Xuan Huan: Master, please show your cards quickly!

There was no dazzling aftermath of the battle, only smoke and dust - the overwhelming smoke and dust made all the monks around him stunned.

Before the billowing smoke and dust hit the monks, there were pieces of earth and rocks flying at extremely high speeds. The weaker monks had no time to dodge or block them. Many of them were staggered, and there were even weaker ones. He was knocked directly to the ground, groaning in pain.

Then the monks standing on the ground - those with higher cultivation levels only felt like a wave hit them when they were practicing treading water in the river, and the ground also turned over. Those with weaker cultivation levels not only felt it, but also shook it. It took him a moment to regain his footing.

Then the shock wave in the air hit, and those who reacted quickly cast spells or activated spiritual weapons to resist in a hurry. Those who reacted slowly and with weak cultivation were inevitably rushed a few feet away, but most monks were also affected by it. Catching the impact of the shock wave, he kept his body steady and flew backwards only a foot or two.

Only three of them were shocked and lost their senses. They couldn't even control their balance in the air, and were knocked over and flew upside down.

One person finally reacted when he was about to hit the ground. He used his magic power and turned around to stand still. They couldn't help but blush; the other two simply fell to the ground firmly, and couldn't help but groan a few more times.

At the end, the wind pressure came with billowing smoke and dust, and everything in sight was a blur.

Everyone in the yellow dust seems to be fascinated. Those who cast spells or activate spiritual weapons are still maintaining the operation of spells or spiritual weapons. Those who were stunned at the beginning only stabilized themselves when they were blown away by the shock wave are still stunned. The ones who fell to the ground and groaned were still lying on the ground groaning - although some people's groans no longer contained the meaning of pain. Everyone seemed to have forgotten what to do next.

However, Jiang Chen didn't forget it. To be precise, he took action immediately after the smoke and dust covered his figure.

He summoned up the remaining trace of mana - just as he did so, he felt his body trembling slightly. While muttering to himself that he was almost squeezed dry, he rushed to the Buddha's palm as fast as possible without overflowing the mana fluctuations. central.

Seeing the tragic scene under the Buddha's palm print, I couldn't help but be shocked - but I didn't have time to be shocked. I hurriedly used my magic power to instantly put away a small flaming bead, and then spun around without stopping and ran towards Zhou Yan'er. , around the square hole.

Although the two people turned to look at me, they were still a little dazed. I quickly took a photo of each of them, and saw that the two of them had the same look as they had agreed upon, and they all put on a look that was incredible and full of surprise. Looking at himself with an expression.

Jiang Chen didn't care about being speechless. He sent a message to the two of them"Quickly" with a serious look on his face. Then he waved his hand and used the flying sword, one foot long and one foot long. It was suspended in the air half a meter above the ground. He said again:""Use your magic power" and jump on the flying sword first.

The two of them were not really distracted. As Jiang Chen sat down cross-legged, the two of them also jumped on the flying sword and poured their mana into it. The flying sword flashed a white light and soared into the sky, bringing with it a stream of yellow. The dust is several feet high.

Jiang Chen glanced at the billowing smoke and dust below, his eyes flickered for a moment, and without thinking, he gently touched the storage ring. Regardless of the ring's glint in the corner of his eye, he took out a mana-restoring elixir and swallowed it in one gulp. , let go of your mind, close your eyes, and start refining.

The movement of the flying sword was naturally felt by most of the monks. Although they could not see each other and did not communicate with each other, almost all the monks raised their heads in unison.