After it is the turn of the Molten Beast to launch a counterattack and gain a wider battle space, it will naturally launch revenge on the human monks.

"I can't do anything to you. Can you do anything to me, a monster?"

Zhuang Youde Niu snorted coldly, his figure flashed and he entered the formation. After a few more flashes, he left the valley.

The spiritual consciousness swept away, and at the inner entrance of the mountain gate, thousands of black heads had gathered there.

Sweeping in other directions, no one saw a monk. If nothing unexpected happened, they would have gathered in the direction of the mountain gate.

Zhuang Youde felt a little relieved when he saw it.

Boom-

The smelting beast is still attacking the formation and will come out soon.

"Fortunately, I have already taken the possibility of going further. Otherwise, even if the soul explodes and dies with you, I will still have to defend the sect's face. Now... for a moment, I have no face in the cultivation world anyway, so I am not afraid of laughing at me."

Zhuang Youde looked back and said to himself with a very bitter expression.

"Acheng, take everyone out!"

Zhuang Youde sent a message to Zhuang Cheng. When Zhuang Cheng heard this, his face darkened and he waved helplessly and decisively.

The brigade of monks came out of the sect silently, all of them looked depressed, just like the Weishan Sect before.

Fortunately, the old fox Zhuang Youde made a quick decision, otherwise I would have been afraid that how many people would die. Now, Jin Hongying and Yue Qingxi were miraculously killed.

...

"Thank you, Master Immortal, for your life-saving grace!"

A neatly thankful voice sounded on the dust.

On the mountain with a very strong air, thirty or forty mortals were kneeling and thanking him in a big week.

The moonlight fell on their faces, and each of them had tears and sadness in their eyes, but their expressions were extremely pious at this moment, and this gratitude came from the heart.

Compared with monks, these weak mortals may understand better gratitude.

Several feet ahead, Fang Jun's eyebrows were covered in blood, standing in the wind.

"A few miles ahead, the nearest city is the one that is quite peaceful. After dawn, you should be able to enter the city. I will send you here and take care of yourself."

As the words fell, the light of escape was born under his feet and headed towards the sky.

"Immortal Master, please leave your name. We will burn incense and pray for you every day."

An old man shouted.

Fang Junmei shook her head and broke through the air.

These mortals were not from the previous mountain village, but from another place, which was located just outside the death highland.

...

After saving this group, there is a death highland ahead, and there are no more mortals.

After this time, Fang Junmei did not delay any longer, and flew towards the Panxin Sword Sect as if she was crazy.
Chapter completed!