Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 116
The galloping magma was severed, but soon, more magma roared and rushed over. The eight Nascent Soul masters worked together, the light beam and the magma were in a stalemate, and gradually a small gap was exposed.

It is smaller and narrower than before, but it consumes more spiritual power. The faces of the eight Nascent Soul stage masters are flushed. It is obvious that it is really difficult to open the way this time.

While waiting, Tong Xiaoye unexpectedly saw Yan Qinghan.

He was standing in Chengtianzong's camp, talking to an old man with white hair and a childlike face. The old man had a high status, and several Jindanqi elders of Chengtianzong were carefully accompanying him. Yan Qinghan talked and laughed freely among this group of masters , every move is very eye-catching.

"Go quickly, this formation won't last long!" Jindanqi cultivators shouted suddenly, Tong Xiaoye came back to his senses, and saw countless Taoist priests stepping on flying swords and flying away from the small road.

Immediately afterwards, the body repairers also sent to Xiaolu in a mighty manner.

Tong Xiaoye ran fast, and was the first to reach the other side after disappearing.

Like last time, she didn't dare to delay, so she randomly searched for the nearest cave, then fled the cave like flying, and returned to the entrance.

It seemed that there was no danger, until all the body cultivators went in, the path was still stable as usual, even a few Jindan stage Taoist cultivators squinted their eyes, looking at the cave in the distance eager to try.

Tong Xiaoye still had a headache in his regret.

All the people entered Yuntian Peak, and the entrance on the other side of the magma was empty. If there was any accident, how could she suddenly show up without a crowd to cover it?

If she had been stealthily leaving the formation, how would she have a chance to get close to Yan Qinghan.

After waiting at the entrance for a long time, Tong Xiaoye was a little bored, and he didn't want to venture in again. He rolled his eyes and followed Han Fei secretly.

Han Fei is busy currying favor with the elders from Qianlong Continent.

"Uncle Dazhi, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly this time. It seems that we must have gained a lot." Han Fei's chubby face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and it was impossible to tell that he had been seriously injured before.

"I hope, listen to those old monsters. Last time, other sects got several celestial artifacts, and our Wanqing Valley only got one. It's really not good luck!"

Daoist Dazhi glanced at Han Fei vaguely, and Han Fei felt nervous.

Wanqingu's luck last time was actually better than other sects, and he even got two semi-immortal artifacts, one incomplete and two complete, but he put the intact one into his storage ring.

I thought that the heads of other sects would also hide some, and then everyone would be the same, but I didn't expect that according to what my uncle said, those guys would actually hand it in.

how can that be!

I don't know if Daoist Daoist deceived himself, or it was true.

Han Fei murmured in his heart, and said with a chuckle: "If there is a loss, there must be a gain. Our luck was not very good last time, and this time it will definitely turn around!"

Daoist Dazhi was noncommittal, staring closely at the movement on the other side, while Tong Xiaoye hid aside, thinking hard about how he could take the opportunity to push Han Fei into the billowing magma.

Everyone was nervously looking forward to the baby, but no one paid attention to the eight old men who formed the formation.

As if in the blink of an eye, an old man on the far left suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood, tilted his body, and fell to the ground suddenly.

Suddenly a corner of the formation was missing, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't hold on any longer. They all vomited blood and fell crookedly to the ground.

"Come on, the ancestors can't hold on anymore!" The cultivator who was helping to replenish the elixir next to the formation screamed, and someone looked back and screamed immediately.

Someone rushed to replace it, but it was too late.

The large formation that suddenly collapsed couldn't hold on anymore, the magma exerted force suddenly, broke through the beam of light that hindered its flow in an instant, and galloped forward like a mighty torrent.

Not only did they cross the obstacle, the magma seemed to be angry, and instead of flowing around the mountain along the original track, it crossed the high embankment and spread towards the shore.

Tong Xiaoye's pupils shrank slightly, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his head.

The magma counterflowed and spread to the mortal world, could it be at this time?

No, no, not like that!
She shook her head again, her heart beating like a drum.

At that time, the magma flowed back into the mortal world, and the monks from the eight major sects knew that there would be a problem, so they made preparations early and used great mana to introduce the magma into the mortal world.

But now that everyone is unprepared, the magma will follow its original trajectory and spread throughout the Cangling Mountains, and no one knows where it will flow.

What about Yan Qinghan?What about Yan Qinghan?

Tong Xiaoye panicked and looked around for Yan Qinghan's footprints.

It is futile to run away now, Yuntian Peak is astonishingly large, and the surrounding magma rivers are even more endless, as long as it spreads, no one nearby can escape, even if a monk can fly, there will always be a moment when his spiritual power is exhausted!
Only Yan Qinghan has the Haotian Tower to hold people, and only Yan Qinghan is not afraid of the rolling magma because he has the Suzaku Fire Spirit!
Tong Xiaoye frantically searched for Yan Qinghan's footprints, and when he turned his head, he saw Han Fei who had not forgotten to snatch treasures everywhere while fleeing in a hurry.

Damn, kill this guy first!

The magma had already spread to the embankment, and all the monks were frantically running for their lives. Han Fei wanted to leave too, but he was reluctant to leave the fairy artifact on the other side. Now that the magma spread and collapsed, these bastards fled around after getting the fairy artifact, and they definitely would not hand it in. in his hands!

And now he can't protect himself. When Taoist Yushan blew himself up, he obviously blew up all his storage bags. Once known by the elders of the sect. . .

Famous sects are most taboo against killing each other. Once the scene of him killing Taoist Yushan is recorded with the shadow stone, it will be a serious crime of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!
Han Fei's heart was always up and down, very unsteady.

Obviously it was something that nobody knew, but people from Qianlong Continent came these few days, and his magic weapon was also leaked to the outside world. Could it be that someone is really planning to mess with himself?

Is it Taoist Wuchen who is on good terms with Taoist Yushan, or Taoist Congzhi who pleases him every day?
These past few days, Han Fei felt very uneasy, and now it just happened to catch up with the chaos around Yuntian Peak. After thinking about it, he had the intention to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

Seeing some monks escaped from Yuntian Peak like moths, Han Fei stopped hesitating and simply stepped on the flying sword to block the storage bags of those monks who escaped by chance.

Han Fei was a monk in the Golden Core Stage, and he snatched up the storage bags of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks one at a time. Although the monks who were robbed were angry, they didn't dare to complain, and hurried away to flee for their lives.

Not being able to fly is the eternal pain in Tong Xiaoye's heart.

She worked hard to calculate Han Fei's height, holding a hammer in her hand, secretly wondering if she could throw a stone to knock Han Fei down like King Kong.

No matter, try first before talking, the worst is to run away!

Yun Tianfeng was in such a mess, no matter how powerful Han Fei was, he couldn't chase and kill him under such circumstances.

Tong Xiaoye put his mind to one side, took advantage of the time when everyone was running for their lives in a panic, tapped his toes, and nimbly ran around the area.

Finally, she accumulated enough power, jumped up lightly, and a heavy hammer flew into the air, flying fiercely towards Han Fei's back.

Han Fei was snatching the storage bag of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Period. The monk was standing facing him, and happened to see the hammer coming towards the sky. He was angry and hated at Han Fei, and when he saw the hammer coming, he was not surprised but happy, and threw an iron hammer. The ball took the opportunity to hit Han Fei hard.

Tong Xiaoye's strength was astonishing, and the iron ball of the cultivator who established the foundation was very close. Under the double attack, Han Fei swayed and dropped the flying sword like a kite with a broken string.

Han Fei reacted very quickly. Before falling into the magma river, he quickly stabilized his body and recalled his flying sword with a wave.

As long as they don't spare their spiritual power, Jindan stage monks can fly in the sky.

But Tong Xiaoye had already figured this out, and after a few run-ups, he leapt upwards, and half of the fairy silk tied with the fairy weapon flew out like a snake, entangled Han Fei's ankle fiercely.

Han Feixue was dragged into the magma unprepared, and most of the armor of the middle-grade treasure on his body was burned immediately, and screams like killing a pig sounded. Even with the armor and spiritual protection, his body was still scalded.

However, Tong Xiaoye had tempered his body with Liuyang fire, and his tolerance to magma was far better than him. Now he sat on Han Fei's body, bound his feet with fairy silk, and shot his head with a dry gold rod. Just a beating.

Poor Han Feikong has a good cultivation level, first he was inexplicably smashed down by the flying sword, and then dragged into the magma by a tattered long silk. Just as he was about to cast a spell to get rid of the magma, he was hit hard on the head with a stick.

He was seriously injured just now. Taoist Yushan is best at attacking with spiritual consciousness. Before he died, he injured his sea of ​​consciousness with spiritual consciousness. Li's injuries won't heal for the time being.

Being hit by Tong Xiaoye's stick, his reaction was a bit slow, and he didn't even have time to activate the defensive spell.

And the half of the white silk wrapped around him was made of unknown material, but it was tightly wrapped around his ankles, making it impossible for him to get out.

Tong Xiaoye's sticks kept on hitting Han Fei's head one after another, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, smashing Han Fei's head to pieces.

A dripping golden pill flew out from the dantian, Tong Xiaoye didn't even look at it, and hit it with a stick.

Han Fei died completely.

Tong Xiaoye had quick eyes and quick hands, and snatched back his storage ring before the magma melted his body.

Tong Xiaoye was very pleased to get rid of a big hidden danger, looked down, the magma had already flooded his ankles, and the boots of the top-grade magic weapon had already been completely melted.

She screamed, and fled desperately in the magma with her bare feet.

Damn Yan Qinghan, where did he go and why didn't he come out?

Tong Xiaoye groaned while running, kept looking at the sky above his head, searching for Yan Qinghan's figure.

Maybe she finally had such a sliver of luck. The clear bird song reminded her that a red bird soared into the sky from the billowing lava, and flew into the distance with its wings.

Suzaku Fire Spirit!

(End of this chapter)