C41 (2/2)

At that moment, the surrounding mountains began to blow their horns. The Pope immediately stopped and was about to enter the Black Tortoise City of the Azure Province. However, behind him, in a place where the mountains met the sky, all the people of the Azure Province stood up.

As the mist dissipated, the Nether Cult leader's group became clearer. However, this team didn't have many people, and after coming out, they were all elites. Moreover, they weren't easy to mess with. Sect Leader reined in his horse and looked around, clearly feeling the overwhelming advantage of popularity. This was something he had never thought of before.

Thus, he stopped and asked, ”Kid, how many soldiers do you actually have with me?”

”It's more than enough to kill you.” Jun Lin Yue leisurely spoke. And on the mountaintop, it was precisely the team led by Zhao Lin and the team led by Sun Qi.

At this time, the Sect Leader seemed to have been provoked. He pointed his staff at the ground and the two of them were suddenly followed by red, red mountains and rivers, rain drops, and trees.

Upon seeing this, Jun Linyue felt as though he had entered a foreign world. Beneath his feet was soft sand, and there was also a winding road in front of him. The end of this path was none other than the Sect Leader himself. However, the further they walked, the further away the person was from them. Jun Linyue seemed to have drank too much. He felt that he was unsteady and his feet were rustling.

After walking for a long time, he was exhausted and had finally reached the end. However, the person in front of him had disappeared. Instead, a white wall had appeared, thin and suffused with light.

Jun Lin Yue didn't know what was going on, but the fatigue in his heart grew increasingly stronger. He only wanted to sink into a deep sleep. But he knew that no matter what, he couldn't sleep. Suddenly, a flash appeared in front of his eyes. It was still black mist. The person standing in front of him was still the head of the Unholy Church.

Chi You's spirit blood started to stir within Jun Lanyue's body. As he began to control his mind, he firmly held on to the ground and abruptly struggled out of the illusory world.

He looked at the Hierarch of the Nether Sect again. At this moment, blood was already flowing out of his nose. In the match just now, it was obvious that the Nether Cult Master had lost to Jun Linyue. This was a silent battle. But next, it was the true blades that were facing each other.

Since Jun Lin Yue wasn't willing to delay any longer, he ordered the people around him to attack. At the same time, the tornado in Xiao Yun's palm started to shrink violently under the strong power of the mystical arts, with himself as the center. The few men behind the sect leader all sought cover to avoid the attacks. However, the surrounding hills of the Azure Province's border city had no cover at all.

At this moment, another wave of fighting figures appeared in the distance. A green flag was fluttering in the air. It was the symbol of Qingzhou. Besides the He Prefecture Generals, there was nothing else that could help them so quickly.

The He Province's general meridians let out a long roar that shook the heavens and shook the earth. The Nether Sect had already felt the signal to retreat. Jun Linyue strode forward. The Venerate Heaven Dragon's team had surrounded several hundred of the Nether Cult's followers in a besieging formation. ”Roar!” ”Roar!” ”Roar!” ”Roar!” ”Roar!” ”” Roar! ”” ”Roar!” ”” Roar! ”” ”Roar!” ”” ”” ”” ”” … … … ”

The High Priestess saw that she was surrounded, so she put her hands together and sent her staff flying into the air. The air around her started to spin, and a dozen or so beastmen of all shapes and sizes started to fiercely rush in all directions. This was clearly a monster, not a war.

At first, they only thought of the Nether Sect as a rebel and attacked them, but now, it seems that they were just a motley crowd. I don't know if I'll die from sickness after absorbing their blood.

With this thought in mind, he grabbed onto a Ghost sect disciple with thick makeup like a lizard. That person ran away in fright, but was still controlled by Jun Linyue.

The High Priestess was currently floating in the air, her hands still clasped together, motionless.