Not to mention how fierce the fight between the two True Lords Qing Yu and Mr.
Luo was, now on Lingguan Peak and another Lingzi Peak next to it, there was also a river of blood, and there was an endless stream of roaring fighting sounds everywhere.
Previously, due to the power of the shèri fire cannons, the Luo family's fleet flew low, which was a moment of condescending bullying for the Qingling Mountain disciples.
However, as the two true masters Luo Master and Xie Yun entered the battle in person, followed by many real men, the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat and a decisive battle.
Although the disciples of Qingling Mountain were able to gain some upper hand by relying on the magical formation, the Luo family came out in force this time, and the Mo family secretly helped.
There are so many masters, and the number of real people is greatly superior, but the Qingling Mountain disciples They retreated step by step and lost many strongholds.
The dawn of victory gradually appeared on the Luo family's side.
On the top of a mountain dozens of miles away, there were two monks in aqua robes, looking at the battle there with interest and discussing from time to time.
They set up high-grade concealment circles around them to cover up their body and aura.
Even Master Yuan Dan would be hard-pressed to spot them without getting closer than a few dozen feet.
But now that both sides are fighting happily, no one would care about the remote places outside the battle circle.
"Which side do you think can win the sect's bet?
The Luo family seems to account for more than 90%."
The old man with white beard and hair said leisurely, stroking his beard.
"Needless to say, with two True Lords suppressing Qingyu alone, and Mojiabao sending many True Masters to help, Qingling Mountain will definitely not be able to escape this disaster."
Next to the old man was a young monk.
Said with certainty.
The old man nodded upon hearing this.
Said: "I hope Qingling Mountain can hold on longer so that the Luo family will not be captured so easily."
The young monk replied: "Qingling Mountain is not a soft persimmon.
In terms of training the underachieving disciples, it far exceeds the level of the Luo family.
This battle should be a tough battle.
We can watch it."
"I have nothing to do.
Just take a look."
The white-haired old man still had a leisurely tone.
The young monk scratched his head and muttered: "It's just that, Great Elder, you have a lot of free time.
I have a lot of things to do in the Punishment Pavilion."
"Really, dragging you here is definitely not as simple as watching a show."
The white-haired old man also said in a mumble.
His eyes never moved.
"Perhaps, the Mo family will not let this situation worsen too much.
After all, the Luo family still has some value to them.
The strange thing is that there are no masters from the Mo family watching the show nearby.
It's really hard for them to take morality into consideration.
What's more, it's unnatural to advance and retreat, and it's just a joke.
Back then, Qing Ling helped their young castle master, and they also used this spiritual line to help Qing Ling establish the sect.
It stands to reason that this favor has been repaid long ago.
The monk looked around.
Said with some curiosity.
"Mojiapu is no longer what it was back then.
Mo Ziming's strong rise has allowed Mo You's lineage to regain power.
Naturally, some things will not be decided by one person."
The old man narrowed his eyes and replied.
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He suddenly felt: It seems that the sunshine today is good and makes people feel happy.
Compared with Mojiapu, which has begun to divide into several major forces to suppress each other, the Baihe Sect, which is now united, makes me feel more relaxed.
As long as the sect leader can advance to the Yuanshen realm this time and become the true master.
Even if the Chiyang Sect becomes more powerful, they still have to be a little more polite towards the Baihe Sect in the future.
"Well, Xie Yun's situation seems a bit bad.
What is this kid's magic weapon that can actually trap the True Monarch Nascent Soul?"
At this time, the young monk shouted.
The white-bearded old man who was still paying attention to the battle between Qing Yu and Master Luo quickly moved his eyes away when he heard what he said, and was also surprised: "This guy is" "The surname is Chu Minghe, the new elder of Qingling Mountain.
His cultivation seems to be only at the lower level of the Yuan Dan realm.
When did such a junior appear in Qingling Mountain besides the boy named Gu."
The young monk murmured. .
"As long as he can trap True Lord Xie Yun for a few breaths, he can become famous in one battle."
The white-haired old man also became interested and focused his attention on this side.
After a series of unsuccessful attacks, True Lord Xie Yun felt great regret at this time.
He never expected that Chu He's blood blade could absorb his own black sand essence, greatly weakening his attack.
Not only that, the layers of blood seemed weak, but there were blood blades turning into veins, and they were actually extremely tough.
The sharp edge of the blood blade made even Yuanying Zhenjun feel troublesome and did not dare to get close to it.
Moreover, the black sand condensed by his own body seems a bit inadequate in front of such a vicious magic weapon.
What's terrible is that the opponent's layers of blood can swallow up the black sand.
Even if you can rely on the realm to launch a more powerful attack, if you can't break the magic circle, it will be like sending food, but it will increase the opponent's blood.
"Being able to absorb Jing Yuan, this is clearly a Ling Bao level artifact.
How can he control it if he is only at the lower level of Yi Yuan Dan Realm?"
Xie Yun's heart surged, and he almost asked out loud, asking the boy for an explanation.
He was not the only one present who was puzzled, but Xuan Bing was also puzzled: How could the Chu boy use such a magic weapon with his pure sword intention, and he was not afraid that being with him for a long time would contaminate his sword intention, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
But when he saw that these layers of blood light formed a magic circle and could trap True Lord Xie Yun, he was overjoyed.
He kept asking: "How long can I keep him trapped?"
Although Chu He was struggling a bit, after the blood blades formed a formation, their power gradually increased and slowly corroded Xie Yun's essence for his own use.
If the other party did not have good means to use it, it would undoubtedly develop into a good situation.
Knowing what Xuan Bing wanted, Chu He replied: "At least for ten breaths, senior brother will go to support other senior brothers first."
Although Xuan Bing was worried, he saw that the disciples of Qingling Mountain in the distance were really defeated under the attack of many real people.
This group of real people broke out of the formation from nowhere, and went straight to the headquarters.
They were unstoppable along the way.
If the punishment hall disciples hadn't sacrificed their lives to delay, the situation would have been even more ugly.
"Boy Chu, I'll be here soon after I've been relying on you for ten breaths."
Gritting his teeth, he got up with sword light and rushed over there.
"If I continue like this for ten breaths, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for five breaths."
Chu He felt the strange movement in the Jiugong Formation and said to himself with a wry smile.
However, when it comes to such a situation, if you can't hold on, you will have to hold on for dear life.
I don’t know what kind of evil method the Evil Cloud True Monarch used, which greatly increased its power.
He also released a strange gourd magic weapon, which could in turn absorb the bloody evil energy emitted by the blood blade.
To be able to withstand the violent energy emitted by the blood blade, one must at least have a Lingbao-level weapon.
Could it be that the gourd magic weapon is a Lingbao-level weapon?
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