Meng Xingyuan guessed right, no matter how many ants there are, they can't defeat the dragon.
He was indeed a little worried before, but now it seems that his worries just now are obviously unnecessary.
Ji's strength was far beyond his imagination.
It's just that seven or eight spiritual masters joined forces and couldn't do anything to him. Instead, they sent food.
Meng Xingyuan didn't fight with these Ling Sects for too long, and Ji walked out.
To be able to defeat many enemies with one is already powerful. To be able to defeat opponents in such a short period of time is even more remarkable.
"You...you..."
Next to him, the disciple of the golden family who had been shouting at Meng Xingyuan, calling him a "bastard" and "evil", now opened his eyes wide and looked at the white-clothed figure in the void with disbelief.
"Old Qi...is dead?!"
On the battlefield far away in the sky, Ji came out. Needless to say, this result?!
"Where's Mr. Zhen? Impossible! Well, it was a joint effort of seven spiritual masters. Even the sky can knock down a corner of it. How can there be anyone in this world who can resist the cooperation of seven spiritual masters?!"
"The elder of the Zhen family, I remember he is a three-star spiritual master, right? And he has a holy weapon in his hand. He is not an ordinary master. The other six also have unique skills. How is it possible..."
"I heard that Mr. Qi, who came with Qi Tong, practices the Qi family's clan-suppressing technique, and he is not an ordinary spiritual master."
"Damn it, let alone a group of powerful spiritual masters, even if they are all new to the realm of masters, they cannot be underestimated! Seven of them join forces to deal with one, how could they miss?!"
A group of people were stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.
The gap...is it really that big?!
"Young Master..."
At this moment, another old figure emerged from the void.
"Old Qi!" Qi Tong was overjoyed. He turned around, but an old figure stumbled over and almost hit him by accident.
"Old Qi, you...what's wrong with you?!" The joy on his face solidified. Looking at the old figure in front of him, Qi Tong's expression suddenly changed.
The aura was still the same, and Qi Tong would not admit it wrong. But what was that gully on his face?!
Qi Tong stared at the familiar face in front of him. It was full of ravines and wrinkles. It looked like a little old man who had already stepped into the coffin with one foot and was about to return home soon.
Is this still the old Qi he knew before?!
Many practitioners have the image of an old man. But this old man is not really old.
The so-called crane-haired childlike face and the immortal spirit are not the dying appearance in front of me, but the true detachment, free and easy, transcending the long river of time.
Although they look old, they are not old at all.
When that old body explodes, it can change the color of the sky and change the color of the mountains and rivers!
This is what a practitioner is.
However, the old Qi in front of him is obviously no longer like this.
His eyes were dim and dull. His skin was like the bark of an old tree, withered, dry, and textured, as if he was about to die.
This is a spiritual master!
The life span of the spiritual master is at least several thousand years.
It is not impossible for a more ruthless spiritual master and Tao Shen to survive for tens of thousands of years.
There are almost no spiritual masters who truly die of old age.
Because when their life expectancy is approaching, they will become more ruthless and try to break through the barriers. If they succeed, they will naturally extend their lives. But if they fail to break through the barriers, it won’t matter whether their life span ends.
The end result of forcibly breaking through will not be too good.
Therefore, spiritual masters rarely die of old age.
Old? That is even more impossible.
As long as the spiritual sea space in the Dantian exists and the source of spiritual power is not destroyed, there is almost no such thing as old age for monks.
But Qi Tong looked at Mr. Qi in front of him, and he knew that his elder was really old!
"This... this, how is this possible!" Qi Tong lost his voice, "Old Qi, what happened? How could your body be like this? Could it be..."
A very bad idea appeared in his mind, which made his fingers tremble uncontrollably.
"You...you are useless?!"
Qi Lao smiled bitterly. His smile was as cold and stern as a ghost, a little ferocious and a little scary.
Before he could say anything, in the void, one after another, one after another stumbled, fell out of the void, and each fell into the camp.
"Mr. Zhen! Mr. Zhen, what's wrong with you..."
"Old Wu, you...what's wrong with you? How could this happen..."
The six figures fell out of the void, exactly like the previous Venerable Qi, as if they had gone through many vicissitudes of life, and as if they had been deprived of time by someone.
The beard and hair are white, and the beard and hair are all withered, like coarse flax, and look extremely messy. There is no such thing as the spirit of immortality or the majesty of the strong.
At this moment, these venerables looked like downtrodden old men in the mortal world. One look at them and one could feel the desolation and sadness.
"Go away." Ji Mo said.
Qi Lao struggled, and with the help of others, he managed to stabilize his body and looked at Ji with a look of deep awe and fear.
He held on, bowed respectfully, and said in a hoarse voice, as unpleasant as the crow of a crow, "Thank you, sir, for not killing me."
Next to him, Qi Tong looked anxious and wanted to ask what happened. Qi Lao looked ugly and yanked his cuffs, "Let's go!"
"Walk!"
As his expression changed, Qi Tong gritted his teeth, but had to act as he was told.
The premonition did not come true, and the seven venerables did not die. But the result was almost as good as death.
The man in white on the opposite side was actually one against seven. He not only blocked the combined efforts of the seven spiritual masters, but also defeated them.
Looking at him now, his white clothes were spotless, and there was no sign of embarrassment on his body, which made Qi Ting and others even more wary.
The spiritual protector is their strongest trump card and means.
Now that the strongest means have been defeated by the opponent, it is considered a kindness to spare the lives of himself and others. If he doesn't escape, he might really be left behind!
"I've offended my senior."
Qi Tong and others kowtowed and glanced at the messy battlefield without trace. There was a hint of gloom in their eyes, and they were filled with unwillingness, but they retreated in an instant.
"Brother, why don't you destroy them?" Meng Xingyuan asked.
He was a little dissatisfied.
Although the team of these people had been killed to pieces by him, no matter how small a fly was, it was still flesh. Meng Xingyuan was a little unhappy when he let them go like this.
Not to mention that these people were originally here to rob and kill them. After kicking the iron plate and realizing the pain, they let them retreat unscathed? This would be too cheap for these guys.
Meng Xingyuan was very sure that if Ji was willing, none of them, including those spiritual masters, would be able to escape.
And he also knows that his senior brother is not a kind person, so why is he suddenly showing kindness?!
Ji glanced at him and said with a smile: "You guy, your murderous intention is not ordinary. After all, those are also seven golden families. Just because of the fragment of the law, if you kill their elders and destroy the elites of their clan, this is
It will lead to a deadly feud. It’s not worth it.”