When everyone heard this, they all looked in the direction Xiaohua pointed.
"My brother's breath... seems to be about to be cut off. Please come and save him!"
Xiaohua was so anxious that she burst into tears, which made people feel extremely distressed.
At this moment, these passionate groups of righteous geniuses forgot about fatigue and severe pain in the wound and immediately flew towards the direction Xiaohua pointed.
Wan'er, Nan Qianqian and Eyan also stimulated the escape speed to the extreme, because they did sense the faint breath of a monk.
Chen Xuan at the end had a slightly narrowed eyebrows, and he launched his escape technique and followed closely behind Wan'er and the other two.
The disciples of Fanyu Academy and Sumeru Taoist Temple arrived as soon as possible. The group stopped in front of a raised mound in the swamp and saw a shocking scene.
I saw many monks in the mortal realm upside down around the earth mound, all of whom were unconscious and life and death were unknown.
Jun Yan stimulated his spiritual sense and quickly sensed it, and found that some of the monks still had a weak aura.
So he, Ming Fei and others walked over carefully to check to see how the physical condition of the monk with aura was still in the breath.
"Xiaohua, who is your brother?"
Wan'er flew to Xiaohua and asked this sentence.
"I, I can't see clearly, I don't know if my brother is still alive."
Xiaohua spoke in a crying voice, and tears couldn't stop flowing.
Wan'er was about to comfort Xiaohua, but the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were investigating the situation of the mortal cultivation suddenly flew upwards, as if they were avoiding some kind of attack.
Jun Yan and Ming Fei, the strongest ones, were not injured.
But other geniuses were caught in the chest, arms and waist, and were seriously injured in an instant.
Everyone was shocked and looked closely. It turned out that the mortal cultivators with weak breath on the ground had bloody claws stretched out from their abdomen. They didn't know what monster they came from, but this kind of demon claw scratched more than a dozen disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Next, a scene that surprised everyone even more.
I don’t know when, mysterious figures appeared quietly in the thick smoke not far away, some like human races, and some like monsters, strange and terrifying.
At this time, Jun Yan was calmer than ever before: "It seems that the drought disaster is the conspiracy you have set up.
Let me tell you, who is your master?
How dare you target our Kongsang Immortal Realm’s righteous path Immortal Sect.”
"Hmph, you little brat is very smart."
A half of his body slowly walked out of the thick smoke, as if he had been burned. He did not hide his evil spirit and his hatred for the human monks.
Jun Yan has read countless records of monsters in the Fanyu Academy library, but now it is the first time that he can't recognize what kind of monster this monster is in front of him.
Jun Yan could not judge other strange figures that appeared in the thick smoke.
He could only feel that the aura of these mysterious monsters was very strong, and the True Immortal Realm had to fight for life to have a chance of winning.
Fortunately, there are no monsters at the fifth level of the immortal level.
The True Immortal Realm is divided into entry-level, small success, big success and peak, corresponding to the first to fourth levels of the immortal level, and the fifth level of the immortal level is equivalent to the cultivator of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Jun Yan was about to draw more information from the charred monster on half of his body, suddenly, the huge monster on the left spewed out dozens of fire pillars, forcing the disciples of each sect to retreat quickly.
"No, Xiaohua was caught!"
The moment Wan'er avoided the fire column, she had no time to protect Xiaohua, so she could only watch Xiaohua being taken away by a giant hand that looked like a pine tree.
At the same time, several weak-state disciples of the Immortal Sect were caught by the demonic shadows in the thick smoke, accompanied by bursts of exclamations.
Next, an incredible scene appeared.
The leading monster knelt down at the giant hand that captured Xiaohua, presented a disciple of the Immortal Sect who had just caught and knocked out, and said respectfully: "Chunsui Tonglao, the blood food you want has finally been captured, and all of them are immortal-level boys and girls with pure origins."
"Chan Zheng, you did a good job."
This voice made Jun Yan, Wan'er, Lin Ying, Ming Fei and others feel shocked.
Immediately afterwards, the smoke spread out, and a wooden wheelchair and a small painting that was no longer weak on the wheelchair.
That’s right, the Qiansheng Tonglao in the mouth of the leading monster Chan Zheng is a mortal girl’s little painting!
This scene deeply shocked the genius disciples of the major immortal sects.
How did they think that the weak Xiaohua is actually the owner of these monsters.
The giant hand that placed the wooden wheelchair on the ground came from a huge body, with an evil spirit, disheveled hair, and it seemed like a monster in its body that could erupt at any time.
There is no doubt that this monster is the culprit that has previously ravaged Chechi Country - Drought!
"Why?"
Wan'er was the first to ask.
Bingxue was as smart as hers, and she couldn't understand Xiaohua's intentions.
Jun Yan and the others were as unintelligible as Wan'er, and a series of questions emerged in their minds.
What exactly does small painting exist?
Why do you have to pretend to be a mortal with powerful demonic power?
What does the title of Qiansheng Tonglao have the meaning?
Unlike others, Chen Xuan has another question, is this group of monsters related to Xin Yiwu?
"Why?"
Xiaohua actually smiled, but now her smile seemed a bit cold and creepy to the disciples of various sects. "Sister Fairy, I want to ask why, too."
When Wan'er heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned.