The words were like thunder, and several people's eyes widened and they turned their heads to check.
The spring is about ten square meters and is surrounded by a circle of black grass.
The central spring slowly gurgled water out. Although it was extremely slow, it was always active.
"This is...Evil Spirit Spring?" Yu Ganxiao said in surprise.
Several people were unable to stand up anymore and did not have the energy to cast spells, so they could only crawl over.
"Where is the black spirit? It doesn't have any breath." Wan Leifeng was still more concerned about it.
"I don't know where it is. Could it be...it has been destroyed?" Situ Yun said in surprise.
"Before you have evidence, don't have too good thoughts! I don't think it's dead!" Yu Ganxiao looked serious.
"Hey? Where is Master Yunqing?" Miao Ximei suddenly thought.
Everyone was stunned and looked around. Abbot Yunqing was lying there quietly not far away.
"Master Yunqing!"
"Abbot Yunqing!"
"Yunqing!"
"Old bald donkey!"
Several people shouted continuously, but there was no response from the other side.
Everyone was originally crawling towards the Evil Spirit Spring, but now they changed direction and crawled towards Abbot Yunqing.
As he crawled, Wan Leifeng smiled bitterly.
How many people had never been so embarrassed and so close to death.
For hundreds of years, they have been arrogant in the world. There is no eighth person in the world who is equal to them and can do whatever they want.
But now, they don't even have the strength to stand up. The bottom layer of Qi in their core veins is the last energy to maintain their lives.
Everyone's magic weapons have been damaged, exhausted, and others have lost their meaning. They no longer have enough energy to control them.
After arriving at Abbot Yunqing's side, Sun Baiji looked at him sadly and couldn't help but shed tears.
Yu Ganxiao grabbed his hand and shook his head, calling out repeatedly: "Master Yunqing, Master Yunqing!"
"Amitabha...the poor monk's life is running out." Abbot Yunqing said slowly.
"Ah? He's not dead yet! Old bald donkey, don't leave first. This black spirit is still alive or dead," Wan Leifeng sobbed.
"The poor monk... knew at that moment... knew... although... although he would never reach the realm of the Buddha... but at that moment... the poor monk could not see it... but he still saw... the Buddha was waving to me... the poor monk... died No regrets." Abbot Yunqing said weakly.
Everyone was wiping tears sadly and didn't know what to say.
"Old bald donkey, you can't die, and you can't die. You've been fine for so many years, so at least you can live for a few hundred more years." Wan Leifeng said unkindly, but he shed more tears than anyone else.
The seven people practice separately on a daily basis. Although they know each other's situation, they have never interacted with each other, and there is nothing that would make them meet in the world.
They stayed in their respective secret realms without caring about worldly affairs and did not come out for a long time. This time, because of the appearance of the black spirit, they had to come out to fight.
This was the first time in the world that they had cooperated with each other, but the cooperation was seamless until the last moment.
Among these seven people, Wan Leifeng is the most ill-tempered and the most talkative, and will cause endless damage to anyone he catches.
Fortunately, other people also know his temper,
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I don't care. Sometimes I can't help but say a few words, which will cause Wan Lei Feng to yell at me more.
Everyone also knows that Wan Leifeng is a very just person. Although he has always respected simplicity and roughness, he also has a clear distinction between love and hate and is a reliable person.
Now seeing Abbot Yunqing dying, Wan Leifeng cried the hardest, comforting and cursing Hei Ling.
"By the way, where is Hei Ling?" Miao Ximei said suddenly,
Several people didn't have the strength to stand up, nor did they have much energy to sense it, so they could only tilt their heads and observe with their naked eyes.
The huge cave was very dark and the visibility was very poor. Everyone looked around for several times but found no trace of the black spirit.
"Is he really dead?" Long Shengtian has always been a man of few words, and he couldn't help it at this time.
"There!" Situ Yun suddenly shouted.
Everyone was startled and all tilted their heads and looked in the direction Situ Yun said.
On a mountain wall more than ten meters high, on a protruding rock, Black Spirit was lying there quietly.
"Black spirit! Bastard! Are you dead?" Wan Leifeng shouted with all his strength.
The sound spread around the cave, and the echoes continued for a long time.
"Jie Jie Jie..." Hei Ling suddenly made a voice and moved his body.
"Ah? He's really not dead!" Wan Leifeng said speechlessly.
At this time, the seven people had no chance of fighting, and even a low-level practitioner could kill them.
The fact that Black Spirit was still alive made them despair.
It shook a few times and raised its head to look around, and found several people below.
Hei Ling was stunned and quickly tried to get up, but before he could stand up, he accidentally fell down and fell heavily to the ground.
He then tried to stand up, but failed several times, and his vitality almost bottomed out.
The two sides were tens of meters apart, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Neither one understood the other's situation and could not figure out the next development.
"It's the same as us. It doesn't have much Qi in its veins, and there's not much Yin Qi left, so it can't use its ultimate move." Sun Baiji boldly guessed.
"Then what are you waiting for? Kill it! Seven people can't kill one of it?" Wan Leifeng crawled towards Heiling step by step, and the others followed with all their strength.
Hei Ling was shocked when he realized that he had no strength. He was relieved when he saw that the other party was also the same.
Now that I saw them crawling over, I panicked and hid behind me.
Suddenly, a very interesting scene happened in the huge cave.
Except for Abbot Yunqing lying there, six true immortals of the seventh level of immortality were crawling hard on the ground, chasing those who were also crawling in the upper realm.
Soon, Hei Ling was caught up by several people.
Only then did everyone realize that the black spirit's body had disappeared, and the black spirit that appeared in front of them was the true soul and incorporeal body.
Wan Leifeng hit Hei Ling with his fists, but his strength was already very low.
Sun Baiji pondered for a moment and said, "Throw it into the Evil Spirit Spring! Even if you can't destroy it, seal it again!"
Several people clung to the black spirit, dragging it meter by meter toward the Evil Spirit Spring.
Hei Ling struggled to break free and crawled in the opposite direction.
But how can one person defeat the strength of six people? After more than ten minutes of hardship,
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Finally arrived at the Evil Spirit Spring.
"Goodbye!" Yu Ganxiao said seriously.
"Plop".
Black Spirit was thrown towards the Evil Spirit Spring. As soon as it touched the black spring water, dozens of bony hands appeared from inside, pulling Black Spirit down.
Black Spirit screamed and struggled to break free, but was soon pulled into the water.
"Okay?" Wan Leifeng let out a breath of surprise and lay on the ground panting.
"I don't think it's that simple." Yu Ganxiao was a little worried.
"Yes, I don't think it's that easy either. I always feel like there's something missing, but I can't remember it." Sun Baiji frowned.
With a "pop" sound, the black spirit emerged from the other side and crawled out desperately, but the terrifying arm in the water stretched out again and pulled it down.
"Ah? He can still come out!" Situ Yun exclaimed.
"Boom boom boom".
The Evil Spirit Spring began to vibrate, and seven platforms appeared around the spring.
Everyone looked carefully and saw that there was a gray-white thing less than the length of a finger on every platform.
"What is this?" Miao Ximei looked puzzled.
"It will definitely be useful if you show up here! Get it first!" Sun Baiji said.
The black spirit is still struggling in the spring water, and dozens of hands are pulling it.
Several people crawled over and grabbed the items in their hands. Miaoxi Meiduo took one.
Each one is as thick as a finger, has a round hole on it, and is gray-white.
"I know! This is the bone flute! A necessary object to seal the black spirit!" Sun Baiji suddenly remembered.
"Bone flute?" Long Shengtian was shocked: "Is it the legendary thing that plays the sound of darkness to seal the black spirit?"
"Yes!" Sun Baiji looked very excited. He who was already weak felt full of strength again.
"What? Why don't you seal it quickly! Old man Sun, you should be able to do it, right?" Wan Leifeng quickly asked.
"This...I don't know how to use it." Sun Baiji pouted, expressing his helplessness.
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying hand in the spring grabbed Sun Baiji's foot and pulled it inside.
He was so shocked that he hurriedly crawled out, but the opponent was very strong and kept dragging Sun Baiji in.
Everyone quickly crawled over, some pulled Sun Baiji out, and some kept kicking and beating his arms.
With everyone's efforts, Sun Baiji finally broke free and rolled away from the spring.
On the other side, Black Spirit was still struggling, being dragged by dozens of hands, desperately trying to crawl out.
Several people gathered together and studied the bone flute.
"How do you use this thing? If you don't hurry up, it might come out again!" Situ Yun was a little anxious.
"Don't be afraid when it comes out. It can't cast spells anymore. So many people can't kill it?" Wan Leifeng said as he lay there.
"It is also a god in the upper realm, and now it has a true soul and an incorporeal body. I guess it cannot be destroyed, so I can only seal it again!" Sun Baiji said seriously.
"Even if it is sealed, won't it come out again and harm the lower realm when the time comes?" Miaoximei asked worriedly.
"Then we need the efforts of future generations..." Sun Baiji said with emotion.
Situ Yun said slowly: "I feel more and more...weak, and my core energy has almost reached its limit."