No wonder Yang Ting is so arrogant and has a place in Yunhai Peak.
"roar."
However, the ethereal giant python that was cut into two parts did not die. Instead, it let out a roar, then twisted its torso and stood up again.
This time, it spat out a mouthful of jet-black venom, which was like ink and was very corrosive. Even a towering ancient tree as thick as a bowl turned into dead wood in the blink of an eye and fell down.
"ah!"
Immediately, several disciples who were unable to escape let out shrill screams, their bodies were corroded by toxins, and their skin was smoking.
"This is the poison of the ethereal python, everyone, run away!"
Yang Ting's expression changed and he shouted quickly.
The poison of the Void Spirit Python is so overbearing that even a strong person in the out-of-body realm will be seriously injured if he gets even a little bit of it.
Everyone was frightened and ran away like crazy.
The venom of this snake is so overbearing that they dare not approach it.
"Hmph, even a mere villain is trying to stop me, Yunhai Peak, and you are overestimating your own capabilities."
When Yang Ting saw the disciples who were poisoned by the Void Spirit Python, he was immediately furious. He was the core disciple of Yunhai Peak and would never allow these people to die in front of him.
The next moment.
He turned his palm, and a flaming knife appeared, exuding an incomparable brilliance.
Immediately afterwards, he jumped up, jumped into the air, stepped on the flame knife, and rushed towards the virtual spirit python like a meteor falling to the ground.
The flame knife cut through the air, shooting out a string of dazzling sparks, and finally carrying an extremely terrifying aura, it struck hard on the head of the Void Spirit Python.
Blood rained down, and the head of the virtual spirit python was cut off directly.
The huge corpse of the Void Spirit Python collapsed to the ground with a roar, blood flowing into a river, and the stench was unpleasant.
"So awesome..."
Seeing this scene, many disciples around them couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"Senior Brother Yang is mighty!"
"As expected of a master of the out-of-body realm, he is truly amazing."
Everyone admired him very much.
Yang Ting smiled slightly, looking very proud.
"Um?"
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows because he noticed that something seemed to be moving quickly towards this side not far away.
"Something is coming." Lin Han frowned.
He felt just now that there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him.
"Let's find a safe place to hide first."
Yang Ting nodded.
"It's too late!"
Lin Han shook his head, looking into the distance, his pupils shrinking suddenly.
Not far away, I saw something dark and dense. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a group of bats.
There were three to four hundred of those bats, each one the size of a fist, with wings spread out, blocking out the sun, overwhelming the sky, and coming in like a tide, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Why are there so many bats?"
Everyone was also stunned.
With so many bats gathered together, the scene is really eye-catching.
"Damn, this is the 'Spirit-Eating Bat'." Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said: "It is said that this kind of monster likes to swallow all kinds of elixirs. The bones of the monster can be used to refine a "Yuan Yang Dan" worth
Liancheng."
Hearing what he said, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
"Hurry up and get defensive, otherwise we will all die here."
Yang Ting urged.
In such a critical moment, no one cares about precious medicinal materials, and all use their skills to defend.
However, the speed of those soul-devouring bats was astonishingly fast, and they flew in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
Those soul-eating bats pounced on those disciples like hungry wolves pounced on sheep.
After just one encounter, blood began to spurt out from the necks of those disciples.
That kind of picture is shocking.
These disciples, after struggling for a while in the mouth of the soul-eating bat, were completely killed and eaten up, not even the dregs were left behind.
In just a short moment, several more disciples died unexpectedly.
This was horrifying, and everyone was scared to death.
"Damn it!"
Yang Ting cursed and slashed several times in succession, trying to drive away the Soul-Eating Bat.
But there were too many soul-devouring bats. He could only kill a few of them with one strike, which could not solve the problem at all.
Under the impact of the densely packed soul-eating bats, no one could resist at all.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen disciples died violently, dripping with blood, and even some stumps and broken arms rolled down, which was shocking.
"No, something will happen sooner or later if this continues. We must get rid of these damn beasts as soon as possible."
Yang Ting felt anxious in his heart.
If we continue to allow those soul-eating bats to wreak havoc, it won't take long for all of these disciples to die here.
He took out a piece of jade talisman and infused it with spiritual power. Suddenly, a bright ball of fire was inspired from the jade talisman, rising in the wind, and finally turned into a giant ball of flame the size of a millstone.
This giant ball of flames has an extremely high temperature, which can cause skin burns even from a long distance away.
Immediately afterwards, the giant flame ball collided with the soul-eating bats, making a deafening sound.
For a moment, the endless soul-devouring bats seemed to be roasted by fire. Wisps of thick green smoke rose up, making wailing sounds and falling from the mid-air.
The temperature of that fireball was so high that even the Soul-Eating Bat couldn't withstand it.
Then, Yang Ting waved his sleeves and the giant ball of flame turned into a ball of flame and dissipated in the void.
"hiss……"
Many disciples around him couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The jade talisman that Yang Ting used just now was obviously of high quality, and it actually killed so many soul-eating bats so easily.
This made their admiration for Yang Ting even deeper.
"There are still a group of soul-eating bats, run away quickly."
At this time, Lin Han suddenly shouted.
"What?"
Everyone was startled and turned around to look, and sure enough they saw a group of bloodthirsty bats approaching them quickly.
One of them was dozens of feet long, completely black, with two wings on its back, and sharp fangs in its mouth shining with a cold luster.
They flap their wings and stir up a strong wind, like locusts, covering the sky and the sun, making people terrified.
Under such circumstances, how could anyone dare to stay?
Many disciples, under the attack of the soul-devouring bats, screamed on the spot, sprayed blood, and died unexpectedly. In an instant, five or six disciples died, their flesh and blood were covered with blood, it was like a scene of Shura purgatory.
Yang Ting looked solemn as he took out a flame knife and swept it across, killing three or four soul-eating bats. However, there were still seven or eight soul-eating bats that passed by his shoulder, bringing up a large amount of blood mist, which almost caused him to die.
His entire right arm was disabled.
"Senior Brother Yang, are you okay?"
The disciples around were frightened and asked with concern.
Yang Ting gritted his teeth and shook his head. He was a first-level master of the out-of-body realm. Although he was attacked by a surprise attack, his life was not in danger.
When he turned his eyes, he found that Lin Han and others were also desperately resisting the attack of the soul-devouring bats.
Lin Han was seen waving the Nine Heavens Spear, emitting monstrous flames, burning all the soul-devouring bats. He was bathed in golden light, like a god of war, moving forward bravely.