Chapter 1777

The wrath of evil gods is all over the sky, and the dense milky white swords exude terrible power. This power is like the wrath of heaven. In front of this angry power, even immortals feel their own smallness.

The power of the evil sect led by Qiao fan made every genius despair.

In desperation, many geniuses couldn't help but display their secret skills. Some turned into blood mist and some turned into a breeze and flew out of the valley.

The wrath of evil gods pierced the sky, and the huge power even the space became extremely unstable.

LAN jing'er also tightened her mana. It's better to fight with a secret method than to stand and wait for death.

"Bang!" the disciples of Erlong mountain just disappeared and reappeared at the edge of the valley. Then they turned into pieces of flesh and blood and dissipated in the sky without even a cold hum.

Except that Li Guiyuan could escape with the help of the secret method of Jinxian level talisman, others were killed by the wrath of evil gods.

For a time, the thick smell of blood spread in the sky, deeply stimulating LAN jing'er and the remaining Erlong mountain disciples.

The magic power of LAN jing'er's Secret Dharma was recovered from her body, and then she began to use defensive magic weapons with her fellow disciples to firmly protect the group.

The sword of evil god falls on the defense magic weapon like raindrops, and everyone's magic power is rapidly consumed. The defense magic weapon of gold fairy is not easy to be damaged, but everyone's magic power will be exhausted in a short time.

"Elixir!" Lan jing'er shouted. She took the lead in swallowing a elixir to restore her mana. The rest of them completely followed suit and swallowed the elixir to restore her mana.

This is a complete struggle of life and death. No one can see hope. The dense sword of evil gods is really terrible, and there are too many people on the other side. No matter how hard they fight for consumption or combat power, they can't see the hope of living.

A disciple of Erlong mountain said fiercely, "Damn it, if Li Guiyuan hadn't been selfish, we wouldn't have been so passive."

For super forces like Shenshan, the cards in their hands are naturally very strong. They are no worse than Song Fei's rain dew sword. If they have such a treasure in hand, although they don't think they will win, they have the power to fight.

Complete despair and having the power of a product are two completely different concepts. People don't hate Qiao fan. After all, both sides are great enemies of life and death. It's not too much to use any means, but they itch Li Guiyuan's teeth.

Under the defense magic weapon, everyone clenched their teeth, and their faces became extremely distorted.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a goatee, the oldest of the Erlong mountain disciples, shouted, "listen to me!"

Everyone looked at him with an inexplicable face.

The middle-aged man bit his teeth and said, "we can die, but we didn't have to die, did we? It was Li Guiyuan who hurt us. Do you want revenge?"

The people's dark eyes suddenly brightened: "elder martial brother Du, we listen to you, you say, we do."

"Yes, I'm going to die anyway. If we can bury that bastard Li Guiyuan, we can do anything."

"OK!" the middle-aged man said, "I have a jade slip here. Each of you should input your own image and put what you told your grandmaster into it."

Jade slips can record their images and their voices, just like videos.

Then, everyone enters what they want to say.

"The master is on the top. Li Guiyuan fled without fighting and abandoned us. He trapped us and died. Please learn from him."

"The master is on the. We are in a desperate situation because Li Guiyuan escaped with Hun Yuanzhu. Please preside over justice."

Faces filled with righteous indignation, expressions of fear and painful words were all recorded in the jade slips.

Later, the jade slips were passed to LAN jing'er. When LAN jing'er was about to speak, he was stopped by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said, "younger martial sister LAN, take the jade slips with you."

"Me?" Lan jing'er's expression moved, and her eyes swept through many desperate faces.

"Yes, it's you. You are the youngest and have practiced the ultimate skill. Your words will make the ancestor pay more attention to it. More importantly, after we go out, we don't know whether we can go out alive, but you are different. I know your relationship with Yue Tianyu. You just need to find him. If you are protected by him, you can go out alive."

Later, the middle-aged man turned to other humanitarians: "if the rest of us go out, we can only be sheltered by other Xianshan disciples. You should know how those people relate to Li Guiyuan. Sooner or later, they will die in the hands of Li Guiyuan. Brothers, if you believe me, we will jointly tear a hole and send sister LAN out."

"Elder martial brother is right. We'll all die anyway. Instead of letting Li Guiyuan go unpunished, we'd better fight to get justice for ourselves."

"Elder martial brother Du, tell me, let's do it."

"OK!" elder martial brother Du said loudly, "let's work together to open a gap at the mouth of the valley. Kill!"

"Kill!" the crowd shouted loudly. Finally they gave up their defense and blasted all their strength to the mouth of the valley.

At the mouth of the valley, the dense sword rain was one of the stagnation, and then was blown out of a huge gap. In order to maintain this gap, people still need to consume mana continuously.

"Younger martial sister LAN, let's go. Don't let us die in peace."

LAN jing'er nodded silently in tears. At this time, the slightest hesitation will make everyone's efforts wasted.

Blue jing'er turned into a water light and suddenly disappeared. Looking at the dissipated blue light, everyone showed a happy smile.

Then, the anger of the evil god broke the defensive immortal Qi and blew on everyone. The bodies of these carefully selected disciples of Erlong mountain were quietly vaporized.

Everyone looked at the direction where LAN jing'er disappeared and quietly closed their eyes.

On a plain, there were ripples in the space. LAN jing'er fell out of the space and directly fell to the ground. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and dyed the green grass below.

LAN jing'er's mind and spirit are severely damaged by using the secret method. At the moment, he is deeply hurt physically and mentally, and his mana is exhausted. Let alone use the secret method again, even ordinary battles are difficult.

Enduring the huge injuries on the body and soul, looking at the direction of the valley, LAN jing'er whispered, "don't worry, as long as your little sister is still alive, she will get justice for you."

Turning back from the valley, LAN jing'er walked forward, but suddenly hit a man.

The other party has a sunny smile and long blond hair. At the moment, he looks at LAN jing'er with a smile and says, "younger martial sister LAN, I'm in such a hurry to go. It seems that my brother doesn't have a way to treat guests."

Qiao fan, the culprit who killed the Erlong mountain disciple, looked at him. LAN jing'er's face changed like a basin of cold water poured on his head. A cold air spread all over his body, and a heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, resulting in deep despair.