The huge mountain shook slightly and suddenly sank, crushing the cave inside and blocking the intersections where they entered and exited.

The low roar made the earth sway for several miles, and the irresistible power made the faces of the people who had just taken it out pale.

Compared with the vast power of nature, even innate masters are as small as ants!

The smoke and dust were rippling in front of him, and Sun Heng and a congenital master who was walking with him, Tian Chuan Yueyang, were standing side by side not far from the mountain to watch.

Yueyang also entered the cave, but he realized something was wrong early and escaped.

In addition to the two, only a few internal energy masters guarding the edge of the cave escaped this disaster.

Everyone else fell into the mountains.

As the mountain collapses and the huge force accumulates, even if the people inside are not weak, there is almost no possibility of escape!

“This was supposed to be a mine before.”

Yue Yang looked at the mountain in front of him with a complicated expression and sighed quietly: "I have guarded mines and the situation inside is similar to that here. However, the mountain has been hollowed out long ago, so it collapses so easily."

"Um."

Sun Heng nodded silently and did not forget to ask: "Brother Yue really didn't see anyone else escape from it?"

"No."

Yue Yang shook his head and said, "What, Brother Sun is looking for someone?"

"No, just ask casually."

Sun Heng shook his head, but remembered that the magic monk seemed to be able to cover his body.

If he casts his spell, it is indeed not easy to be noticed.

"The person is here!"

Yue Yang suddenly spoke, which made Sun Heng come back from his thoughts and look into the sky when he heard the sound.

"So fast?"

Sun Heng's face moved, and he couldn't help looking down at some things around him, his face filled with pain.

"Cry!"

Several cranes emerged in the sky and broke through the sky. Their momentum was like an arrow, and they came over the sky in an instant.

"call……"

The sound of the wind echoed, and several figures had already fallen lightly from a height of 100 meters.

They flew their sleeves one by one, and the breeze wandered, as weak as fallen leaves, as if they were banished from the earth.

The magic of immortals is magical. If it were a warrior, even if he was as strong as Sun Heng, he would be afraid of jumping from such a high place.

Several people landed on the ground, glanced at everyone coldly, and frowned.

"Where is Tongmiao?"

The person who spoke was wearing the costume of the fairy, with a face that looked like a boy, but his white beard and white hair, making it impossible to tell his age.

But the aura that was always in harmony with the world around him all illustrates the strength of the visitor.

This is a monk in the late stage of Qi training!

"Back to senior."

Sun Heng stepped forward and bowed, "We are waiting to encounter the demon demon in the mountain. Although Taoist Master Tongmiao killed his opponent, he was seriously injured and failed to escape from the mountain."

"Um?"

The other party's color was dark, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the surviving people.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

Except for the two innate people present, everyone else could not withstand this terrifying pressure and fell to the ground.

"Tongmiao died, but you escaped?"

The cold voice, with a biting chill, made Sun Heng's flesh tighten, and Yue Yang beside him couldn't help but tremble.

"Former...sen."

Yue Yang spoke with a blue face: "The situation was too dangerous at that time, so we wait... we can't imagine it."

"You still dare to argue!"

A crisp and angry voice came from several practitioners. A young monk waved his hand, and a whip mixed with lightning was already slapped on Yueyang.

The speed of whip shadow was not fast. Although he could dodge, he gritted his teeth and chose to resist.

"Crack..."

"Peng!"

With a muffled groan, Yueyang had already fallen for several meters, and the lightning flashed on his body, and the pain continued.

"What's around you?"

The young man put away his long whip and looked at Sun Heng with a cold eyebrows.

Sun Heng took a deep breath and bowed his hand and said, "It was some spoils I got when I was fighting with others."

"oh!"

The white-haired monk in the field waved his hand expressionlessly, and the strange stone stick of the Demon Sect monk next to Sun Heng had already fallen into his palm.

"Magic tools..."

His mouth moved slightly and looked at Sun Heng with a smile: "Is it your spoil?"

"Of course not."

Sun Heng shook his head lightly and said, "If there is no help from others, you will naturally not be able to get these things."

"It's pretty honest!"

The man nodded slightly, as if he was easy-going, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and burst out with anger. A strong wind pushed Sun Heng back more than ten meters and hit a huge tree.

"You can bring these things out! You can't bring out people?"

The roar echoed, rolling up endless fallen leaves, which also made everyone present feel cold and their bodies trembled almost uncontrollably.

"puff!"

Sun Heng hit the big tree, his face turned pale, and suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

A small hole was smashed into his back by Lihuo Gouyu, and the scorching fire continued to rage in his body.

Later, he was shot by the magic monks and stabbed his body, and was also hit by the aftermath of the thunder magic. He was seriously injured.

This is the pressure of human momentum, and the aura is stimulating, and immediately it cannot suppress the injuries in the body, causing the reverse blood to surge.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Sun Heng's spirit was instantly depressed, but the qi and blood that were stirred in his body were calmed down.

"snort!"

Seeing that Sun Heng was so tired, he snorted coldly and slightly restrained the chill in his eyes.

"Bring it!"

With his hand stretched out, an invisible force had entangled Sun Heng's body, like tentacles, he snatched Sun Heng's body, and flew towards the monk with one thing one by one.

The flying thing included talisman paper, jade, magic tools, and bottles of evil pills.

That was Sun Heng's spoil.

“…”

The white-haired monk glanced at the front of him and raised his eyes, holding up three bronze lamps: "Yuehuo? Why are there only three?"

Sun Heng lowered his head and spoke in a silence: "The other three are broken."

"pity!"

The monk's face looked very regretful. It seemed that this thing was extremely precious. Even when facing the stick-shaped magic weapon, he did not show such an expression.

"senior!"

Sun Heng rolled his throat, took two steps forward slowly, and bowed and said, "If you practice the evil body below, can you get the evil pill..."

"Um!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold and solemn hum.

The monk's eyes were full of inspiration and his face was cold, staring at Sun Heng and said, "You are not doing well, and the several practitioners who have caused the Dharma to fall into this mountain. Do you want to keep the spoils alone?"

"Um?"

The dull sound, with a strong pressure, fell on his body again, which also made Sun Heng's body shaking and shaking.

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Yun."

Among the monks, a Taoist priest holding a whisk shook his head and chuckled: "Don't be angry, it's useless to ask for evil pills. What's wrong with leaving him a few bottles?"
To be continued...