The leader is an old man with long hair and beard.
He is skinny and skinny, his eyes are extremely sharp, and there is no aura fluctuation in his body.
Ling Hao released his spiritual power to check his cultivation level, but found no results. He was obviously a strong person in the realm of enlightenment.
Following him were two men and women in gray robes. They looked to be in their seventies or eighties, with rosy faces and good spirits.
"Zi Ling, can you find out the cultivation levels of the three people in front?" Ling Hao transferred his consciousness into the sea of consciousness.
"The strongest person is the fifth-level Enlightenment. There is also a third-level Enlightenment and a second-level Enlightenment." Zi Ling replied.
"Yeah!" Zi Ling responded: "In addition to the three of them, there are about a dozen people in the team who have entered the middle and late stages of Taoism!"
"What a big battle!" Ling Hao replied.
It seems that the Shengyou Clan is determined to capture him this time!
With such a formation, even the Shengyou Clan with rich heritage cannot be dispatched casually!
He also observed that there were about a hundred people in the opposing camp wearing the same black costumes, each holding a special scimitar in their hands and wearing a ghost-head mask on their head.
It can be seen from the auras on their bodies that among these hundreds of people, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all third-grade extraordinary ones, and the strongest ones are already ninth-grade extraordinary ones!
"Are you sure about the fifth level of enlightenment?" Ling Hao continued to ask.
"Even if we can't win, we can definitely hold him back!" Zi Ling responded: "However, if this happens, the others will have to deal with it yourself, Brother Ling Hao!"
"That's it!" Ling Hao responded: "You just need to hold him back for a while!"
"Okay!" Zi Ling responded.
Afterwards, Ling Hao removed his consciousness from his body.
At the same time, everyone on the other side had arrived at a distance of three to four hundred meters.
"You only brought so many people? You're a bit brave!" The long-haired and bearded old man named Youxiao stared at Ling Hao with eyes like a beast.
"Say your name?" Ling Hao glanced at the other party.
"As a dying person, it's okay to tell you." Youxiao responded coldly: "Second Chief of the Shengyou Clan..."
call!
Before he could finish his words, a ball of purple flames shot out from Ling Hao's body and hit Youxiao with the force of lightning and thunder.
No one on the other side realized what it was!
"Huh?!" Youxiao's pupils shrank, and at the same time he raised his hand and swept away.
Bang!
Naturally, he couldn't block Zi Ling's full-strength move when he took action in a hurry. Suddenly, he saw Youxiao suddenly flying a hundred meters away, and there was blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
And before he could completely stabilize his body, Zi Ling rushed over again, like a purple lightning bolt.
"Seeking death!" Youxiao roared angrily, raised his hand and shook hands in the direction of Zi Ling.
Then the void in that area was instantly distorted, and Zi Ling's speed also slowed down a bit.
However, he still underestimated Zi Ling's skill!
Bang!
There was a muffled sound again, and Youxiao was further blown away a hundred meters, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
However, although he was attacked twice, it did not have a great impact on his combat power.
After he regained his composure, he raised his hand to form a violent mark and blasted towards Zi Ling. The speed was so fast that the void immediately distorted.
Zi Ling did not choose to fight him head-on. She dodged the opponent's attack and then Yukong flew towards the void on the right.
"Go ahead, kill everyone except the boy named Ling!" You Xiao yelled at his men and chased after them.