The emerald pagoda gradually approached from the distant horizon, and its power and attack frequency became more and more powerful and intensive as the distance shortened. Yao Li was already a little overwhelmed, so he had no choice but to sacrifice the black evil fireball.
The sword and the ball were sometimes combined and sometimes they took turns to deal with the green beams of light that were constantly attacking.
As time passed, Li Peicheng floated over with thousands of fantasy emerald pagodas and green dragon ropes above his head, riding auspicious clouds calmly. Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo stood on both sides of him, and behind him stood a man with a somewhat unnatural expression.
Wen Ji and Mo Xie, as well as the shocked Zhenjun Xulun and Yuqin.
Li Peicheng's deep eyes cast a calm gaze without any fluctuations at the ancestor of the Xue Ming Cult. Others, including Yao Li, who was struggling to cope with the Wanhuan Huan Cuita, did not even glance at him with the corner of his eye.
The ancestor of the Blood Ming Sect believed that he had vast magical powers and unparalleled poisonous skills. He had seen many powerful people and experienced many dangerous things in his life. But for some reason, when he opened his blood-colored eyes and looked at Li Peicheng, his heart rose for no reason.
A chill arose, and for the first time in my life, I had the thought that I might not be my opponent before I actually took action.
Why do I have such a weird idea? Could it be that he is more powerful than the Immortal Lord of Liuhe? The ancestor of the Blood Ming Sect asked himself a little uneasily. But at this time, it has become a trend of riding a tiger, and the ancestor of the Blood Ming Sect is reluctant to part with the foundation he has created with his whole life.
It was impossible to just go back home.
"Wang Ping, go and kill those two traitors to our sect!" The ancestor of the Xue Ming sect rolled his blood-colored eyes and shot two bloody gazes towards Wen Ji.
Wang Ping, who looked like a bamboo pole, took orders from Jie Jie and flew down the black mist cloud with a strange smile. A black light compass hung above his head. He held a long banner embroidered with countless poisons in his hand and pointed towards Wen Ji and Mo Xie.
Said: "You two come and die quickly."
Just as Wang Ping finished his words, Yao Li's swords and balls finally couldn't stop the attack of Wanhuan Huan Cui Pagoda, and became dim and powerless. After repelling the swords and balls, a beam of green light struck fiercely.
On Yao Li.
The black python armor on Yao Li was obviously a very good magic weapon. It could actually block a beam of fifteen thousand emerald lights. However, Yao Li obviously felt uncomfortable and was blown away five or six miles away.
, there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the heavy black fog that originally surrounded his body became much lighter.
Everyone's attention was focused on Li Peicheng, who looked calm, and Wen Ji, who looked uneasy. They didn't expect that the Wanhuan Huan Cui Pagoda was so powerful that it injured Yao Li in the blink of an eye, but Li Peicheng didn't seem to move at all.
Just passable.
When Li Peicheng saw that Wanhuan Huancui Pagoda had injured Yao Li, he did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack. Instead, he stopped attacking. He ignored Wang Ping and said to the ancestor of the Blood Ming Sect in an unhurried manner: "It seems that you must have heard
What's the news, so I want to kill me first. Well, I'll give you this opportunity today. There are so many people here, it's inconvenient, how about we leave Fuxia Island and go to the fairy sky to fight?"
The ancestor of Xue Ming Cult secretly admired Li Peicheng's courage and grace, rolled a pair of blood eyes and said: "That's fine."
As he spoke, he took the black clouds and took the seven Yao Li people to the vast celestial sky far away from Fuxia Island. As for dealing with Wen Ji's master and disciple, he naturally gave up for the time being.
Upon seeing this, Li Peicheng took his two disciples and Wen Ji and followed him in Xiangyun.
The two clouds flew to the fairy sky a hundred thousand miles away from Fuxia Fairy Island in a moment, and then stopped a few miles apart.