Cang Yueming, Mo Haoran and Huangfu Qi all let out a sigh of relief, each took out the elixir from the storage ring and drank it, while fighting with each other and waiting for an opportunity to recover the lost spiritual power.

There is no suspense about this battle. Although the enemies are numerous, Cang Yueming, Liang Yan and Situ Kuangsheng are not ordinary Jindan monks. Even if Liang Yan does not use the flying sword, the opponent will definitely lose.

To be on the safe side, he released Ji Lai and Li Xiran from Taixu Huzhong and asked them to help defend against the enemy.

Facing these monks who had participated in the assessment together, Ji Lai and Li Xiran were a little confused at first, but after Liang Yan gave a brief explanation, they immediately understood.

With the help of these two people, Liang Yan's side was even more powerful. The eleven Jindan monks who originally participated in the siege were killed in a short time. Even the two monks who returned to the same sect and Tong Gu

When others came to help in the battle, they were beaten back steadily.

Situ Kuangsheng was so excited to kill that he couldn't help but let out a roar and shouted loudly: "I thought he was a saint before, but now it seems he is just a rat. What? He only hides in the dark to confuse people's hearts and uses these people as shields.

?If you have the ability, come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

He used his magical power in his voice to pass through gold and cracked rocks, and it was heard more than ten miles away. It was obvious that he wanted to provoke the person behind the scenes to show up for a fight.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of pipa music in the woods in the distance.

After hearing this, everyone in the battle was slightly startled, and at the same time they became wary. Even Situ Kuangsheng, who had just taunted, was observing the surroundings attentively at the moment. It was obvious that he was not as arrogant as he showed.

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The man in the forest didn't know what kind of music he was playing. It sounded gentle and resentful, as if weeping and complaining, and it actually made people feel a little distressed for no reason.

"not good!"

Everyone present seemed to understand why these monks who participated in the assessment were controlled by others and eventually became murder tools. Now it seems that this is the answer.

With these lessons learned, how could they dare to listen to that piece of music again? They all used their magical powers to close their ears, and at the same time, they looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw six strong, handsome men walking out from the depths of the jungle.

And in the middle position, there is a graceful woman in red, wearing a fox-head mask, holding a white jade pipa in her hand, with two snowy feet, one on the left and one on the right, stepping on the two men in the middle.

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Chapter completed!