"What should we do?"

No one dared to speak.

Just when they were hesitating, Yun Xiaoyue, Dugu Qingyi and the other immortal cultivators came over and surrounded them.

Although their number is smaller than that of Gumen, they are full of fighting spirit and their morale is also very high.

They carried weapons and looked coldly at the immortal cultivators of the ancient gate without saying a word.

But the meaning is self-evident. If one minute is up and he does not destroy his Dantian, they will follow Chen Hetu and swarm up.

"Fifty seconds left!"

Chen Hetu said indifferently.

The immortal cultivators in the ancient sect didn't dare to say a word, and no one had the confidence to withstand Chen Hetu's sword. Moreover, they didn't want to die.

"If I destroy my Dantian, can you let me go?"

Suddenly, someone asked.

Chen Hetu glanced at the speaker, who was a person at the first level of the Great Power Realm.

He nodded and said: "As long as anyone destroys his Dantian, he can leave!"

"I hope you mean what you say!"

After the man said this, he mobilized his spiritual energy into his palms, and then hit his Dantian directly with his backhand.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

He endured the pain of broken Dantian, gritted his teeth and said to Chen Hetu, "Can I leave now?"

"Can!"

Chen Hetu nodded.

The first person to destroy his Dantian turned around and staggered away.

After he walked ten meters, he saw that no one was chasing him, so he covered his pubic area with one hand and ran quickly towards the end of the street.

When the immortal cultivators from the ancient sect saw that Chen Hetu had really let that person go, they became even more hesitant.

Chen Hetu said: "Now, there are still the last thirty seconds!"

Upon hearing these words, all the immortal cultivators in the ancient sect panicked.

"boom!"

Another immortal cultivator gathered spiritual energy in his palm and hit his Dantian directly.

"Poof!" After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he turned around and left.

Chen Hetu still didn't stop him.

He really didn't lie to them. As long as they destroyed their Dantian, he would no longer pursue them for their evil deeds in the ancient sect.

Immediately afterwards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

More and more immortal cultivators destroyed their Dantian, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, turned around and left with pale faces.

In this short period of time, about thirty immortal cultivators from ancient sects destroyed their Dantian.

All of a sudden, there was constant wailing here!

Just at this time.

Another cultivator slapped his own Dantian with a palm, spit out a mouthful of blood, turned around and staggered away.

Before leaving, he deliberately wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"brush!"

Chen Hetu moved.

He used his physical skills to come directly in front of the immortal cultivator and blocked his path.

The immortal cultivator glanced at Chen Hetu and was not surprised. Instead, he said angrily: "I've already destroyed my Dantian. Why do you still stop me? Are you going to talk without keeping your word?"

Chen Hetu shook his head and said with an indifferent look: "Of course I keep my word. Anyone who destroys his Dantian can leave!"

"Then why did you stop me?"

"Don't you have any idea in your mind?"

Chen Hetu drew out the Dragon Song Sword and said indifferently.
Chapter completed!