The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

As the figure slowly condensed into a slightly distorted real person, the majesty of the mountain spread, making everyone present, including the monks in the realm of gods, sweat.

As a monk at the lowest level of the Bone Forging Realm, Su Minglang felt that he could not stand up straight. If he did not use all his strength, he would probably kneel down in the dust immediately.

Unlike the orthodox cultivators who were struggling to survive, the evil cultivators all had red faces and shouted excitedly: "Ancestor!"

Su Minglang felt cold in his heart when he heard this title.

After fighting for a long time, he had already seen that the people who came were all disciples of the Blood River Sect, rather than a mob that had gathered. Now that these people were all calling their ancestors, he knew that the person coming was an elder of the Blood River Sect.

Although I don’t know what method this elder used to sneak into the Kelan Desert, and I don’t know whether the illusion around him is caused by his martial arts or an old disease, the fear spreading from the bottom of his heart told Su Minglang that as long as I'm afraid that there is little chance of success.

The difference between the Fusion Realm and the Divine Realm is hundreds of times greater than the difference between the Pulse Gathering Realm and the Bone Forging Realm, not to mention the Divine Realm and the Hexu Realm. The monks in the Divine Realm are only counted as general He is a disciple of the sect, but Hexujing has the qualifications to serve as an elder. The difference in power between the two can be imagined.

Even if this person is just a Hexu Realm cultivator, all the regular cultivators present are not his Yihe enemies.

A person like Yunying who could fight with a Hexu Realm monk for a moment was just the special among the special. It would be impossible for anyone to repeat this miracle again.

Just when Su Minglang couldn't help but despair, a sword energy suddenly rushed from the sky, aiming straight at the figure without dodging.

The sword energy was unparalleled, like a white rainbow, and the Mingyue Sect disciples recognized it and were greatly surprised.

"Brother Bai!"

Su Minglang was also greatly surprised. If anyone can break the barrier between the realm of the gods and the realm of union and get a chance of survival, it is naturally senior brother Bai Zhenbai!

But the next moment, he became worried again.

Barriers are barriers after all, and just because there is a glimmer of hope does not mean that we will definitely win!Maybe the price of victory will be very heavy, and maybe my group will only be able to hold back my senior brother...

His thoughts were turning very fast, and the two people were fighting faster. The apricot-yellow figure came with the sword energy and pressed directly against the evil cultivator. It was Bai Zhen.

The evil cultivator elder just grinned and let out a soft and sarcastic laugh again. The laughter was like tangible water waves rippling, and the sword energy was dissipated invisibly as the water waves passed by.

Bai Zhen stepped forward with his sword in hand. In an instant, dozens of sword energies bloomed and fell like lotus flowers, slashing towards the man.

Seeing him like this, the evil cultivator elder was very angry and snorted: "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"

These words were the same as what the evil cultivator said to Su Minglang, but the oppressive meaning in them was even more obvious.

Su Minglang felt a buzzing in his head and a stinging pain in his ears. When he reached out and touched it, he found blood overflowing from his ear holes.

Many Bone Forging Realm monks were bleeding from all their orifices like him. Senior Brother Chen Lichen, who had a beautiful beard, frowned slightly when he saw this, raised his hand to create a formation, and protected himself from everyone.

This move reminded other evil cultivators that there are still so many fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

"Old Ancestor! Just give these sheep ducks to the children!"

The evil cultivators screamed excitedly, their eyes full of greed, scratching back and forth on the Mingyue Sect disciples.

Suddenly, an ice arrow shot towards the eyes of the evil cultivator who shouted the loudest. The man quickly covered his head with his tentacles, but three or four ice arrows followed closely, piercing the man's head. The red light protects the body, and an arrow pierces the chest, making him cry out in mourning.