"Disciples of the Wanjian Sect, come out with me." Chi Jianzi waved his sleeves, only two disciples, Jian Qing and Yun Piaoyan, were caught. He roared and flew directly towards the torn barrier. "Follow me." Wen Ruyu shouted to Bai Meier, and her body rushed towards the seal of the barrier. "Hurry up, the barrier is healing. If you don't go out, you won't be able to get out." Such a roar suddenly broke out among the monks who had been swarming in and wanted to rush out quickly. So the monk who was rushing forward raised his head and looked towards the sky. Sure enough, after Chi Jianzi flew out with Jian Qing and Yun Piaoyan, the gap in the barrier began to heal. So all the monks rushed towards the gap even more crazily. "Get out of my way, or I will kill you." A very fast monk shouted at the slower flying monk in front of him. But the monk had no time to pay attention to him. So the roaring monk directly struck the monk in front of him with his sword, and then continued to rush forward. And this monk's explosion was like a fuse. All the monks below attacked the monks in front of them, as if they could get out alive as long as they killed the people in front of them. Under the oppression of this kind of death, all the monks burst out their dark side. They attacked the people in front of them crazily, killing these people, as if they were possessed by a demon. "Asshole, you all go to hell." After Chi Jianzi took Jian Qing and Yun Piaoyan out, Wen Ruyu rushed out closely behind. Ranked below Wen Ruyu was a monk who was in the late stages of leaving his body. Seeing that the gap in the barrier was getting smaller and smaller, the attack from below was hitting him like a heavy rain. Many of the monks who were in the out-of-body stage participated in the attack. The monk in the late stage of the out-of-body experience was furious, and a wheel-shaped magic weapon flew out of the body of the monk in the late-stage stage of the out-of-body experience. The monk who originally attacked from behind staggered and lost an arm. His eyes were blood red and he yelled one word in his throat: "Explode." "Asshole, he blew up his own magical weapon. Hurry and hide." Open." The faces of the breath cultivators who were following this out-of-body experience changed drastically when they heard the monk's voice. If a monk in the late stage of out-of-body experience self-destructs his own magic weapon, even the monks in the early stage of distraction will be afraid of it, not to mention those of them who are not as good as the monk who self-destructs his magic weapon. So the top group of monks who were originally rushing toward the gap in the sky barrier suddenly stopped and flew downwards. He collided with other monks who rushed up quickly, and the sky was filled with curses for a while. But as soon as these curses sounded, they were instantly drowned in a huge explosion. The monk who self-destructed his natal magic weapon in the late stage of out-of-body experience staggered. His face instantly turned pale, and he kept vomiting blood, and his body flew precariously through the gap in the barrier. But as soon as the monk stretched out half of his body, the healing barrier got stuck on his waist, and then the blood in the surrounding area instantly covered the remaining empty space of the barrier. "No!" A voice full of unwillingness came from the monk's mouth, and then with a click, the monk was cut in half by the healing barrier. The lower half of his body remained in the barrier, and the upper body came out without knowing whether he was alive or dead. . Like the monks who were cut off at the waist, many of them let out an unwilling roar when faced with the power of a late-stage out-of-body monk who exploded his natal magic weapon. Then, he was hit by the exploding natal magic weapon and died immediately. . And those who had escaped the self-destruction of their natal magic weapon, saw the healing barrier, and each one of them screamed at the top of their lungs. "Asshole, don't let me out, or I will destroy your entire clan." A layer of white fluorescence rippled around Bai Meier's body. In this fluorescence, a three-tailed fox kept wandering around, blocking everything for Bai Meier. Although Bai Mei'er was not threatened by the self-destructing natal magic weapon, she felt the impact. But facing the barrier that had healed and was stained with blood, Bai Meier struck with all her strength, but not even a ripple was produced. Bai Meier's face couldn't help but turn pale, while the other monks who were fighting each other stopped fighting and calmed down after being dazzled by their natal magic weapon. But facing the healed barrier, these people's faces turned pale, with a look of despair on their faces. These people included Jiang Lin, because Jiang Lin felt that after the barrier healed, a more dangerous aura began to reverberate around him. The source of this aura was what made Jiang Lin feel uneasy from the beginning, and the jade pendant also had some problems. Guidance underground. "What is that?" a monk flying in the air exclaimed. All the monks looked towards the ground and saw that the ground that was originally covered by the black floor suddenly collapsed. A blood-red crack like a monster's mouth slowly opened, and blood-red lines looked like a storm.Like raindrops, they sprang out from the cracks and shot toward the monks in the sky. At the same time, a huge suction force appeared in the crack. The monk who originally wanted to avoid the blood-colored threads screamed in horror and tried to struggle, but his body flew towards the crack involuntarily, and then his body was wrapped in the blood-colored threads, as if being A giant spider captures the same gift. These blood-colored threads wrapped around the monk and pulled them toward the blood-red mouth that cracked on the ground. In just an instant, half of the monks in the sky were sucked away, and the bodies of those monks who had not been able to fly up on the ground were involuntarily sucked by this bloody mouth. All the monks struggled continuously, but lacked the suction to get rid of the cracks. And the blood-red barrier in the sky began to drag the entire Xiu Mo Temple down. In just a moment, the monk who could still feel the presence of sunlight through the blood-colored barrier suddenly felt a darkness above his head, and then the whole world was surrounded by blood. When Jiang Lin discovered the suction force of the cracks on the ground, he immediately fell to the ground. Then the power of the earth surged out of his body, and Jiang Lin's legs were rooted to the ground, resisting the terrible suction of the cracks. But a monk who passed by Jiang Lin, whose body could not withstand the suction of the crack, subconsciously waved his arms to hug Jiang Lin's thigh, and then refused to let go like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. Then one, two, three Jiang Lin, who was standing on the ground, held five monks under the cloth on his legs. Then these monks were hugged by other monks, and they were continuously connected in this way, forming a chain of monks holding monks, starting from Jiang Lin and looking towards the location of the crack. All the monks desperately hugged the monk in front of them. Some monks were hugged by their legs, some by their waists, and some by their necks. In short, there were cries, curses, screams of unknown fear, and the sound of clothes being torn apart. And at this moment, the bloody thread that captured the monks in the sky finally swept away the monks in the sky. Pulling these monks closer to the bloody crack, countless threads began to wrap around the monks who were connected in a chain on the ground, pulling them towards the crack, as if they were using these monks as ropes to compete with Jiang Lin in a tug-of-war. . "Let go, let go, you bastard." He threw away the monk who was trying to save his arms or body from behind. However, facing the terrible suction force, Jiang Lin did not dare to lift his legs at all, and threw the monk who was holding his legs away, roaring loudly. But the monks holding Jiang Lin¡¯s legs were also hugged by others. Jiang Lin was their life-saving straw. These monks would not let go even if they lived or died. Some monks even poured spiritual power into their arms, and just hugged Jiang Lin's legs tightly, as if they didn't want to let go for ten thousand years. Click! Click! Even if Jiang Lin had roots on his feet, facing the huge suction force of the cracks and the floating hundreds of monks, Jiang Lin was used as a wooden stake. Jiang Lin's body was pulled forward little by little and started to move. This made Jiang Lin yell louder, but no monk was willing to let go. Even though the monk was wrapped in the blood-colored silk thread and pulled toward the crack, he still held on to the monk in front of him, letting the huge force of the blood-colored silk thread pull him without letting go, which made Jiang Lin bear even greater force. bump! Another monk flew from behind Jiang Lin and bumped into Jiang Lin. Subconsciously, Jiang Lin grabbed behind him and wanted to throw the monk out. After all, his legs were already hugged, and if his upper body was hugged again, Jiang Lin would be even more passive. But just when Jiang Lin reached out to grab it, his expression couldn't help but change. He only felt a soft body sucking onto Jiang Lin like an octopus. A pair of pink arms wrapped around Jiang Lin's neck, a pair of crystal jade feet overlapped on Jiang Lin's lower abdomen, and soft and flexible legs wrapped around Jiang Lin's waist. Then he pressed against Jiang Lin's back, flattening his breasts. Such a bone-eroding feeling made Jiang Lin's mood sway, his feet became a little weak, and he was almost pulled away by the suction of the crack. "What are you thinking about? Why don't you draw your sword and cut off the arms of the monks holding your legs? Otherwise, you want to die with them."