Xie Shan opened his mouth and smiled strangely, and then said to Qiu Junshan: "The person you mentioned to lead the Taitian Palace has arrived. Brother Junshan, please go and handle it yourself. I will stay here."
Qiu Junshan touched his nose and performed a great move, and the person disappeared silently.
When Xie Shan's words reached the bottom, Qiu Hanyan and Qiu Shengshui raised their heads almost at the same time. The messenger sent by Taitian Palace was also a hope.
But this hope was shattered in an instant. Qiu Junshan left for a stick of incense and returned to this place again, throwing something in the air.
"Dong, dong..."
The thing hit the ground and rolled several times.
Qiu Hanyan and others stared, their expressions suddenly darkened, they saw that those were the heads of several human races.
"The dignified Taitian Palace sent us to welcome the envoy has such strength, but I still let brother Xie Shan set up a large formation," Qiu Junshan said disdainfully.
Qiu Hanyan raised his head and stared at Qiu Junshan and said, "You killed the people of Tai Tiangong like this and made Tiangong angry... Aren't you afraid?"
"I am naturally afraid of the wrath of the Heavenly Palace, but how can the orthodox human race focus on these small characters," Qiu Junshan said disdainfully.
"Luo Zheng is the person appointed by senior Qiu Yinhe... If he cannot return to Tai Tiangong, Qiu Yinhe will definitely pay attention," Qiu Hanyan continued.
Qiu Junshan grinned and said: "By then, I will have already left Qixing Prefecture, but how many days can you survive?"
Qiu Hanyan fell silent...
All the academy disciples had nothing to say, their only hope was Luo Zheng.
But as time approaches, the hope given by Luo Zheng becomes more and more illusory.
In the blink of an eye, another day passes...
This is already the fourth day, and Qiu Hanyan's hermit magical power has dimmed by another three points, and the image of disintegration is becoming more and more obvious.
Even Luo Zheng couldn't remain calm.
He believed in Xiaoshuang's promise, but the destruction of the hermit's magical power was approaching like a god of death, making anyone feel uneasy.
At dusk on the fourth day, the setting sun hung in the sky, glowing with a demonic red light.
The strong smell of blood rose into the sky throughout Seven Star City, mixed with the stench of rotting corpses.
The originally prosperous Seven Star City has now turned into a Shura field, with broken limbs and blood everywhere, and the huge mountain city is eerily quiet.
"You guys go this way..." A Heirong tribesman shouted loudly.
Hundreds of women were gathered together without saying a word in horror.
These women not only allow the Heirong people to vent their animal desires, but can also be used as food rations. This is why they are still alive now, but living like this is even more terrifying than hope.
At this moment, two figures quietly appeared in the sky.
The two figures stood on a hundred-foot-long sword, which was very eye-catching, but for some reason, no one from the Heirong clan below noticed it.
Lin Zhanting glanced at Seven Star City, his thick eyebrows furrowed, "This place is worse than imagined."
Hechi sighed, "I don't approve of Qiu Yinhe starting a sect in these ghost places. He has sown the seeds and has no intention of taking care of them. The unfortunate thing is the human race here..."
People like them who hold high positions cannot take care of everything, but it is still too cruel to let a force like Dao Sword Palace fend for itself.
"Hmph! I'll go underground and kill that demonic plant! Master Hechi, please kill these alien demons!"
Lin Zhanting snorted coldly and rushed towards Qixing City. With a roar, a big hole appeared on the top of Qixing Mountain, and his burly body forced his way into it.
In comparison, Hechi's movements are much smaller.
Hechi gently took out a small green sword from his waist. He stretched out his finger and flicked the small sword.
Under the sound of the small sword, an identical small sword appeared on the heads of all the Heirong tribesmen and all the big demon-eating flowers in the entire Seven Star City, and they heard Hechi pour out one word, "Fall!"
"Puff puff puff puff..."
The small swords suspended above the heads of the aliens all fell down.
Whether they were characters in the true god realm or strong men in the other shore realm from the Black Rong tribe, they were all killed by this falling sword.
There was no resistance, no screams, and most people were very confused before dying...
The imprisoned humans in Seven Star City suddenly saw the Heirong people dying tragically in front of them, and they were all shocked.
Some knowledgeable human race members reacted with great joy, "It was my powerful human race people who took action!"
"I don't know who he is! He is so powerful!"
"Retribution! These monsters should all die!"
Just when these people were rejoicing, a shocking loud noise suddenly erupted from inside Qixing Mountain.
"boom!"
The power of the explosion almost made the entire giant mountain jump, and the violent vibrations were felt for thousands of miles around.
After a while, Lin Zhanting appeared next to Master Hechi with a green bead in his hand, "It's rare for a giant demon-eating flower to grow to this level! This demon-planting inner elixir is useless to me!"
After that, he threw it into the river.
After Hechi collected the inner elixir, he stared at the north and said, "What a coincidence."
"What's the coincidence?" Lin Zhanting asked in confusion.
"The person that Brother Zhan Ting wants to rescue is still three thousand miles north of Daojian Palace, and I sensed that the hermit's magical power Ganwu Umbrella, which was given to the woman in Daojian Palace, is also unfolding three thousand miles north, and this Ganwu umbrella
The umbrella can only last five days," Hechi said with a smile.
The hermit's magical power was given by Hechi, and Hechi could naturally feel it, so it was easy to make this inference.
"It seems that I owe Master Hechi another favor," Lin Zhanting laughed.
The two of them flashed and moved towards the north using great movement.
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"Boom!"
When the violent vibration came, Luo Zheng looked towards the direction of Dao Sword Palace.
Such a huge movement was definitely not something ordinary people could create. Qiu Hanyan and Qiu Shengshui were keenly aware of this, a strange look flashed in their eyes, and they became uncontrollably excited.
Xie Shan and Qiu Junshan's expressions darkened slightly.
"What happened in Daojian Palace?" Qiu Junshan felt uneasy for the first time in his heart.
"I'll go take a look!" Xie Shan said.
At this time, a rough and heroic laughter came, "Everyone is dead, what else is there to see?"
Xie Shan suddenly raised his head and saw two figures appearing strangely above him. He didn't notice when these two people appeared here.
The same was true for Qiu Junshan. When he saw the two people above him, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face was even more horrified!
As for Qiu Hanyan, she stared closely at Master Hechi behind Lin Zhanting. She had never seen Lin Zhanting, but the hermit's magical power was given to her by Master Hechi himself, so she had naturally seen it. (To be continued)