My filial piety has gone bad

Facing the two Herrschers who disappeared into the dark abyss, Luo Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his bloated body was slightly heavy.

His eyelids suddenly jumped, and he quickly reacted, and quickly shouted at the crowd:

"All disciples below Jindan escape into the underground cave!"

"The elders use the big formation, and don't take risks against the enemy, lest the higher-level Nether will take advantage of it. We need to wait for the golden core disciples to join forces to fight against the enemy."

"Nephew Jiang, quickly take Nephew Xiao out of here!"

Chu Yan was still dumbfounded.

In broad daylight, living people become ghosts?

Chuyan had never seen such a battle before, her face was pale, her eyes were fixed, her mind went blank, and she didn't hear Luo Sheng calling her at all.

Until Xiao Ran took the resonance in his palm and stroked her dog's head.

"Wake up!"

Only then did Chu Yan suddenly wake up, knowing that she was in great danger, she pulled Xiao Ran and wanted to leave.

"Let's go quickly!"

Xiao Ran was not ready to leave, he had a premonition that this Nether was staring at him.

He wanted to escape, and Nether was chasing after him, and he didn't know how many people would die tragically along the way.

Dozens of Golden Core disciples were present, so there was no chance of life, not to mention that Bo Yunzi, who was in the Body Fit state, was guarding the formation at the main peak, and he might take a risk at a critical moment.

"We are sword bearers, how can we leave?"

Chu Yan was stunned, and looked at Xiao Ran in a daze. Xiao Ran, who looked elegant and elegant, actually had a hard side.

There is no way, if Xiao Ran doesn't leave, she can only bite the bullet and stay.

Black clouds rolled, the wind blew, and the mournful howling tore apart the soul.

Everyone stabilized their minds.

Except for Xiao Ran on Jianping, the other 30 people are all in the Jindan realm, with inner sect coaches, elite disciples, and the head or elders of the Zongzhishan sect.

Accompanied by the mournful sound of Ming, Nether gradually showed its complete form.

Ye Fan's head was unexpectedly preserved, but a huge white eyeball occupied his facial features, which looked extremely creepy.

There are countless small white dots reflected in the eyeballs, densely packed, constantly opening and closing, changing shape and changing position, forming a breathtaking and strange figure.

Ye Fan's body was long gone, and thousands of slender tentacles grew on his head, circling around him like a sunflower hanging in the air.

Among them, the four tentacles evolved from Ye Fan's limbs are particularly thick and may be attacking tentacles.

Sunflower Nether did not continue to attack the others except for devouring the two Herrschers at the beginning.

Instead, it hung in front of li xuan, making an indistinct whisper.

"I am... the Emperor's... capital..."

Well, you are, your whole family is!

Xiao Ran was too lazy to compete with You Ming for talent, and stared at the dense white spots in his big pale eyes.

He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some kind of linkage reaction between these small white spots and the scattered tentacles.

"not good!"

He guessed that You Ming might use these white spots to try to hypnotize the Golden Core monks around him, and then use his tentacles to absorb the spiritual power of everyone, so as to upgrade and evolve!

"Everyone, spread out, this thing is hypnotizing!"

Everyone woke up suddenly, only then did they realize that their spiritual pressure was slowly dissipating at an imperceptible speed.

At this moment--

In the northern sky, there are three sword shadows flying towards quickly.

"Circular sword array!"

Twelve flying swords fell vertically, nailing them ten feet away from Netherworld, blocking most of the tentacles.

In a blink of an eye, three sword shadows landed in front of everyone.

"All the golden cores are withdrawn, it is absorbing spiritual power!"

It was Chen Xingxing who spoke.

Behind him, followed by two other inner sect coaches.

The cultivation bases of the three are all Nascent Souls!

The people on Jianping breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly clasped their fists together and said.

"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ouyang."

Chen Gongxing glanced at You Ming, and there was a tingling expression on his cracked face.

"No need to be formal, this time I just invited two senior brothers to Jianping to watch the battle, I didn't expect it to be in time."

Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Ouyang are older, they are both senior coaches in the sect, they clasped their fists at Luo Sheng and said:

"Sorry, I didn't have time to save the two junior brothers."

"No one would have thought that such a thing would happen. The three senior brothers arrived in time to save all of us."

Luo Sheng was relieved, and quickly said to the three senior brothers:

"I'll leave it to the three senior brothers here, and I will go to direct the disciples to retreat with all the Jindan seniors and nephews."

The Jindan disciples exited in an orderly manner, and each returned to the area in charge, commanding the disciples to prevent new ghosts.

Only Xiao Ran, Chu Yan and the three Yuanying were left on Jianping to teach.

Chen Gongxing patted Xiao Ran's shoulder.

"You go too."

"I?"

Xiao Ran frowned.