Chapter 1638: Three shameless sects

But as soon as Yuan Ying made a move, he was caught by a monk.
"Let me go, everything in the storage ring is yours."
Yuan Ying was pinched in his hand by the monk, and the beast cultivator's eyes finally showed a touch of fear, and there was even a trace of pleading in his eyes.
But the monk was unmoved, he smiled coldly, and in the expression of despair on the beast cultivator's face, he smashed the beast cultivator's Yuan Ying with the weapon in his hand.
"Kill you, the storage ring is still mine."
The monk sneered, picked up the storage ring from the ground, and showed a cold smile in his eyes.
Seeing that the storage ring of the beast cultivator was acquired by others, the middle-aged cultivator's eyes showed a dark look. He stared at the cultivator sullenly and said, "Hand over the storage ring!"
Hearing this, the other party just smiled coldly: "Something is in my hands. If you have the ability, come and take it."
The middle-aged monk was furious, roared, and attacked the opponent.
"Kill this group of people and take back the relics!"
The others also launched an attack. Whoever has a relic must die.
The scene is very chaotic and very cruel.
The melee is about to start!
Soon, except for the three major sects, almost all the martial artists of San Xiu blushed, and in their eyes, only Slaughter was left.
Of course, not all the casual cultivators have joined the melee. Zhang Yifeng, who was in the crowd, did not act like other people, because he could feel that leaving the three major sects aside, even among those casual cultivators, There were also many people whose cultivation bases surpassed him, and he couldn't cope with them now.
And most importantly, in his opinion, even if he gets relics from those casual practitioners, the people of the three major sects will never let him leave, and even bring him a murderous calamity.
Therefore, he did not do anything, but watched all this with cold eyes.
The monks who had received the blood bodhi before began to fall in the melee, but not many people paid attention to their fall, because at this moment everyone's attention was robbing the relics.
On the contrary, no one cares about the storage rings of these fallen monks, which is cheaper than Zhang Yifeng.
At this moment, the Sanxiu who Zhang Yifeng had been paying attention to also died in the melee. Zhang Yifeng quietly picked up the storage ring of Sanxiu, with a smile on his mouth, and finally got the elixir of Blood Bodhi.
Picking up the storage ring, Zhang Yifeng left the melee zone again.
The battle continues!
As time went by, more and more people died, but the monks not only did not stop, but began to fight more violently as if they were red eyes.
The screams, wailing, and curses are endless!
There are corpses on the ground, blood has already stained the ground, under the golden reflection, here is like a on earth.
Finally, the slaughter gradually died down, and more than half of the monks died in the fight just now, and at this moment, apart from the more than ten monks who were not involved in the battle, only eight were left. The relic is in the hands of these eight people.
In other words, hundreds of close to a thousand people entered the nine-story stupa, but fewer than 30 people are still alive at the moment!
Even Xiong Da, who had previously clashed with Zhang Yifeng in Wuyun Town, died in the battle just now.
This is the world of the cultivator. If you want treasure, you have to grab it with your life.
At this time, the battle was over, and the eight monks who finally won the relics, walked towards the exit without hesitation.
They want to leave here as soon as possible.
But how is it possible to go?
The disciples of the three sects who hadn't moved for a long time blocked their way for the first time.
"Why, do you plan to leave like this?"
Master Yimei walked up to the eight monks and asked with a smile on his face.
Seeing Master Yimei, the expressions of the eight cultivators all changed. One of the cultivators who was slightly injured took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "We are leaving here. Please make it easy for Master Yimei."
When Master Yimei heard this, the smile on his face became even worse. He said lightly: "You are going to leave, it is naturally possible, but before leaving, leave the relic."
Hearing the words of Master Yimei, the monk changed his expression and said in a deep voice, "We exchanged our lives for the relics. Master Yimei, you let us keep the relics. What's the difference between that and killing us? "
The monk's words fell, and the other seven people also stared at Master Yimei with an angry look. If it weren't for the huge difference in strength between the two sides, they would have done it now.
Master Yimei’s smile faded in an instant, and he coldly said,
It’s better to lose your life than to lose the relic. I will give you three breaths of time to consider. If you don’t leave the relic, even if I’m good to talk, I’ll be crazy. Zong's Long Shisan and Jingshui Zong's Miaoshui are not as easy to talk as I am."
Hearing the words of Master Yimei, everyone looked a little ugly. At this moment, they finally reacted and deeply understood how stupid their previous behavior was!
No matter which of them got the relics, they ended up making wedding dresses for the three sects, but they were still a little unwilling to let them hand over the relics.
"Go, rush out!"
The monk gritted his teeth, a flash of madness flashed across his expression, running his whole spiritual power, and rushing towards the direction of the exit.
The other people saw this and were about to act, but at this moment, a white light flashed in front of them, and a large sword flew past the monk who was about to run to the exit at an alarming speed.
"what!"
The long knife is very fast, almost in an instant, it inserted into the back of the monk, and brought a piece of blood.
The monk screamed, and his body fell softly to the ground less than one meter away from the exit, his eyes gradually lost his spirit.
The body was destroyed, Yuan Ying appeared, and he was about to flee without hesitation. At this moment, several beams of light suddenly lit up around him, restricting Yuan Ying's movements.
At the next moment, Yuan Ying let out a harsh scream.
"This is... Lian Ying Formation!"
Looking at this formation, Zhang Yifeng's eyes showed a touch of shock.
He had seen in Tianjizi that the Lianying Formation was a seven-level formation, but it was an evil formation.
As the name suggests, this is a formation used to refine the Nascent Soul. This formation is used to refine the Nascent Soul of a monk into pure spiritual fluid for the formation of the formation to absorb. The formation.
He did not expect that as the elder of the Zhengdao Sect God Rune Sect, Master Yimei would actually know this formation!
This formation is precisely arranged by Yimei.
Trapped by the Lian Ying Formation, the monk’s Yuan Ying screamed. Amidst everyone’s horrified expressions, his Yuan Ying kept shrinking. In the end, it disappeared and turned into a milky white ball. Spirit fluid.