"Help, the seventh-grade Vajra Fire Monkey King is here. They will tear us into pieces..."
Everyone started making noises, retreating, unsheathing their weapons, and some even began to summon magical beasts.
Everyone's faces became extremely pale as they watched the seventh-level monsters jump off the stone pillars of the temple one after another, and then rush toward everyone crazily.
This is like escaping from the tiger's mouth and entering the wolf's den again.
Just now in the valley, everyone was destined to be trampled to death by the monsters. After moving here, they just had time to laugh, but now so many seventh-level monsters suddenly appeared.
When they saw the hordes of seventh-level monsters pouring down from the Panlong Pillar like water, everyone felt desperate, even more desperate than in the valley.
When we were in the valley, although there were a lot of monsters and they were very powerful, there were only thirty or fifty seventh-level monsters in total. Even if we had to fight head-on, we could all go low for a while, but now, none of these monsters is not a seventh-rank monster.
Above?
Feeling those powerful seventh-grade monsters, everyone felt as heavy as the fragrant wood that had been soaked in water for ten years, extremely heavy.
Everyone retreated, then retreated again, their momentum was low.
Facing so many monsters, everyone has no desire to fight anymore, or can they just wait for the first round of charge of these seventh-level monsters to trample everyone to death?
Everyone retreated, but no one in the dragon group moved. Although everyone in the dragon group looked solemn, no one retreated.
Compared with the others who were retreating continuously, the members of the Dragon Group led by Leng Meiying stood between them like a sword.
Compared with the panic of everyone, Ye Lin, Meng Changsheng and others looked very solemn. Su Qi and Jiu Qian Ding silently activated their body defenses, preparing to resist the first wave of impact.
Under the attack of these seventh-level monsters.
Xu Muzhou and Qian Yuling were ready to attack with all their strength.
Others, such as Xuanyang and the people swallowing the sky, also unsheathed their momentum and prepared to advance and retreat together.
Xiwu Ling's face showed confusion at first, and then a wry smile.
Leng Meiying, who was standing at the head of the team, sneered again and again. Looking at these seventh-level monsters charging towards them, Leng Meiying walked up alone without saying anything.
The lotus steps moved lightly, as if they were a string of demonic lotuses without any trace of dust, and they rushed towards all the seventh-grade magic beasts in a straight and careless manner.
Leng Meiying was dressed in pure white clothes, as if she were a fairy from the Nine Heavens who had no trace of the mundane world.
The charming face on her pretty face is incomparably perfect. What she sees in those arrogant eyes is not the monsters in front of her, nor the powerful monsters on the stage in the main hall behind her, but a kind of arrogance that is arrogant.
That's right, it's a kind of arrogance that is unparalleled in the world.
No matter the battle in front of her or the monsters, they could not arouse the slightest feeling in her.
She had only one goal, to cross over and push open the closed door.
One step is a lotus flower, one shake is an icy beauty.
Leng Meiying's movements were like a spark in the ice and snow, so dazzling and dazzling that everyone who stepped back couldn't help but look at her.
Leng Meiying's proud appearance naturally attracted the attention of Bi Xiangrong and other experts. Everyone looked at her in surprise, as if they had seen something unbelievable.
