The same is true for He Yu on the side, after he sacrificed the golden-red Shenglongfang seal, the whole person changed, and his cultivation was also visible to the naked eye.

The corner of the eye of the old man surnamed Sun, who had been concentrating on playing the bone flute, flashed with horror on his face after witnessing all this.

At this moment, his heart trembled, and he knew that something was wrong.

But looking at the situation on the field, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Because, under the current situation, all the Ning Yuan Stage monks on the field have disappeared, except for Fang Yan.

The monks in the foundation building period are also less than half.

At this moment, there are only a few monks in the foundation building period, and a group of Hongguang period monks, as well as Jindan period monks and a few Yuanrong period monks, except for Fang Yan, who seems to be a Condensing Yuan period monk on the surface, but is actually a monk of the foundation building period, and a group of Hongguang period monks, as well as a Jindan period monk and a few Yuanrong period monks.

Although he didn't know why, Fang Yan was able to survive with the cultivation of the Ning Yuan Period until now, but the old Dao surnamed Sun knew that as long as he continued to play, not only Fang Yan, but also the rest of the monks present would sooner or later be sacrificed by blood, which would become a stepping stone for him to subdue the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

But obviously, the old man surnamed Sun can't get his wish.

At this moment, He Yu and Zhen Xue suddenly rushed towards the place where the old man surnamed Sun was.

Just a few feet away, for the two of them, it was less than an instant.

The two people who were originally very afraid of Lao Dao surnamed Sun playing the bone flute, at this moment, the expressions on their faces no longer had the slightest fear, and they came to the side of Lao Dao surnamed Sun.

The muscles of the old man surnamed Sun were tense, but he was reluctant to stop playing, as if he had some kind of faith, so that he could not consider his own safety at all, and even if he was desperate, he wanted to subdue the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

At this moment, the wisest thing to do for the old man surnamed Sun is to give up immediately and run away immediately. With his ghost cultivation body, he might be able to escape from the hands of the two Xuanxuan period monks.

After all, what these two obviously wanted to do most was to subdue the Fire Dragon Secret Realm, and they didn't have much effort to pay attention to the old man surnamed Sun.

The old man surnamed Sun took advantage of this matter, and he could really have a chance of escaping.

However, the old man surnamed Sun did not mean to stop playing at all.

Because of this, the monks of the foundation building period on the field, in the continuous sound of the bone flute, disappeared in this way, and became a new resentful spirit on the bone flute.

At this moment, Fang Yan only felt a sudden increase in pressure coming towards him, to be honest, with the cultivation of the foundation building period, he had not been sacrificed by blood until now, which was already very remarkable.

However, the continuous, continuous sound of the bone flute continued, and the power would skyrocket, and more and more black mist resentful spirits reached out and kept pulling Fang Yan, trying to erode her body and make her one of them.

At this moment, Fang Yan's body was at its peak, and even his limbs began to be cold and numb, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Because of these powerful resentments in her heart, she couldn't think, but she only vaguely knew that as long as she persevered, a little longer and longer, she would definitely wait until the return of the shattered sun, and then she would definitely be able to get out of this situation.

He Yu and Zhen Xue were already standing expressionlessly in front of Lao Dao surnamed Sun at this moment, their eyes were red, and under the connection of their fingers, Lao Dao's body surnamed Sun suddenly shook, and then the notes in the bone flute in their hands were sluggish again.

Then, I saw He Yu take out a wooden box covered in pitch black, and in his other hand he held a huge golden-red seal.

Zhen Xue pinched the trick in her hand, and kept exerting means on the old man surnamed Sun in front of her.

Then, I saw that the body of the old man surnamed Sun was sluggish, and the bone flute in his hand slipped out of his hand because of this, and smashed towards the ground like this.

When He saw this, after raising his palm, the golden red magic seal shone at the bone flute, and then at the pitch-black box in his other hand.

The bone flute immediately felt as if it had received some kind of summons, and headed for the pitch-black wooden box.

At this time, without the protection of the bone flute, he was easily put in place by Zhen Xue and lost all his ability to act.

Just when Zhen Xue breathed a sigh of relief, and He Yu's face gradually relaxed, he didn't want to suddenly a brown bowl rose out of thin air, and intercepted the bone flute that wanted to fly into the wooden box with lightning speed.

"Boom"!

With a muffled sound, the bone flute was enveloped in the bowl.

At this moment, because he hadn't heard the sound of the bone flute for a while, Fang Yan's feeling of being on the verge of collapse gradually faded a lot.

Compared with her, those monks who had cultivated more advanced gradually regained their ability to act at this moment, and they all watched this scene in shock.

Fang Yan and Liu Xiuqi saw that this bowl was very familiar, and they immediately thought of Uncle Zhao.

This bowl should be Uncle Zhao's.

Seeing this, Fang Yan and Liu Xiuqi were horrified, they didn't expect that such a strange bone flute, something that even the two Tongxuan period monks couldn't directly touch, was cut off by Uncle Zhao in this way.

The first to react to this change were naturally He Yu and Zhen Xue, the two of them had ugly faces at the moment, and they were looking around with their divine senses, hoping to find the owner of the bowl.

At the same time, the two of them did not stop in their hands, and they used their mana one after another, wanting to intercept the bowl.

Although for them, the bone flute of the Lingtan Tapir is an existence that they do not want to touch, but this thing is so precious, and there are already a lot of sacrifices on it, so they naturally don't want to lose it.

After all, these sacrifices would also play a crucial role in their subsequent subjugation of the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

Although the exercises of Wuxiang Temple were naturally restrained by their exercises, the owner of the bowl, Uncle Zhao Sanshu, was only a Yuan Infant monk after all, and no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't resist the joint attack of the two Tongxuan monks, and the bowl actually stopped, and he couldn't escape at all.

Seeing this, the figure of Third Uncle Zhao finally appeared from near the bowl and grasped the brown bowl.

"Go!"

When He saw this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on his face, and he suddenly sacrificed a golden flying sword, and slashed straight at Third Uncle Zhao like this.

Zhen Xue also held a fan in her hand and gently fanned it at Uncle Zhao.

Suddenly, the imposing golden sword of the flying sword, and the invisible evil wind emitted from the fan, just like this, came towards Uncle Zhao's head and face.

When the two of them acted, Uncle Zhao's already tense body did not hesitate at all, and turned into a cloud of rainbow light and flew into the bowl.

It was also because of this that the sword qi and the evil wind were all in the air, and they only forced the bowl to retreat to a place dozens of zhang away.

Fang Yan and Liu Xiuqi, as well as the remaining monks, all looked at this scene in shock, and they were extremely shocked that Third Uncle Zhao was able to escape with the joint efforts of the two Tongxuan monks.

Just when Fang Yan thought that the two Tongxuan monks would chase after the bowl, he found that the footsteps of the two people suddenly stopped about ten zhang away from the bowl.