Aiming for the Immortal Path

"let's go!"

A cold voice sounded, and Shen Miaoyin took one step forward.

The terrifying pressure once again pressed on Zhao Mingyuan and the four of them.

Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu immediately secretly activated their demonic energy, with strong fighting spirit flowing in their eyes. They looked at Shen Miaoyin with solemn attention. If they fight alone, the two of them will naturally not take action easily, but if they join forces, they feel that a battle is not impossible.

However, the moment his eyes fell on Zhao Mingyuan, he saw that Zhao Mingyuan remained silent. He seemed to be intimidated by Shen Miaoyin's strong aura and retreated silently without any intention of taking action.

The two exchanged glances quickly, thoughtfully, and immediately suppressed the fighting spirit in their hearts, quickly retreated to both sides of the canyon, and watched the changes.

"Everyone, Senior Sister Shen is here to protect you, let's go quickly!"

On the ground, Su Twelve immediately shouted. Set your sights towards the exit of the canyon and take the lead.

In the space, the sword energy urged by Shen Miaoyin also moved with the movement of everyone.

The monks of the two sects looked at the sword energy that was flashing and intertwining in front of them. They didn't dare to take action rashly like they were facing huge waves, and they slowly retreated one by one.

In front of everyone in the Zhao Dynasty, Sun Wenzhu gritted his teeth and looked at Su Twelve, who was only separated by a few sword auras. He knew that the sword aura was good, but he was unwilling to do so.

Zhao Jingfeng died in front of him, and no matter what the reason was, he could not escape the blame. Taking a deep breath, Sun Wenzhu understood what he had to do. At this moment, he silently activated his true energy, waved the folding fan in his hand, and launched a test move.

Zhenyuan transformed into an anaconda and rushed to the sword energy before it could wait. A sword energy suddenly changed direction and headed straight for him.

The sword energy passed by, the anaconda collapsed, and Sun Wenzhu was severely injured with one move. There was a bloody hole in his shoulder, and at the same time as the blood was flowing, a cold sword energy was raging in his meridians.

He allowed the sword energy to rage in his body until several meridians were severely damaged, and then Sun Wenzhu used his power to suppress it. For a moment, pale

Anyone could tell from the look on his face and the cold air radiating from his body that he was seriously injured.

In this way, when facing Zhao Mingyuan afterwards, he would be able to explain that he did not do nothing!

Only one sword energy could injure Sun Wenzhu. And there was so much sword energy in the field! Everyone was startled and hurriedly looked up at Zhao Mingyuan and the others.

Seeing that several people were retreating with gloomy faces, they could not care about anything else at the moment, so they retreated to both sides of the canyon.

From the time Sun Wenzhu made his move until everyone was forced to retreat, it only took a few breaths.

Looking ahead at the exit of Shili Gallery and the road without any obstacles, the surviving monks of the three sects let out a long sigh of relief.

Next to Su Twelve, Master Tianhong couldn't help but look happy at the end of his life.

"Junior sister Shen's strength is truly astonishing. Looking at Mu Yunzhou, I'm afraid that among the golden elixir stage monks, only the swordsman genius from a thousand years ago, Xiao Wukian, may be able to compete with him!"

"After Junior Sister Shen survives the Ningying Tribulation, the structure of the five major forces in Muyun Prefecture will inevitably change again. By then..."

Master Tianhong whispered, among the three sects on this trip, only the Huanxing Sect suffered the heaviest losses. This also exposed Huanxing Sect's internal and external dangers. But at this time, the appearance of Shen Miaoyin with such powerful strength was Dinghai's magic needle, which was enough to invalidate all conspiracies!

Thinking that Huan Xing Sect still had hope, Master Tianhong was in a good mood.

Turning to look at Su Twelve, he couldn't help but admire him.

"Of course! You're not a bad boy. You can understand the 'Sword Technique of Heaven' and the Holy Palm of the Great Brahma, but you can actually get two such powerful puppets!"

"If this trip were not

With you and Junior Sister Shen joining forces, it would be difficult for everyone to reach this point! The old man... I'm afraid he has already died. "

After passing through the gate of hell, Master Tianhong not only admired Su Twelve, but was even more grateful.

"Senior is full of compliments. Junior's strength and ability are limited, and his ability to play a limited role is limited."

"However, now is not the time to relax. The real crisis has just arrived."

Su Twelve's expression remained unchanged and he calmly transmitted the message to Master Tianhong.

As for the remaining monks of the three sects who were immersed in the joy after the disaster, he had no intention of reminding them.

Master Tianhong raised his eyebrows slightly, and returned to normal in a blink of an eye, but the joy in his heart disappeared, replaced by secret vigilance and vigilance.

"Real crisis? What does this mean?"

Su Twelve's eyes flashed and he continued to transmit the message.

"The Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace have been planning to set up this place for more than half a year. Is it really just the trapping and killing formations from before?"

"Furthermore, if we are allowed to leave safely during this trip, under the anger of the three sects, let alone the two sects planning to pastor Yunzhou, how can there be peace?"

"Senior Sister Shen is not bad now, but the two seniors, Xiao Muzi and Zen Master Shanfa, also suffered heavy losses and have no strength to fight again. If the two masters really join forces, how can they have no chance of winning?"

Master Tianhong's expression changed slightly, "Having said that, it seems that there is no aura of formations in this Shili Gallery. And with the strength that Junior Sister Shen has shown now, how can they dare to mess around."

"Unless...unless there is a fourth-level formation in this Shili Gallery? But if there is really a fourth-level formation, why didn't the two sects activate it at the beginning?"

As he said this, he suddenly thought of the scene of facing Tianmen Mountain's formation. Master Tianhong's breath froze and he was thoughtful.

Su Twelve stared ahead.

He continued to transmit the message, "What if... it is a fourth-level formation with special restrictions?"

Master Tianhong's pupils shrank, "Special restrictions? Then if we go there now, wouldn't we fall into a trap?"

Su Twelve's expression remained unchanged as he walked in front of the crowd, taking every step with determination, his figure echoing the fog flying in the air.

"How can Senior Sister Shen forcefully absorb the inheritance power of the stone statue without any sequelae? Now, we can only take a gamble!"

Take a gamble? The two sects held this trump card and kept silent. They were really insidious!

But he still dared to move forward despite knowing the danger. Could it be that... he and Shen Miaoyin were sure of getting through the fourth-level formation?

However, these guys are all thoughtful and cunning. Compared with them, the old man's thoughts pale into insignificance. Forget it...just let him go!

Master Tianhong's thoughts flashed through his mind and he didn't ask any more questions. However, at this moment, he felt extremely nervous, and his heart rose to his throat unconsciously.

Miles away, but only a moment.

Soon, the group arrived in front of the exit of Shili Gallery.

Shen Miaoyin fell from the sky to Su Twelve's side, and the sword energy that filled the sky also converged and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the exit ahead, the remaining monks from the three sects unconsciously quickened their pace, surpassing Su Twelve, Shen Miaoyin and Master Tianhong, and rushed out impatiently.

There were hundreds of monks from the three sects when they arrived, but now there were only less than thirty left.

In the past thousands of years, Muyun Prefecture has never had so many powerful people in the Golden Core stage who perished due to great wars in such a short period of time. At this moment, everyone's hearts are filled with deep fatigue and fear.

No one wanted to stay in this place any longer and just wanted to leave.

But the next second, the space rippled like water waves.