In a fairly intact building, there were disciples of various sects who had survived the disaster. When they were summoned, they were still crowded. After the number of people exceeded thirty, one of them came in half a day, which made several sect chief disciples feel cold.

There are nearly a hundred of them!

Among the people who have not yet met, there are several people who cannot be ignored, such as Qin Shaobai and Luo Xiao...

"Senior Brother Qin and Junior Brother Luo are here." Meng Yibo, who was close to the windowsill, suddenly spoke. He did not look over, but his tone was confident. Of course, it was not because he had eyes behind his head, but because he had a bunch of "eyes" around him - his poisonous bees could not only kill people, but also convey various information.

Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Both of them were quite worthy. When they were employed, if they had lost two cultivation level disciples, they would not know how to hold on to the situation in the future.

When Luo and Qin entered the room, everyone was overjoyed and surprised.

What I was happy about was that Luo Xiao's aura was still stable, and his strength was not damaged under such a disaster.

What was shocked was that Qin Shaobai had actually dropped to the second level of the spiritual realm, and his breath was weak, his face was gray, and he had no trace of true energy on his body... In contrast, there was a circle of blood-seeking white cloth on his face but no one cared about it.

The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and almost everyone had red and colorful faces on their faces. It was normal for Young Master Qin to get hurt on his face.

Qin Shaobai walked to the group of Tianyi Sect's members without expression. Yan Tie and his fellow disciples comforted each other. Qin Shaobai seemed to have not heard of it, staring at one of the people opposite, and could not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Han Lian frowned and looked at him, saying, "It doesn't matter, right?"

Qin Shaobai said in a muffled voice: "Nothing is wrong."

Han Lianyi said with some advice: "That's good... It seems that the situation is a bit bad this time. The losses are quite heavy. You can't die anymore. No matter who you have a grudge with, you have to hold it in your hands first."

Qin Shaobai responded simply: "Okay."

He won't be able to do it even if he is not good. He must have to ask for such a shame himself and must not rely on the help of the master. But does he have this ability now? No! Of course, he can only hold it in.

When it was dark, Han Lian's words became a reality. All the surviving disciples added less than forty people, and the rest were all ink - this is the power of the demon spirit's attack!

It is conceivable that if there is another second attack, 99% of them will be destroyed by less than 40 people.

As for why there is no second strike, it is easy to guess that this is the Feather Domain, the Land of the Spirit. Even a true cultivator has to kneel down, so it kneels directly to the bottom of the sea. But this does not mean that it has given up the second strike. After all, nearly half of the disciples of the sect are alive. The most powerful evidence is that the three giant forks of the Beihai Yasha were still inserted in the center of Fengyu Harbor, and no one would naively think that others don’t want it anymore.

The problem now is that the Red Coral has been destroyed. Even if it is not destroyed, no one dares to set sail and go out to sea at this time. There is still a chance to turn around on land. If you encounter a Yasha on the sea, you will not even have a chance to survive.

Stay behind, a dead end.

Leaving, there is a dead end.

It seems that no matter how they do, they are doomed to be done.

Perhaps it was because of knowing this result that Miao Chengcai would give Qin Shaobai a serious lesson. Anyway, it was a dead end, so it would be better to settle the grudges before death and be at ease.

"It's all gone, tomorrow's matters will be discussed tomorrow." Wu Zhongyuan waved his hand to disperse everyone, his face became paler, his aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and his realm also dropped to three turns. Half of his hard practice was considered to be half of his life.

Luo Xiao retreated first, and entered alone when no one was around, and asked "Wu Zhongyuan" straight to the point: "I don't know how long you have lived. I think I must have lived longer than us. What can you do? If it is not convenient to say it in public, you can tell me."

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head: "I can't transform my spiritual energy, what can I do?"

"Then are you going to die? Now everyone has no spirit stones. I'm sure you will have to be removed from the cultivator if you can't survive for a month."

"I won't wait to die, I won't die. You should know... It's just a pity for this body."

Luo Xiao turned his head and left. Forget it, he also tried his best. Everyone should leave it to fate.

Of course, he is excluded.

...

How many people were killed or injured in the mournful wind and rain port, it has never been possible to count the number of people. After all, this is a port, and many of them are merchants and sailors passing by.

The local residents fought together, and it was not until ten days later that the ruins were almost cleaned up. During this period, an organizational force managing the port sent a team of troops to deal with it. When he heard the locals describe the terrifying blow, he looked at the ground ten feet and only showed a huge fork with a tail. These people didn't even dare to put one fart, leaving a few cannon fodder to deal with the chores, and the rest ran as fast as possible.

The maritime merchants with intact ships fled one after another, and many of the destroyed maritime merchants and sailors tried their best to take a sailboat, scrambling to escape from this ominous place targeted by the terrifying demon king.

There was a rumor that the killing disaster caused by the Red Coral passengers. The impulsive locals came to the door in a group, but they were all thrown on the street. Then it was soon rumored that these people were warriors, and even legendary cultivators. No one dared to come to the door to challenge wildfire again.

The man didn't dare to come to find trouble, but the demon came.

On the afternoon of the tenth day of the attack on Fengyu Harbor, a large number of siren appeared on the sea, and the leader of the siren who shot against Luo Xiao was the first to shoot.

These siren did not go ashore, and in fact, they could not go ashore with their flippers. They just blocked the entire port, and several newly restored merchant ships were blocked when they were about to set sail.

As things come, the disciples of various sects are fearless. Over the past period of time, they have also been thinking about it. Anyway, going to sea is death, and staying is not as good as dying as it is. So it is better to take advantage of the extra effort to fight the sirens to death to calculate the ball.

The four geniuses are still at the forefront of the team, while Luo Xiao is tied with Qin Shaobai, Wen Ruyi and others - he can't believe it when he says it. Now Luo Xiao has already squeezed into the top five, ranking second only to the geniuses.

Because all the geniuses have dropped to the level of the second turn, and are equal to Luo Xiao. The more this happens, the more it highlights the strangeness of Luo Xiao’s cultivation. In the past few days, the geniuses looked at Luo Xiao more and more wrong, making him feel a vague sense of the dangerous aura. If this sirens does not come again, there is a very likely tragic internal strife.

How tragic is it? The things that Beihai Yasha had not finished will be taken over by Luo Xiao. Do you think it is miserable?

Fortunately, the timely appearance of foreign enemies eased the outbreak of internal strife, especially when Luo Xiao saw the huge vortex of the far sea appear again.

boom!

The entire Fengyu Port was in an instant, with nearly 10,000 people running wildly, pushing, falling, trampling, wailing everywhere, and blood flowing into a stream, just like the arrival of the doomsday.

In the torrential craze of escape, a group of people seemed to be the mainstay, still moving, facing the waves of storm, facing the waves that were rising and falling, facing the waves of sirens. At the same time, the giant scaly head was emerging from the deep sea vortex...

At this critical moment, Luo Xiao suddenly turned the sound into a line and sent a message to Fang Jianyin: "Senior Brother Fang, if the sirens do not appear again, will you join them and take action?"

Luo Xiao's words were completely unfinished, but Fang Jianyin understood what he was asking. He was confused for a moment and shook his head hard: "No! Even if everything is always there, Fang Jianyin will never lose to anyone!"

Luo Xiao showed a smile on his face. Fang Jianyin had made a choice. So, he was not stingy in the moment of crisis...

The giant body of the Yaksha in the North Sea has completely surfaced, stepping on the huge waves, and the sound is like thunder: "Mooke-Ha!"

Many people turned to look at Meng Yibo, but the old man shook his head hard: "I don't understand evil words, and I don't understand the whole country or the other party..."

Suddenly, a rolling thunder sound came from the sky, with a sound of old and powerful, and awe-inspiring: "It is saying--you are all going to die! But, I, Di Pofeng, don't think so. Beihai Yasha Baobing, what do you think?"

Everyone was shocked by the thunder sound that was even more violent than the thunder of the Yaksha in the North Sea.
Chapter completed!