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Chapter 412 The Pterosaur Calls for Battle

In the swamp, the fishy smell surged.

With the loss of a large number of life sources, monks die in despair every moment.

Among the three realms of Jindan, Yuanying and Xiaoyao, the Yuanying monks who are in the middle level are considered to be the group that have been strong for the longest time.

Due to their weak strength, Jindan cultivators have a [-]% mortality rate within a day.

And because of his strong strength, Brother Xiaoyao received special "care" from the spider web, and his life was also extremely fast.

Only Nascent Soul Realm cultivators are slightly better.

However, it's just that he can linger on for a while longer than the others.

Perhaps because of the constant death around them, many monks could continue to persevere physically, but their mental defenses had already collapsed ahead of time.

Some people started to blew themselves up, some people started to use their spiritual power crazily and struggled outwards, some people looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, and some cursed at the top of their voices.

The entire swamp area was extremely chaotic, and the strong smell of blood even overwhelmed the stench of the swamp for a time.

In the midst of the commotion, Mu Han looked at Han Lian and sneered, "Forget it, no one will be able to save you, we will all die, hahaha!"

The disciples of Feiyan Sect and Zhunti Sect were all teleported here in the same valley, so they are closest to each other at the moment, and they can clearly see each other's every move.

Li Xunmei glanced at the speaker, and then said to Han Lian: "Don't pay attention to him, he is already crazy."

Han Lian nodded, and then continued to pray that Brother Priest would come and not be trapped like Master.

Perhaps because he felt that he was going to die anyway, some distortions hidden in Mu Han's heart were revealed without hesitation.

He stared at Han Lian's slightly pale pretty face, his eyes lingered back and forth between the other's seductive red lips, licked his lips and said again: "You are not the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but you are the most capable woman. The one that arouses desire."

"I really regret that it was useless when I first met you. If I could taste your taste, I would have no regrets even if I died now. Alas, what a pity!"

As soon as this remark came out, the disciples who were struggling to support Zhun Tizong immediately became angry.

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't move now, and they didn't dare to activate the exercises easily, they really wanted to step forward and kill that pervert who was scheming and uttering wild words.

Han Lian's reaction was unexpectedly calm.

She first reminded all the fellow guards to keep their minds up, and then lightly said to Mu Han, "I also regret that I didn't cut you with a sword back then", and then said nothing more.

The attitude of the other party ignoring him like this made Mu Han gnash his teeth.

His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and just as he was about to scold him with the dirtiest words he had ever heard, suddenly there was a loud noise from above the sky.

"boom!"

White lightning flashed across the sky, splitting a wide and long crack in the sky above the swamp area.

There was a shrill scream resounding from the void, and the next moment, all the monks in the swamp space felt that their life source stopped flowing.

This sudden surprise caused countless monks to cry.

But they dare not let it go, because although the source of life has not been pulled away, they are still unable to move.

No one knows whether they can really go out until the moment when they are truly free.

After this change occurred, the swamp that was originally chaotic and noisy suddenly became quiet.

All the monks looked up at the mid-air, staring at the several figures slowly appearing from the cracks in the void without blinking.

It was the figure of three monks and the silhouette of two monsters.

Han Lian was stunned when he saw the faces of the three people in midair.

Huge surprise and apprehension filled her heart at the same time, so much so that she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Li Xunmei also recognized Mu Feng and the others. She was lively and extroverted, and immediately wanted to wave her arms and shout.

But at this moment, a muffled voice suddenly appeared, interrupting all her actions.

"Xiang Lao, we have always kept the water in the well, and you suddenly came here to disrupt the situation, isn't it appropriate?"

Before Bai Xiang could reply, the master of that voice snorted coldly again: "You just shot and hurt the old ape, this matter can't be forgotten, I don't care what purpose you have for intervening in this matter, take out what you should have first. Compensation, and talk later."

Bai Xiang pondered and said: "There is no need to talk anymore."

It seemed that he didn't expect the other party to say that. Suddenly, there was a brief silence in midair.

But immediately, a ferocious giant crocodile broke through the void and rushed straight to where the white elephant was.

The combat power level of this giant crocodile has reached the level of the fourth heaven of the Supreme Realm. Its mouth is wide open, and the sharp teeth comparable to heavenly treasures suddenly appear.

There were bursts of shattering sounds from above the sky, and even the void couldn't bear the bite of the giant crocodile.

Mu Feng knew that the White Elephant was the weakest among the nine undead generals, and the ancient Qilin King had fallen to Xiaoyao, let alone the giant crocodile.

He looked sideways at the crocodile that was flying towards him, intending to use the domain of thought power to catch it.

"Brother Shepherd

wait!There is no need for you to clean up such miscellaneous fish, let me do it! "

Accompanied by this unruly voice, the shadow of a huge pterosaur appeared.

Its bone wings spread out towards the sides, and its figure shot forward, so fast that even the monks in the Free and Unfettered Realm couldn't catch its moving track.

The cultivator trapped in the same place could only hear the roar from above in all directions: "Miscellaneous fish! Look at Master Long smashing all the crocodile teeth you are so proud of!"

Since the subordinates couldn't wait to ask for a fight, Mu Feng was naturally happy to do so.

With a flick of his sleeve, he released the surviving members of Zhun Tizong from their confinement, and condensed a mask to enclose everyone below.

The two supreme undead were fighting at high altitude, and even if there was a sliver of power falling, it would be enough to shake the monks below to ashes.

He is now thinking about how to extract the soul liquid from the super undead, and for a while, he can't take care of meeting Han Lian and others.

And everyone in the Zhunti sect who had regained their freedom was ecstatic. Although half of the disciples failed to survive the catastrophe, the remaining half could be saved, which is a good thing.

Elder Tao and Elder Li supported their spiritual power and slowly fell down. Their breaths were disordered, their complexions were pale, and they looked like they were on the verge of falling.

"Master! Elder Li!"

"Second elders, are you alright?"

The disciples quickly surrounded him and asked about them. At the same time, they did not forget to take out various elixir and seize the time to heal and recover.

Han Liao went to her master's side, quietly took out the treasure pill that Mu Feng left her from the storage bag, picked out a few things that the master needed most now, and stuffed them directly into the other party's mouth.

Elder Tao subconsciously wanted to stop it, she knew that those pills would be of great help to her apprentice's future practice.

But Han Lian's movements were faster than hers. When she just thought of that layer, Bao Dan had already turned into a warm current and began to repair the exhaustion of her meridians caused by the loss of her original source.

A group of disciples who survived the catastrophe chattered and helped each other, making this smelly swamp a little warm.

The rest of the monks who were sent here were still trapped in the same place. They stared at the scene of unity and friendship of Zun Tizong and his party, and they were both shocked and envious.

His thoughts turned quickly, and he opened his mouth to get close to everyone in Zhun Tizong.

Regardless of familiarity or not, as long as there are disciples who know each other, the trapped monks will greet people frantically and make connections as if grasping at straws.

In a certain area in the swamp, the remaining disciples of the Feiyan Sect fell to the bottom of their hearts.

Mu Han's face was ashen ashes, with bright red blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, and he didn't respond at all.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: this time he is completely finished!