"I'm so busy." The noise came in from outside the stone wall.

More than a dozen Temple guards, with a solemn face, pushed a heavy Lingshi gun slowly into the corridor.

One of them picked up five fist sized stones and put them into the pipe.

The long corridor was shocked by the explosion.

In the middle of the corridor, Miyan Shengzi stands with a handsome face, and the sleeves of his robes fly up without wind.

I saw him circle a holy power with one hand and suppress the shell of Lingshi in the air.

As the naked eye saw, the dazzling round ball of light suddenly stopped.

In the confrontation with the holy power of the Holy Son of Miyan, there was a slight sound.

The temple Lord snorted coldly, opened his hands and roared at his mouth, "the praying arm is the chariot, seeking the way of death!"

In his roar, the corridor seemed to tremble.

Suddenly, a stream of groundwater broke through the ground and rolled up, attacking the chest of Miyan.

"You are a little spiritual environment, and dare to shout and scold in front of this seat. Let you know today what it means to have someone outside of us and to have a day outside of us! Ha ha ha ha ha! "

The head of the temple master is full of gorgeous hair, and his eyes are full of blood red light. His facial features also show an abnormal sense of distortion.

"Bang!" The surging water smashed against a defensive shield encircled by Miyan Shengzi.

But for a moment.

The shield of Miyan's son was completely broken by the power of the water spirit.

The peak power of xianzunjing makes people feel how small everything in the world is. All things are ants in front of him.

"Poof." The whole man of Miyan son fell back and went out.

Mo Lian and Tan Chen jumped up at the same time, reached for his back figure, and pulled him to stand still.

Then he saw that the current in front of him turned into the shape of countless sharp claws and swept and grabbed them at full speed.

At this time, the small face paralysis group has fled to the middle part of the corridor, only to feel the ground shaking very much. During the running, their bodies follow the mountain wall shaking, and feel that there are sand and stones falling from the top of their heads from time to time.

The tree kept looking back at the back of the corridor, but did not see the three figures of ink lotus, so he was not flustered.

"Joe Joe, don't worry. They'll come." The broken moon comforted me in a low voice.

The little guy has a small expressionless face, and he has no reason to worry.

A few people ran to the turnstile and walked around to find that the corridor was going uphill.

All the people rushed towards the exit, afraid to stop for a moment.

The arbor had some anxiety in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face until she looked back again and saw that the corners of the two men's clothes were shaking around the corner, which made her slightly relieved.

A small hand wipe, a set of transmission array has fallen into her hands.

"Come here."

Now her ground level transmission array can transmit a hundred miles at most.

But to be honest, the distance of 100 Li is just a small place for a immortal to kill in minutes.

Therefore, the small face paralysis has never moved this set of Rune array.

And the limited number of people in this transmission array cannot exceed 20.

Naturally, there are more than twenty of them.

At the critical moment, I can't care too much. In the face of Chen Baojia, I can only frown and put Qi Xuanxuan and others into the storage talisman first.

There are only five people left: situ Yi, duanmuqing, dark flower, Yushu and Xingchen.