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Chapter 219 Take a step back and let everyone...

An invisible escaping light,

Flying in the sky at a speed slightly exceeding that of a ninth-level qi-training peak monk.

The birds are not frightened, and the animals are nowhere to be seen.

Neither his consciousness nor his eyes could detect anything.

"The center of the battlefield..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

The perspectives of [-] animals such as runes, simulated birds, and insects distributed within a radius of fifty kilometers continuously emerged in his sea of ​​​​consciousness, and were quickly processed and turned into various kinds of information.

Like an extremely efficient computer.

Soon, he flew towards a central point.

……

Han Lin's eyes flashed imperceptibly and he retreated behind everyone.

He seemed to be at the third level of Qi training, which was completely in line with the cultivation speed of the Four Spiritual Roots. His actions were inconspicuous among everyone, and he could only be regarded as having low magic power and being a little behind in speed.

"quick!"

"Hurry up!"

A senior brother from Tianleifeng who was at the seventh level of Qi training kept urging, his eyes anxious, not even looking at Han Lin and other low-level disciples who were a few steps behind.

"Gather together as soon as possible and get to our little uncle, otherwise we will be in danger!"

"Yes, brother!"

The other four or five disciples who were in the middle stage of Qi training looked stern. They seemed to have known the seriousness of the matter from their elders, and they did not hesitate to expend mana to speed up.

Han Lin and other low-level disciples who did not have any masters were a little confused.

Seeing that the person was far away, he quickly chased after him, but he was gradually left behind, and he couldn't help but show some panic.

"Brothers, wait!"

Someone begged, but no one responded.

The Immortal Cultivator performed the Wind Control Technique very quickly, and the trees and rocks quickly retreated and gathered towards the Seven Feather Sect's pattern.

Until I passed by the edge of an unremarkable pool.

Han Lin slowed down again, his lips twitching, secretly preparing some spell.

The moment Brother Tianleifeng, who was at the seventh level of Qi training, passed by.

Whoa!

There was a splash of water, and a ferocious black-haired zombie rushed towards him. Its claws were like iron, and its mouth breathed black smoke that melted gold and bones. It was also highly poisonous. His consciousness could not help but feel dizzy after just a slight touch.

"not good!"

The expression of the seventh-level Qi-training cultivator from Tianlei Peak suddenly changed, and he instantly summoned a mid-grade magic weapon tortoise shell to block in front of him.

Crunch!

In a heart-wrenching voice, the black-haired zombie scratched its claws on the turtle's shell.

A large amount of sparks and spiritual light splashed out, and the smelly black smoke was sprayed out. The spiritual light immediately dimmed a lot, and dense dots like mildew spots appeared on the shield, appearing and disappearing.

After a few breaths of stalemate, I resisted and had enough mana to clear these mildew spots one by one.

"Finally..."

Senior Brother Tianleifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to observe the nearby battlefield, a pair of black-haired palms that looked like gold and iron covered his face.

"No, spare my life, I am willing..."

he said fearfully.

boom!
The black-haired palm beat him until his brains burst open and overflowed from his eyeballs, but the entire skull was intact.

"Gaga, in the late stage of Qi training, one!"

The black smoke dispersed,

Only then did everyone see clearly that it was a strong man who was half human and half stiff. He smiled strangely, put away Senior Brother Tianleifeng's storage bag, and put his body into another gloomy storage bag with great care. .

"Eighth level Qi training monk!"

The remaining disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were horrified and fled in a hurry.

"Can you escape?"

The strong man smiled disdainfully, but did not pursue him.

"No! When will you..."

More than a dozen disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect looked around in horror. The ground rolled and broke out. Seven or eight black-robed monks in the middle stage of Qi training appeared instantly.

Everyone has a black-haired zombie with a similar level of cultivation as himself, each with its own division of labor, standing in front of them.

"Thunderbolt Technique!" "Small Fireball Technique!"

"Earth stab!"

In the panic, they did not lose their minds, and the spells exploded wildly in an instant, beating the black-haired zombies in front until their flesh and blood were ulcerated and their bones were broken.

However, after a few moments of delay, multiple black-haired zombies had already surrounded him.

They were also surrounded by spells such as Rotting Cloud Technique, Corpse Poison Technique, and Bone Arrow Technique. They could not see the direction around them clearly, and their shields were crumbling.

In just three or four breaths, more than ten disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were about to be defeated.

"go!"

Han Lin happened to be standing outside the encirclement. Seeing this drastic change in his expression, he pinched a flying talisman in his hand and turned it into a ray of light that was far beyond that of a seventh-level Qi-training monk and flew into the distance.

"It's interesting that a mere third-level qi-training monk actually has such a good thing."

The semi-rigid man became a little interested and got up to catch up.

"Bitter too!"

Without looking back, Han Lin took out a talisman with wings, and a large amount of mana from the seventh level of Qi training poured into it, no longer hiding anything.

"what!"

"What the hell is this?"

At this moment, there were bursts of shrill screams from behind. Han Lin turned around instinctively, feeling chilly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A light blue sword energy.

He came from nowhere, jumping between the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall. With a flicker, a head fell, and a large fountain of blood spurted out.

Zombies, poisonous mist, bone spears and other obstacles are as slow as a snail. The light blue sword energy can pass through in a flash, penetrate, and it is useless.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one disciple left in the Blood Slaughter Hall.

"What the hell are you doing with the sword energy coming from there?!"

The semi-rigid man was horrified in his heart. He summoned bone fragments to protect himself, and then used a high-grade chain magic weapon to wrap around himself layer by layer. Finally, mana poured into the black shield.

After adding three layers of protection, he had enough energy to look around, and his consciousness frantically scanned every place.

Nothing was found.

After the light blue sword energy killed eight or nine people, the aura was only slightly damaged and shot straight towards him.

"I don't believe what a sword energy can do to me!"

The half-stiff man growled.

He ordered the zombies at the eighth level of Qi training to come forward. While maintaining protection, he fired bone awl spells at the light blue sword energy.

call out!
The light blue sword energy passed through without any intention of maneuvering to dodge.

The semi-stiff man's body froze, and a big hole appeared on his forehead.

Behind them, black-haired zombies whose defenses were much better than those of eighth-level Qi-training monks, as well as bone fragments and chain magic weapons, fell down powerlessly.

Most of the light blue sword energy aura still remained and spontaneously disappeared into the air.

"Little, little master uncle..."

Han Lin's tone was trembling, and he instinctively recalled the young man in green clothes in the ruined temple when he first saw him.

"Han Lin?"

"Do me a favor, clean it up, and give you half of the travel expenses."

A familiar voice appeared in my ears.

"Yes, my boss! No, my uncle!"

Han Lin answered instinctively.

He didn't refuse like he did to other high-level monks, because he knew that this was definitely true and not a temptation, and the other party would definitely not be dissatisfied afterwards and make secret moves.

"Well, thank you."

Seven or eight hundred meters away, Jiang Ding nodded and continued flying towards the center of the battlefield.

He is short of money.

Customized air and space fighter planes are a great thing and can greatly enhance your ability to save your life.

The more money you can save, the better.

But you can't lose your invisibility just because of some spiritual stones and put yourself in unknown danger.

This is good.

Someone will help clean up the battlefield, and you only need to pay a small amount of travel expenses.

(End of this chapter)