After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 314 Gathering
The mysterious fire in the blue spar didn't even respond to Shen Qingyi, it didn't even flash.

Shen Qing smacked his mouth once.

I didn't lament too much that I was not as lucky as the hero and heroine.

Looking around carefully again, it finally landed on the center of the spar where the flame was located. Shen Qingyi stretched out his hand, and when he touched the center point, Shen Qingyi felt it carefully.

Sure enough, the temperature there is colder than other parts of the spar.

Shen Qingyi tried to absorb that cold energy.

Suddenly, the milky white liquid beside the spar began to emit smoke, and the hot breath began to surge.

The spar shook for a moment.

Shen Qing was overjoyed at night.

Movement is the best!

In the Secret Realm of Huangquan

Fu Yuyao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Chu Jing was entangled by Zhao Ke and had many wounds on his body.

Jiang Li's eyes were cold, and the magic weapon in his hand was about to kill the embarrassed Fu Yuyao.

At a critical moment, Chu Jing threw out the last talisman in his hand to intercept Jiangli.

The two of them stood back to back in embarrassment, wary of the Tianfeng mainland monks who surrounded them.

Mo Jie's whole body was boiling with killing intent.

"Cultivators of Yunze Continent, you are already unable to fly! Look around here..."

Chu Jing gritted his teeth following the point Mo Jie pointed at.

"Those monks who can block the knife for you, how many more?! Hahaha! Trying to take things you shouldn't take, this is the price! Hand over the map!"

Fu Yuyao felt a certain hatred, and stared at the group of people around her.

She will not let go of these Tianfeng mainland monks!Absolutely not!

"Big Brother!"

Another junior brother from the sect fell down, which made the sword in Chu Jing's hand tighten.

Chu Jing looked at the fallen disciples around him, most of them were disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, and most of them were there to protect him...

The scenes of the sect's trials, competitions, and chatting and laughing together flashed in his mind. He was once the pride of the Holy Sword Sect and a role model in their eyes...

Chu Jing couldn't help but feel a little confused.

The sword in his hand trembled again.

His head suddenly hurt a little.

"A Jing!"

Fu Yuyao's voice sounded from behind, as if with a magical power.

But the screams of fellow apprentice brothers echoed in his mind.

"Ugh!"

Chu Jing felt as if his head had been hit hard by something.

Even with the consciousness, it hurts a bit.

Chu Jing couldn't help covering his head, and drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"A Jing?!"

There was no response from Chu Jing, but Fu Yuyao, who was in the Qi refining stage, was slammed by Xiang Lin's iron whip.

When Feng Sitian saw Chu Jing's appearance, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sky-shaped awl in his hand was about to stab Chu Jing's head.

"Oh!"

The bone fan in Wen Yinghan's hand flew out and flew across in an instant, and the black thread of demonic energy entangled the disciples of the nine sects who couldn't dodge in time.

In an instant, the entangled monks seemed to be absorbed by something, and the essence, energy, and blood in their bodies were being quickly drawn out.

A group of disciples from Youli Palace followed behind Wen Yinghan.

Along with them came Xihuang Palace, Yutian Palace, Yulingzong, Yunxiao Palace, Loose Cultivation Alliance and a group of monks from Yaozu.

The two sides immediately formed a confrontation.

Yuan Hai couldn't help sneering at the group of monks from Yunze Continent who formed a group.

"The thief mouse is finally willing to come out?!"

Yunye's expression turned ugly, and he retorted.

"We are not thieves!"

Now that Chu Jing, the number one talent in the Taoist sect, has fallen, the Holy Sword Sect has suffered serious losses, and several Taoist forces that support each other have been involved, so the Taoist sect's momentum is weak.

(End of this chapter)