stronger. But because his heart was filled with grief and anger at this moment, it was even harder to notice the feeling of something wrong than before.

"What should I do?" Song Mingting looked at Song Qingyi at a loss. Not only him, but everyone at the scene was watching Song Qingyi, including the elders.

As the chief of Zhongshu Peak, Song Qingyi was far more powerful than ordinary disciples. Even most elders were not as strong as him. In the absence of the Zhenren and the elders of Yinji, everyone naturally followed him as their leader.

Song Qingyi had a calm face and thought of countermeasures.

"It is not a long-term solution to stay here. We have to fight out as soon as possible, meet with the elders, retreat into Guizang Cave Heaven and make plans!" After thinking for a while, Song Qingyi said decisively.

Although being trapped in the formation can give you a breath, when the demons repel others and encircle this place, they will become an isolated island and will definitely die without a burial place. Therefore, breaking through the siege as soon as possible and pursuing Xuanyun is the right move.

Song Qingyi's decision was not a problem.

Therefore, although I subconsciously didn't want to face those terrifying ghosts so quickly, everyone quickly formed a sword formation and killed them.

Layer layers of mountains spread out, flying swords opened the way, and everyone killed out of the formation. The ghosts that covered the sky and the sun came up again.

Song Mingting took a breath and was about to activate the flying sword to launch an attack, a terrible magic wave suddenly burst out from the sky. After the light flashed, a figure fell from the sky and fell to everyone.

"Self-restraint! Today is your burial day!"

Accompanied by a rampant laugh, a real person from the Nether Ghost Sect rushed down in the sky with a few amazing ghosts.

"Master!"

"Master of Peak!"

Everyone was shocked. The one who fell in front of everyone was not someone else, but a real person who was a real person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person who was a person

As the wind broke out, Song Qingyi rushed out without thinking and stood in front of the real person Ke Ji.

"Disciple, you are no match for him, go quickly!" The real person Keji was very anxious when he saw that he was blocking Song Qingyi.

Song Qingyi looked firm and tried his best to slash out a sword. The ink words were flying all over the sky, and the simple and unpretentious sword light soared into the sky and slashed towards the real person in the sky.

At the critical moment of life and death, Song Qingyi's Eight Swords of Yong's Eight Swords actually made a breakthrough. Unfortunately, his strength is too far from my Daoqian. No matter how the Eight Swords of Yong's Eight Swords breaks through, it is impossible to be the opponent of the real person of the Nether Ghost Sect in front of him.

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