Everyone knows that monks in the Qinglian Fairyland never practice martial arts.

They devoted their entire lives to refining medicine.

This led to thousands of Qinglian cultivators on the field, and their highest strength was this senior sister in the late stage of the Divine Realm.

They didn't even have some magic weapons to attack and save their lives.

The so-called cultivation is just to better temper the body, keep the body pure, and make better spiritual medicines.

Now, facing the desperate situation of the impending extermination of the clan, these monks stood up one after another and looked at the sealed heaven and earth, filled with determination.

The wind is whistling and the water is cold.

The cultivators of the Qinglian Fairyland who were weak in strength wiped away their tears, turned around and walked into the crowd, and began to persuade everyone to leave the fairyland, but they had no intention of following everyone.

This scene made many people watch it enthusiastically.

But with the enemy in front of him, rationality finally defeated sentiment.

Under the roar of major forces and the Sect Master of the Fairyland, a large number of monks began to choose to escape from here as soon as possible.

They were still lucky in their hearts, after all, these sect leaders were innate!

Standing at the pinnacle of power in this world.

Even if there will be some trouble, it will not be as serious as death.

Tens of thousands of people began to evacuate.

And the battle in the sealed world has entered a white heat.

Although the old man of Wangu broke his arm, he stood in the late stage of the innate stage. With the help of Mr. Jian, the two top powerhouses of the world took action at the same time. For a moment, they actually shook the pressure of the spiritual power storm.

The sword energy and terrifying spiritual power in the sky were raging, and they absorbed all the lightning and lightning that was knocked down, and turned it into their own use, constantly bombarding the thunder clouds, consuming its strength.

"I didn't expect that the two innate venerables could actually fight against Thunder Cloud."

A hint of surprise appeared in Wenren Mu Xue's eyes.

But after thinking about it, the storm and thunder tribulation has passed ten thousand years. During this ten thousand years, countless monks and powerful monks have been studying how to deal with it so as not to happen again.

Ten thousand years have passed, and I believe these people, especially those who have reached the level of the ancient people, will definitely learn more about the storm and thunder tribulation and be more confident in their hearts.

"But what should Lu Fan do?"

Ji Ruyun's beautiful eyes were full of worry and was extremely concerned about Lu Fan's safety: "Now, there are seven innate venerables, a demon god, and a spiritual storm in the sealed world. With our realm, we may be directly suppressed to ashes just by approaching the edge."

"We can't get into this battlefield."

Wenren Mu Xue took a deep breath: "If even Lu Fan can't stand it, we will only be in vain when we go."

"He can handle it."

Dongfang Yanran's voice suddenly rang.

She has never spoken again since the world changed.

Her whole body and mind were always focused on sealing the world, and her ten fingers were tightly clasped together, as if she had lost her mind.

"How do you know?"

Ji Ruyun almost blurted out.

After all, in this environment, let alone Lu Fan, even the innate venerables inside could not say with certainty that they would definitely be able to come out alive.

Dongfang Yanran's red lips moved and was about to speak.

"boom!"

An extremely terrifying explosion sounded loudly in the sealed world.

The shock sound was so loud that the whole earth trembled!

Those monks who were running away and caught off guard fell down in pieces.

They vomited blood, raised their heads with a pale face, and looked behind them.

Then, this is the glance.
Chapter completed!