After the battle, although Maverick Bai did nothing, he gained a lot and knew the difference between himself and Ye Qinglian.￥f,. The difference in realm is not small, and the difference in combat power is even more unknown when he can catch up.

The sword intent of that sword was clean and pure, and simple, it broke the Buddhist teachings of the nun.

Any spell has loopholes, and that sword is slashing the loopholes, and there is no high power. In terms of tactics, Ye Qinglian is too high and too strong. This kind of power is different from the female nun, which makes people despair.

For Ye Qinglian, now Bai only has the only look up to him, and he looks up to him in despair.

Ye Qinglian didn't deliberately attack him, but Messenger Bai felt a little old, which made her unhappy, and she was afraid that she would be after entering the Houtu Sect because of this bad thing.

Many formations trigger thoughts in the mind and then suddenly burst out.

This kind of thing is the most dangerous. If there is a similar formation that makes Bai Zhiyi fall into the trap, he will only be weak when he sees Ye Qinglian and has no idea of ​​resisting.

Ye Qinglian wants this effect. In the offensive process, she doesn't need help from others. Assassinating the cultivator of the Void Realm, her team is enough.

More than half an hour after the white-armored convoy left, a team of monks wrapped in black clothes walked in the snow. The leader suddenly stopped and looked down at the long sword thrown by Ye Qinglian on the ground.

It was a talisman treasure, the sword front was completely damaged on one side, and the other side was connected with magic patterns.

He bent down and picked up the sword. He was about to investigate when the damaged position of the sword body burst out. As soon as he swung his neck, the head flew high, as if it was hit by blood.

A group of monks in black were stunned. The sword light was divided into two, and the two were transformed into four. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred ways, falling like a heavy rain. The remaining monks were stomped by the sword light and turned into flesh and blood all over the ground, and their souls were not spared.

After the sword light dissipated, the short-headed monk then fell to the ground hard, and the long sword in his hand fell out of his hand, but it turned into ashes.

In the cart, Ye Qinglian snorted softly. Her plan was left to the cultivators in the infant realm. Unexpectedly, the other party only sent a monk named Jiedan and brought a group of foundation building.

Therefore, the layout inside the sword was basically not activated, and the sword itself was destroyed because of its material.

The enemy was cautious and didn't send someone strong enough to clean the battlefield. Ye Qinglian shook her head, and Bai Jia asked when she saw it, "What happened?"

"It's okay, actually someone is targeting you this time. If you go to the sect, you have to be careful."

"I know." Bai Jia agreed, focusing on his son again, and he slowed down the convoy. It was for the purpose of Bai Zheng to recover better.

This time he was going to work hard, and he could not guarantee that Messenger Bai would survive, but he was a father, so he had to prepare for Messenger Bai.

In Ye Qinglian's opinion, after being attacked, she should speed up to rush to the sect, but Bai Jia refused, so she couldn't say it all. Anyway, Ye Ting had his own plan.

Although it is a pity to fight a cultivator in the virtual realm, some things cannot be changed. For example, if you only have one chance to take action, if you cannot seize it, you will only have one chance to escape.

When the other party is in a virtual state and is bound to die, it is not difficult to die with you.

Ye Qinglian is not afraid of self-destruction in the infant realm, but what measures do cultivators in the virtual realm really need to take? That is hard to guard against.

If you cannot kill the enemy, you have to use the Yin-Yang Divine Mirror to jump out of the mountain gate of the Houtu Sect, then throw the White Armor and leave the area where the Houtu Sect is located. In the end, White Armor is responsible for taking the blame.

So Ye Qinglian didn't take any strategic mistakes from Baijia.

No matter what, this time I will have a mobile phone out, because the target is a cultivator in the virtual realm. In his own mountain gate, he will not care about himself, a cultivator in the infant realm.

White Armor did the right thing just to make the other party more relaxed.

This is the way to stay mentality. Putting hope on others is the most unreliable thing.

The escorted convoy continued to move forward, and suddenly it started to snow in the sky again. Ye Qinglian looked at the snow outside the window with nothing, feeling that this world makes people so lonely.

It’s better to go to Jiuzhou early. What does Jinao Island look like and what does fellow Taoists look like?

There is no one who can say anything on these eight hundred continents. Even if the other person is not bad, it is a pity that the idea is different, so there is no possibility of communication.

Xiao Bai and the others followed Ye Ting for so long, but their thinking attitude still couldn't keep up with Ye Ting.

The devil eyes of cause and effect followed in the sky, and the demon-refining sword pupils were arranged in all directions. The enemy did not appear again. This is normal. All Buddhist monks who have been mobilized from the Buddha Altar of the Sky. Next time I test, will I be unable to move to the virtual realm?

This kind of test is meaningless. Anyway, Ye Qinglian uses the sword technique of Duanshan Sword Flow, and her origin cannot be seen.

"Why is it so cold?" The Bai Shiyi, who was breathing, suddenly opened his eyes. Ye Qinglian's eyes fell on him. He saw frost flowers forming on his short beard under his nostrils.

Ye Qinglian quickly recalled the map she bought. Where is this?

"Stop and set up the formation!" Baijia made a quick decision. This was a slope, with a slow mountain on the right, and a dry riverbed on the left. In summer, wild flowers were everywhere.

Now here are full of ice and snow, and the grass on the hillside seems to have been burned, leaving only the dark roots.

"Is it from the Huang family?" Bai Jia walked out of the cart, and the gas sprayed out of his mouth was snow-white. Ye Qinglian threw a pill to Bai Shiyi. Bai Shiyi swallowed it and felt the cold air dissipate on his body.

All the big carts gathered together and arranged them into a circle. The Five Elements Formation extends outward in circles. Even Ye Ting can only use powerful equipment to break through the formation through conspiracy.

It is not easy to attack this chariot formation by relying solely on your own strength.

Ye Qinglian said to the recovered Messenger Bai: "If it were the Huang family, why should we take action?"

Bai Shiyi was stunned and thought slowly, and after a long time, he said: "The power of the Huang family is the most powerful among the five families. He has long been dissatisfied with the control of the sect, maybe..."

"The Huang family wants to take advantage of the opportunity of the sect leader being injured to rebel?"

"It should be."

Bang!

A huge palm rose from the ground and flew a large cart out. The attack came without warning, and it broke out at the core of the Five Elements Formation, which was a spell trap that the opponent had already arranged.

On the hillside, the black grass roots suddenly burned, and the flames formed a large net and turned into a teleportation array.

The flame teleportation array existed for a very short time. After the light flashed, more than one hundred monks were teleported directly over, with Bai Jia's face pale. These more than one hundred monks, not only from the Huang family, but also from the other three families, but there was no Bai family.

"You guys, what does this mean?" Bai Jia roared angrily.

A monk wearing purple Taoist robe laughed and said, "White armor, if you want to blame, it is for your head of family to be too loyal. When we want to overthrow the oppression of the sect, he refuses, so we have to kill him. And as for you, if you are willing to obey our orders and take us into the sect, we will consider leaving your life."

"Shameless villain!" Baijia's anger was just ignorance in the eyes of the other party.

Among the more than one hundred monks, there are at least fifty infant realms. What else can you resist in such a huge gap?

These people smiled shamelessly. Ye Qinglian also admired Bai Jia's angry expression when she saw Bai Jia's angry expression. People from these five families were really interesting, and Bai Jia's disguise was seamless.

"Do you think we can't deal with the old man without you? He has lived for too long and should have died long ago. The mountain gate formation has been destroyed by our people. I ask you to help, just give you a chance to survive."

Bai Jia heard that the mountain gate formation was secretly destroyed, and he refused to go with them. He had his own plan. Although this change made him like it, it was not worth joining it.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please release your Fenglei Battleship." Bai Jia suddenly asked Ye Qinglian for help.

Ye Qinglian nodded and released a small Fenglei battleship. The white armor made a quick decision and called all the infant cultivators to board the battleship and flew up in the air.

The magic of those infant realm monks was overwhelming, but they were blocked by the secret wind and thunder techniques on the warship. After a ray of lightning, the warship escaped more than a hundred miles away.

"Chasing!" The four monks of the four families were puzzled to see that the white armor actually had foreign aid and escaped. They thought they were not good. Although the mountain gate formation was destroyed, the loss would be great if they attacked. If they could not kill the white armor, the matter would be exposed in advance.

The speed of the Fenglei Battleship was comparable to that of the Infant Realm. These four monks had to abandon the Jiedan monk here, besieging the formations arranged by the chariots, all of which flew up in the air and chased towards the direction where the Fenglei Battleship disappeared.

They were still praying that the warship would have only instantaneous power to explode. If it could continue to fly, it would not take long to reach the mountain gate and could only adopt a second plan.

Bai Jia had a ferocious face and resisted the crazy laughter. He said to Ye Qinglian: "I have to be hurt to look like I am, otherwise the sect leader would not believe me."

"That's very simple," Ye Qinglian said, slapped Bai Jia's chest without warning. The Taoist garment behind the white armor was broken, a pair of flesh and blood spurted out of his mouth, and his internal organs were broken by Ye Qinglian.

"What are you doing!" The monk under Bai Armor and the Master Bai shouted angrily at the same time.

Bai Jia waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's my own injury that has been accumulated over a few years. These are all dead flesh. Just go to the innate qi pool and soak it. Fellow Daoist Ye..."

"This warship was damaged soon and flew a little anxiously, but..."

"Don't worry, the loss is on my body." Bai Jia touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and said viciously.

He was also very distressed when a warship with such a fast flight speed was used to scrap the ship. The losses were counted on him? Ye Qing was strong, and he had to say that.
Chapter completed!