A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

With the addition of the demons, they could at least fight the Xuanling Patriarch on equal terms. The two sides fought fiercely, like a war to destroy the world.

Wen Rangchen was in the middle, with countless array threads connecting hundreds of people.

The connected people all become part of the movement in the formation. Everyone is like a whole and can achieve a high degree of tacit coordination in a short period of time.

"Your father is actually a formation master. He is really abnormal."

A familiar hoarse voice of complaint came from the side, and Bei Wan turned back suddenly: "You are still alive!"

Zhao Yuren was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by Zhao Yujiao and thrown to the ground. His body was covered with bruises. They were not caused by beatings, but rather the color of poison seeping into his body.

"I'm not dead. That old man has a disciple who took me away. The dead old man has many people under him, so he doesn't care about me anymore. I've eaten so many disgusting poisonous insects."

Zhao Yuren looked up fiercely at the Xuanling ancestor in the sky.

"I am just holding my breath, hoping to survive. If Sister Jiao and the others are dead, I can still come out to testify when the reputation of Xuanling Palace is damaged in the future!"

Bei Wan squatted down and patted Photographer Yu Ren on the shoulder: "Okay."

Zhao Yuren burst into tears: "Your father can kill that old man, right?"

"Look."

Bei Wan stuffed a pill of Baidujie into his mouth, letting him witness with his own eyes whether he won or lost.

"City Lord Wen, quickly connect us too!"

Several lights and shadows appeared in the sky. Bei Wan looked carefully and saw familiar faces. The deans of the four major colleges had arrived.

Mo Yan said "Hey", "Finally we don't have to carry it this time! It's great to have someone stronger to carry it!"

Qi Youqing glanced at him, then turned his head away in disgust, but his hand did not forget to take a handful of roasted melon seeds from the boy's palm.

In fact, what he said was true. It was different from the great battle in Cang Yan Continent. That time, the few people in their Cang Yan Sect were still the backbone of the army, and they were busy with everything.

Now, the group of people fighting in the sky is not someone they can get involved with at all.

If it weren't for the barrier left by a group of powerful men above their heads, they wouldn't dare to stand so close and watch the fight.

If the people in the sky were defeated, the formation under Bei Wan's feet could transfer this group of young people with amazing talents in the shortest time possible.

As long as the fire is burning, hope will last forever.

Ancestor Xuanling looked at the people attacking him from all directions, and impatience appeared between his old and wrinkled brows.

"You guys are really annoying."

He roared, his deep and old voice was like thunder, and his eyes were like swords, looking straight at Wen Rangchen in the center.

The sword energy was violent, and dozens of huge green sword blades emerged, looking like the power of heaven in the dark clouds.

As the mind of Ancestor Xuan Ling moved, dozens of flying swords came out at the same time, circling and crisscrossing, leaving behind a series of green afterimages. With brutal and irresistible offensive, they attacked from different directions towards a common target - Wen Rangchen.

Some of the monks felt a chill in their hearts. Although it seemed that the array threads could not control them at the moment, what if?

What if they are not careful and are influenced by Wen Rangchen, who uses the array threads to control them to block the knife?

But it didn't happen. In fact, under Wen Rangchen's deliberate control, they were able to avoid the attacks of Ancestor Xuanling more quickly.

Wen Rangchen was as gentle and graceful as a cloud, and even in a red dress, she did not lose her true character.

The Nian Huang Sword appeared with a buzzing sound, but without attacking, it instantly turned into a seedling.

Time became strange. The young saplings grew rapidly, but the time around them seemed to slow down.

It was true that Patriarch Xuanling's attack was still very fast, but everyone present clearly witnessed the growth process of the sapling. The leaves of the towering sycamore trees stretched out and swayed in the wind, and the tense and terrifying feeling around them seemed to have dissipated.

Wen Rangchen stared at the towering phoenix tree in front of him, his eyes filled with longing and tenderness like the spring breeze and drizzle. His hand, holding the blood-colored jade pendant with a phoenix pattern, gently stroked the straight green trunk.

In an instant, the phoenix tree withered. The green and vibrant phoenix tree was dyed with the yellow of autumn. The phoenix tree leaves withered and fell, turning blood red in the air, as if they were crying blood, falling one by one, drop by drop.

"A phoenix travels across the world, and yet it misses its mate."

A faint smile appeared on Wen Rangchen's face. He caught a fallen phoenix tree leaf and didn't care at all about the dozens of sword moves coming at him from behind.

The next second, it seemed as if an invisible and gentle breeze blew, and the phoenix leaves were blown up by the wind. As they danced gently, the phoenix leaves disappeared, and were replaced by a light and graceful phoenix.

Bei Wan stared at the phoenix without blinking, but a tear flowed uncontrollably. It was the breath of his mother.

Flames spread all over the sky. The dazzling light was suppressed by the dark clouds, like an unstoppable scorching sun, swallowing up all the false moves of the Xuanling Patriarch.

Looking at the phoenix coming towards him, Patriarch Xuanling narrowed his eyes slightly.

This phoenix is ​​quite mysterious.

only……

"It's strong, but not enough."

Ancestor Xuan Ling stepped out of the phoenix shadow with a long sword in his hand and looked at Wen Rangchen and others, but he knew that the attack did hurt him.

But his strength has reached the strongest level in this plane. The move he just used was very powerful, but it was still a little short.

Ancestor Xuanling also understood that he couldn't delay any longer. Who knew if these little shrimps would really bite him to death one bite at a time.

Having lived for so many years and witnessed the deaths of many geniuses, Patriarch Xuan Ling must know how terrible it is to underestimate the enemy.

Now, he doesn't plan to drag it on any longer.