After Luo Ningxue left, Zhang Heng continued to watch the competition in the stands. The subsequent battles were extremely exciting. Every cultivator who took the field was very strong, and even cultivators who had the Great Perfect Qi Refining frequently came on the field.

Although in Zhang Heng's eyes, the strength shown by these monks could not pose any threat to him, he would not despise them for this.

Who knows if they are showing all their strength at this moment? In such a dangerous world of immortal cultivation, which monk doesn’t want to leave a life-saving trump card for himself?

Just as Zhang Heng was concentrating on the battle on the stands, the crazy clouds surging in the distance finally attracted the attention of many monks of Tianling Peak.

"Look, what's going on over there?"

"Can't there be some powerful monster ready to attack Fang Yunshan?"

"Maybe it's an asymmetry produced by some advanced spell."

Zhang Heng's attention was also attracted, and he subconsciously stared at the distant sky.

I saw a violent storm surging in the distance, and a large cloud was pushed by the strong wind, rolling constantly, like continuous waves.

Under this scene, the fire sun in the sky also temporarily bid farewell to Fang Yunshan and hid behind the layers of dark clouds.

The world suddenly became dark.

Wu Ling also came to Zhang Heng, looked at the vision in the distance, and whispered to Zhang Heng: "Have the people from Dutian Castle come?"

Dutian Castle? Zhang Heng had a puzzled heart. Why did the people from Dutian Castle come here and have such a strange phenomenon? And how did Wu Ling come to such a conclusion?

As time went by, a black dot appeared in the distant sky. In the eyes of the monks, the size of this black dot was constantly expanding, as if it was endless, constantly challenging the limits of the monks.

From the initial black dot to the subsequent size of the stone, and then to the size of the house…

"So big!" A monk from Fang Yunshan exclaimed.

Zhang Heng was also slightly surprised to look at the giant floating forward.

After performing a spiritual eye technique on himself, Zhang Heng saw the form of this behemoth more clearly.

From a distance, it was an ark, an ark comparable to a giant. It carried a raging storm, stirring up the surrounding clouds, making the spiritual energy between heaven and earth turbulent.

This huge ark is forty or fifty feet long and twenty feet wide. It is dark purple in overall color, and the hull is also filled with a purple halo.

On the top of the ark, there is a huge flag, which shows the three big words "Dutian Castle" like dragons and phoenixes, which are very eye-catching.

"This is the 'Purple Moon Ark' of Dutian Castle, a large manned flight magic weapon." Wu Ling stood next to Zhang Heng and explained to him, with a bit of remembrance in his tone.

The "Purple Moon Ark" soon flew to the next side of Tianling Peak, and its huge figure was like a small floating castle.

In front of it, the monks present had the illusion of an ant facing a prehistoric beast.

Zhang Heng was also secretly estimating that such a giant ark could carry many people?

Finally, when it flew over Tianling Peak, the "Purple Moon Ark" stopped, and the shadow it left behind covered a large area on the top of the mountain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of monks flew out from the "Purple Moon Ark", each of whom was driving medium-grade spiritual weapons at the lowest point, and their bodies were filled with sharp aura. After a while, a neat formation was formed in the air.

It was indeed a person from Dutian Castle. When Zhang Heng saw the neat queue of these monks, he remembered a pair of Dutian Castle patrol teams he encountered after killing the "Eight Evils of Luoshan".

After carefully looking at the queue of dozens of people, Zhang Heng soon discovered Du Peng, a young man in white who met last time.

Du Peng stood in front of the queue, still looking cold, wearing a defensive spirit weapon, stepping on the spirit weapon, and looking forward without looking sideways.

Just after these dozens of monks from the Dutian Castle stood in line, the Purple Moon Ark in the sky trembled slightly, and purple streaming light flashed on it.

The divine light in Wu Ling's eyes condensed into a little, and his eyes stared at the Purple Moon Ark in the sky without blinking.

"Hahaha..." A handsome middle-aged man in purple clothes floated out of the Purple Moon Ark.

He stretched out his hand and the giant Purple Moon Ark in the sky was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the Purple Moon Ark, which was originally comparable to the prehistoric beast, turned into the size of a palm, and was then taken into the storage bag by the middle-aged man in purple.

The monks present couldn't help but breathe a breath of air. The magical powers displayed by the middle-aged man in purple were really terrible. I think he was also driving the huge Purple Moon Ark.

After doing this, the middle-aged man in purple looked at the many low-level monks under his feet with a cold look, and his eyes were like looking at an ant.

With his eyes, a strong pressure came to the entire Tianling Peak, and the air around him seemed to solidify at this moment.

Everything is silent!

Plop! Plop! Plop...

Under this spiritual pressure that seemed like heavenly power, the blockbusters of the three sects of Fang Yunshan couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.

Zhang Heng was also facing such a kind of oppression that seemed to be substantial, as if an invisible force was forcing himself to surrender.

Her knees began to bend slightly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were left on her forehead. Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and endured the huge rock that seemed to be pressing on his body.

The vicissual spiritual energy in the body flowed uneasy, and the void flames above the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness also trembled slightly, emitting a sense of courage to admit defeat.

You must never admit defeat! Zhang Heng gradually became a fighting spirit, his body stood up slightly, and he stood steadily on the ground.

In the end, Zhang Heng stabilized his body under the pressure of this spiritual pressure.

Soon, the terrifying pressure of the palpitations disappeared out of thin air, and the middle-aged man in purple in the sky disappeared, but the many monks on the top of the mountain seemed to have spent a very long time.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Heng felt weak all over and couldn't help but sweep his eyes around.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but be shocked.

Most of Fang Yunshan’s thousands of disciples fell softly to the ground at this moment, and less than a dozen people could barely stand.

Wu Ling next to him had a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth. Seeing that Zhang Heng could hold on under this spiritual pressure, he nodded in appreciation.

These people who can hold on are definitely the best among the same level. Zhang Heng is careful to look at all the people who can barely stand on them and write down their names one by one.

Many of these people were known to him, including Yuwen Lin, Li Hong, Zhao Rui, Luo Ningxue, Li Crazy, Ling Feiyang, Wang Yuan, etc.

Among them, the person who unexpectedly surprised by Zhang Heng is Wang Yuan!

It is absolutely not easy for a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining to hold on under this pressure.

Zhang Hengshu didn't know that his cultivation was just in the early stage of Qi refining in the obvious way. It would be even more incredible that he could persevere. In the eyes of others, he was simply a monster.

"Who was that person just now?" Zhang Heng asked Wu Ling next to him softly.

Wu Ling secretly gave Zhang Heng a look and stood aside pretending to be unknown.

Zhang Heng immediately understood that the middle-aged man in purple just now must be an amazing person. Maybe every move of him and others is under the surveillance of the other party.

In the sky, there was a person suddenly next to the Cloud Magical Weapon, which was the middle-aged man in purple who had just come out of Ziyue’s Ark.

The dozen people in the invisible state in the sky were all arrogant and dared not look at the middle-aged man in purple in front of him. Even Nan Ming, who had always been arrogant, could only stand on the cloud magic weapon and dared not say much.

"Is this senior a monk from Dutian Castle?" Sun Lin's fear quickly faded away and he changed into a respectful smile.

Ziyi's handsome middle-aged man was like the eyes of thousands of years of ice. He glanced at everyone present one by one, and said in a strong tone: "I am Jiang Yushi, the ancestor of the Poison Demon Sect!"

Poison Demon Sect!! The expressions of the people present changed slightly.

"It turns out that Jiang Yushi, known as the Wuji Poison Demon, is a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, haha." The person who spoke was Nan Ming, who had been silent for a long time, and his tone was also filled with a faint contempt.

"Who are you? You dare to be rude in front of me." Wuji Poison Demon stared at Nan Ming above the cloud magic weapon with cold eyes like a poisonous snake.

"From when did the tentacles of the Poison Demon Sect actually extend to the sphere of influence of the Bixue Xiangyun Sect?"

Nan Ming snorted coldly, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, looking directly at the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him without giving in at all.
Chapter completed!