Fang Jingtian didn't like what Yang Yiyun said, and she cursed Yang Yiyun in her heart, but it was just cursing in her heart.
He really didn't dare to confront Yang Yiyun.
It is obvious that Yang Yiyun is using his people from Huoyun Pavilion as cannon fodder.
As a Hunyuan-level master, Fang Jingtian naturally has an innate sense of unknown dangers, and the palace gate in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling.
At this moment, Yang Yiyun asked him to take the lead, this
Don't go, everything has been said, he himself said he was an ally.
There is no way to refute Yang Yiyun's words. It is true that the people who forged the Immortal Alliance contributed to the issue of the ancient demon soul. Now it is their turn to Huoyun Pavilion.
But this palace gate gave him the feeling that it was dangerous, how could he lead the charge?
Fang Jingtian was naturally not happy, and her mind was spinning quickly, thinking about how to prevaricate, but there were footsteps on the other side of the silent darkness.
Someone?
Or other creatures?
Everyone's eyes turned to the darkness on the other side.
To be honest, everyone was nervous at this time, because no one knew what would happen next, and would there be something more terrifying than the ancient demon soul?
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A burst of chaotic footsteps from far to near
The next moment everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Because I saw someone coming
Or a group of people
These people are none other than the group of Demon Pill Hall led by Xing Yuanming.
No one expected that Xing Yuanming would show up with someone at this time.
It seemed that they were even more embarrassed. There were only six people in the team of more than ten people.
Obviously, more than half of them died.
When they arrived in front of everyone, the three forces were once again gathered together.
At this moment, Xing Yuanming's face no longer had the previous arrogance and complacency, replaced by a look of dust and panic.
"Wow~ I found you guys!"
This was the first sentence Xing Yuanming came over to say. It seemed that after seeing Yang Yiyun and others, a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
Regarding this, Bao Shunguang was not polite at all and mocked: "Hehe, Xing Yuanming, aren't you very capable? Why is it like being chased by a ghost now, hahaha"
For Bao Shunguang's ridicule, Xing Yuanming didn't care at all at this time, or he was not in the mood to argue with Bao Shunguang, because his experience really made him linger.
It was almost over.
Only now has he made a round of this magic city, and he lost most of his men.
How can we not make him panic?
Instead, he glanced at Bao Shunguang, and Xing Yuanming said: "Bao Shunguang, you are so right, we encountered a ghost? How did you encounter such a terrible creature?"
At this time, Xing Yuanming was completely frightened~
However, everyone could understand what he said, this old boy must have been attacked by the ancient demon soul.
It's just that he was unlucky and didn't meet Yang Yiyun earlier.
Otherwise, you can use the method of adding flames and immortal souls to reduce casualties. Although this method is simple, if you don't know the method, you can be consumed by the ancient demon soul.
It's not bad that there are only six people left in the Demon Pill Hall led by Xing Yuanming.
"Silly hats, what you encountered was an ancient demon soul. You need to burn the immortal soul with immortal fire to injure the ancient demon soul, otherwise, haha" Bao Shunguang laughed gloatingly.
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Xing Yuanming can now see that there is indeed not a single person who forges the Immortal Alliance, even the people in the Huoyun Pavilion are not missing.
At this time, Fang Jingtian suddenly had an idea when she rolled her eyes.
Didn't Yang Yiyun want his people to be cannon fodder?
Now it's all right, Xing Yuanming can share some troubles with him when he comes.
Fang Jingtian laughed and turned to look at Xing Yuanming and said, "Friend Xing, you also feel the weirdness and horror of this magic city, don't you?"
Xing Yuanming nodded deeply.
It's more than terrifying, it's simply abnormal.
Fang Jingtian continued like an old fox: "To tell the truth, if I hadn't been lucky this time, I would have met Yang Daoyou and the others earlier, and I would have lost even more people
This result is actually the result of everyone's concerted efforts. You have also seen the strangeness of this magic city. ?The reaction will be so strong.
Could it be possible to turn him and Yang Yiyun against each other?
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Looking at the distance between the number of people on both sides, and feeling the aura emanating from Yang Yiyun, Fang Jingtian really felt scared.
He is actually in the Hunyuan state of the middle rank, and it can be regarded as the peak of the middle rank. From the beginning, he didn't pay much attention to people like Yang Yiyun and Ding Heping, thinking that his Hunyuan strength at the peak of the middle rank could handle everything.
But this time he felt something was wrong.
? Yang Yiyun's aura at the pinnacle of Da Luo's Great Perfection was even comparable to him.
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Yang Yiyun's body enveloped him as if materialized, Fang Jingtian knew that this kid was not joking, he really wanted to kill him.
Are you fighting with Yang Yiyun?
Not sure, not to mention that people with Ding Heping are all middle-grade Hunyuan!
Taking a deep breath, Fang Jingtian confessed, her face froze for a moment, she squeezed out a smile and said, "Young Daoist Yang, don't get me wrong, I have no malicious intentions, I said something wrong, I'm sorry, don't mind~"
"Bow down and apologize."
Yang Yiyun spoke coldly, staring at Fang Jingtian with a very cold tone.
He knew that if he didn't suppress this old boy's arrogance today, there might be troubles after he was included in the palace gate, and Xing Yuanming also gave him a bomb, so suppressing Jingtian is to make an example of others.
The words bowing and apologizing came out of Yang Yiyun's mouth, and the smile on Fang Jingtian's face disappeared (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com