My Master is Lin Zhengying

Qiu Sheng's sixth level is also very difficult to smash it in a short time.

But Nan Chen, Uncle Jiu and the others in the south suddenly discovered the mountain protection formation, which began to flicker.

Also increased the intensity of the attack.

Inside the formation, Qiu Sheng's eyes were bloodshot.

Regardless of the blood poison, he released his cultivation with all his strength.

??? "Come on!"

? ? ? Qiu Sheng's eyes turned red and he started to run away.

Blood poison in the body, speeding up the circulation.

Qiu Sheng slashed on the ten-meter-high formation platform with one palm after another.

At the same time, it is necessary to fight against the tide of monsters.

Qiu Sheng was stabbed several times, and was covered in blood.

But Qiusheng insisted on not retreating.

There was only one thought in his mind, even if he died, he would destroy the formation platform.

In the past, he betrayed Daomeng and his master, although he was forced to.

But Qiu Sheng still felt guilty.

He wants, atonement...

Finally, Qiusheng was under such obsession.

With another palm strike, the ten-meter-high formation platform was hit again.

"Boom" sounded loudly.

The formation platform disintegrated in an instant.

The gravel is all over the ground, and the mysterious light is shaking.

The powerful impact shook Qiu Sheng and the others ten meters away.

Some monsters with weak cultivation bases were directly shocked to death.

Following the shattering of the formation platform, the Taoist monks standing outside saw the mysterious light of the formation, which suddenly blurred and finally disappeared.

All Daoist monks and Maoshan disciples were excited:

"Look, the formation is gone!"

"How did he disappear automatically?"

"I don't know!"

"Why do you care so much? Get in!"

"kill!"

"..."

Nan Chen thought of Qiu Sheng.

This must have been done by Qiu Sheng, otherwise how could the formation disappear automatically?

Nan Chen didn't hesitate at all. If so, Qiu Sheng would be in danger.

"kill!"

With a roar, Nan Chen held the Ten Fox Sword and rushed directly up the mountain with Wen Cai, Jia Le, A Hao Qingqing and others.

A flood of Daoist monks attacked from the south of Black Dragon Mountain.

As soon as Nan Chen rushed into the mountain, more than a dozen demons attacked.

Nan Chen's face was icy cold, murderous intent emerged.

Raise your hand, and kill many people.

On the other side, Shangguan Ronghui also appeared.

Xiaoyu even came out with a black umbrella in one hand.

The wailing and screaming sounded instantly.

Nan Chen, even among the crowd, saw a young man covered in blood who was being besieged by monsters.

Nan Chen recognized him at a glance.

That is, Qiusheng...

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The south was finally breached, and a flood of disciples from the Dao League rushed into the mountain protection formation.

Nan Chen recognized Qiu Sheng in the crowd.

Without any hesitation, he shouted at him: