When Luo Zheng tried to destroy the wall transformed by smoke, several winning fish quietly rushed towards Luo Zheng.
When they opened their bloody mouths and bit Luo Zheng, a small sword swept over silently and cut them into several pieces.
"Be careful, Luo Zheng," Ling Shuang reminded.
When Luo Zheng destroyed the wall, Ling Shuang also paid attention to the surrounding movements.
"This wall... is difficult to destroy," Luo Zheng said with a frown.
There is no way to rush beyond the wall or leave the other side, and the winning fish from the altar keep appearing. For the disciples of Tiangong, it seems to be a dead end!
Although those winning fish failed to hurt Luo Zheng, the Tiangong disciples behind him were miserable.
The winning fish flew out from the altars in all directions and headed straight for the Tiangong disciples. I don’t know what means the Xiong clan and the Shennong clan used, but the winning fish automatically ignored them.
A weak disciple ran a little slower and was surrounded by a large group of winning fish. In the blink of an eye, his soul was torn to pieces. The pain of soul tearing made him scream in agony, but the scream only lasted for a breath.
Time disappeared, and he had been eaten clean by the winning fish.
Such screams kept happening one after another, and the Yang souls of the disciples of Tiangong were constantly being eaten by the winning fish, and the situation became chaotic for a time.
Although there were many elites from Tiangong present, both Mo Yijian and others were fighting independently.
"This can't continue like this," Luo Zheng looked at more and more winning fish. He stood at the altar and shouted, while urging his soul to burst out with an amazing breath, "All Tiangong disciples, come to my side!"
All Tiangong disciples were attracted by Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng rushed in front before, and he was already conspicuous. Everyone followed him, but it was just shapeless. Under his call, the elites from the Tiangong also gathered in formation and continued to gather in the direction of Luo Zheng.
The weaker Tiangong disciples were surrounded in the center, while those Indigo Souls who were capable of fighting against the Yingyus were blocked outside.
When the formation gathered up and leaned against the edge of the altar, the situation finally calmed down.
Those fierce Yingyu come one after another, but as soon as they get close, everyone will work together to kill them!
"Don't panic, everyone!"
"We are not without power to fight these winning fish!"
"Since the bear clan won't let us leave, let's fight them!"
The elites of the Heavenly Palace were also very clear-minded and encouraged each other, and everyone's confidence gradually recovered.
"Junior Brother Luo!"
Someone jumped off the altar and shouted.
Luo Zheng also heard this person's voice, it was Gao Qizheng.
"Senior Brother Gao is here too," Luo Zheng said.
"I just came to see the excitement, who knew something like this would happen," Gao Qizheng said depressedly.
Probably the vast majority of the Tiangong disciples here just want to watch the excitement, and it is not ruled out that they have intentions for the soul crystals produced by the Xiong clan.
Luo Zheng now has no time to listen to Gao Qizheng's complaints. Many disciples of the Tiangong gathered together. As long as they can destroy the smoke wall, he said: "The wall transformed by the smoke is very weird. If you have a way, the elites of the Tiangong can come and try it.
two!"
Luo Zheng has just tried it. Even though the Mind Sword is indestructible, there is nothing he can do about the wall.
But these elites of the Heavenly Palace are inherited from different mountains, and naturally have their own magical powers. Maybe someone's spiritual magical powers can break this wall.
After Luo Zheng finished speaking, he jumped down from the altar and came to the outer layer of the team to help the elites of the Tiangong kill the winning fish.
"I'll do it!"
One person in the team rose into the air and stood on the altar.
"It's Ye Shang!"
"The number one genius in Taiqingshan!"
"He may be comparable to Mo Yijian, and his cultivation level is even higher!"
At this moment, the surface of Ye Shang's soul actually emitted traces of purple flames, and his entire Yang soul seemed to be burning. He slapped his hands on the wall, and the special purple fire began to burn on the wall.
This soul fire magical power is a unique soul skill in Taiqing Mountain. Even in Taiqing Mountain, few people can master it.
Under the burning of the soul fire, the wall only changed color slightly, but there was still no essential change.
After Ye Shang tried several times, he could only shake his head helplessly and jumped down from the altar, "I can't break this wall!"
"I'll do it!"
"I'm coming too!"
The elites of the Tiangong took turns to form formations, each displaying their unique skills.
While Luo Zheng was killing the winning fish, he was also paying attention to the movements behind him. Seeing all kinds of weird soul powers, he felt a little sighing.
The Taitian Palace indeed has inherent shortcomings. On the surface, it appears to be one of the three major orthodoxies of the human race, but after all, it is pieced together by countless families. The seven mountains operate independently, each with its own system, which is not completely integrated.
On the other hand, there are the Xiong Clan and the Shennong Clan. They all belong to the same clan, and their blood flows with the same blood. In many cases, they have advantages that the Tai Tiangong cannot match.
The elite disciples who believed they could break through the wall all tried it in turn, but all failed.
"We can't open this wall!"
"What now?"
"It's impossible to be trapped here forever, right?"
From all the altars, there are winning fish rushing out in a steady stream.
Although everyone worked together and worked together to kill many winning fish, the power of everyone's souls was limited after all. Although everyone had soul pills on hand to replenish them, the soul pills would eventually be exhausted.
If you stay here together as a team all the time, you will end up dead in the end.
"Why don't we destroy this altar?" Someone suddenly raised this opinion.
The altars summoned by the Bear Clan have turned from virtual reality to reality, and Ling Shuang and others stepped on them. Any winning fish flying out of the altar would be instantly obliterated by her.
There are about a hundred altars in this area. If you can destroy this altar, you will still be able to fight!
"It's probably difficult..."
The Shaman Soul Necklace on Ling Shuang's chest flashed with light, and the Soul Sword floating beside her slashed towards the altar.
"bite!"
The small sword has been bounced away.
These altars are as strong as temples and obviously cannot be destroyed by them.
In addition to Ling Shuang, several people tried it and got the same result.
Looking at this scene, Luo Zheng frowned.
If my Yang soul could escape from the other side and return in a physical body, I should be able to smash these altars.
But if I can escape from the other side, everyone can escape too, so I don’t have to worry so much...
"Hua Hua Hua..."
The winning fish in the distance suddenly flew up in a spiral shape, guarding it with a yang soul. It was none other than Ji Changjin himself.
"In your hearts, do you still have a glimmer of luck that you can survive?" Ji Changjin said with a hint of a smile, "Then let me crush your illusions with my own hands and make them all the winning fish feed for me!"
After he finished speaking, all the altar mirrors glowed with a faint golden light, and the winning fish that swam out from those mirrors suddenly grew several times larger!