As for the disciples below the sixth level, they all end up being killed instantly.

Whatever magic weapon you have, what kind of trump card you have.

Beneath these thousands of ants, they have become completely a joke.

Wen Zilong was in the sky, watching the disciples under the light shield formed by the defensive formations.

On his face, the expression of the Great Elder was copied over.

A sneered, and his mental power moved.

The purple lightning suddenly rushed towards a formation light shield below.

boom--

Just a slight sound.

The formation light cover shattered instantly.

The black ants around the light shield suddenly rushed out like a group of wolves seeing the flesh.

The hundreds of disciples in the light shield immediately started to cry and howl.

Although those formations are said to be able to withstand the attacks of ten-level powerful men.

But in fact, a tenth-level strongman will be defeated as long as he attacks more than ten times.

And Wen Zilong's purple lightning, let alone.

All were smashed in an instant.

Soon, the entire Piaomiao Immortal Sect had no complete place.

All the disciples fled to the mountains like crazy.

However, there were already black ant colonies that blocked the entire Piaomiao Immortal Sect.

There is no barbarian dragon that can escape.

The mountain where Piaomiao Immortal Sect is located is a mountain that looks very fairy-looking.

Clouds and mists are shrouded in like a fairyland.

But at this moment, there were screams like evil spirits.

There was no ghost in the empty mountain, but I heard ghost roars coming from the clouds and mists.

It sounds so terrible.

After a full hour, there was no living barbarian dragon in the entire Piaomiao Immortal Sect.

There are only white bones in one place.

Wen Zilong sneered:

"This is the end of me."
Chapter completed!