Call.

A blazing hurricane blows, dust rises from the sky, flutters and falls into the distance, and fine grains of sand are faintly visible in the sand pit below.

The bottom of the swirling sand pit is constantly devouring the surrounding sand grains.

"The disciples of Luoyunjian listened to the order and shot with all their might, blasting this sand hole open."

Lu Chenghui indifferently swept across the sand pit and flicked his sleeves.

"No."

Suddenly, more than thirty monks in similar costumes who occupied one side of the deck responded in unison.

Then I saw them fly up, and suddenly they formed several identical formations, and in the midst of the glow, a majestic force flashed, and the humming hurricane drifted away.

I saw that the magic weapons held by these monks were actually divided into several types, which were obviously used to cooperate with this great array.

This scene fell in Wang Mo's eyes, and he was surprised when he landed, and he praised the extraordinary foundation of this falling cloud stream, even if it was in the Xuanling Sect, he had never seen such a formation.

But looking at the aura exuded by these thirty or so monks who formed a formation, even if they were Nirvana Realm monks, they were definitely dead and lifeless, and the strong people in the middle of the Nirvana Realm had a chance to escape, and they never wanted to face it.

As he looked around, the monks around him watched intently, with different expressions, admiration, shock, and fear.

Hum Long.

It only lasted for a few breaths, and the dozens of god-transforming monks who kept pinching the trick suddenly drank in unison, and all the magic weapons in their hands flew out, and with a bang, they turned into a giant trident with the size of dozens of zhang in the void.

"Fall."

The trident shone brightly, and the void was stirred, and the bottom of the vortex stabbed straight down.

At the same time, there was a sudden dust storm in the whirlpool below, as if something was sensing the movement of the outside world.

But in an instant, the trident descended, slammed into it, boomed, and with a loud bang, and even took its contents, and before it could scream, it was drowned in smoke.

The violent hurricane stirred up, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the chaotic and violent vitality rioted in it, even if Wang Mo had exceeded the divine consciousness of the early stage of the Nirvana Realm, he felt that he could not snoop on, let alone those cultivators of the Transformation God Realm.

The monks who were snooping on the monks didn't have time to withdraw their consciousness, some snorted, some screamed, and more turned pale with fear.

"Kill."

Lu Chenghui waved his sleeves, and the majestic pressure flashed when he landed, and the glow was agitated, and the smoke and dust in the sky dissipated when he landed, revealing a huge hole the size of a hundred zhang below.

In the dark depths of the earth, there is a faint stream of scarlet light, which is chilling.

As its shouts erupted, the Avatar Monk took the lead in descending, like a streamer, constantly covering the more and more red rays that came down.

"Gong Daoyou, Long Daoyou, please."

Lu Chenghui slowly turned around and looked at the four Nirvana Realm powerhouses of the two sects.

"Let's go."

The four of them glanced at each other, and without much hesitation, they added up their retreats, and fled with a bang, and after a while, they did not enter the monks of the Avatars.

"Then there is Senior Brother Lin staring, if he falls here, it just saves us a lot of hands, if it is not that person, we can only blame him for his bad life, let's go down, remember the route after going underground."

Lu Chenghui swept over everyone with a faint face.

"Senior Brother Lu, don't worry, I'll understand."

When everyone heard this, they had already made an agreement, and they would not destroy the plan.

In a short time, the original dazzling field was once again left with only a hurricane howling, and the sky was full of dust, except for a huge dark hole below.

......

"Is this the Silk Soul Spider, a fierce beast that lives by devouring the flesh and blood of living souls."

Looking at the size of the grinding disc in front of him, the eight sharp claws, the length of the foot and the soul spider emitting dark red blood in the dark body, Wang Mo's brows couldn't help frowning.

It is rumored that once the silk soul spider becomes the climate, it will invade the Terran towns on a large scale.

The soul spider in front of him that exudes a fierce aura is not much different from the legendary threaded soul spider.

Because, in the legend, Mu Yun Spirit Domain was slaughtered by fierce beasts several times, and this silk soul spider had reached at least the seventh order.

He casually waved out a touch of earthy yellow qi, just like ordinary mana, but with a trace of sharp aura, and scattered these soul spiders that were only about the third to fourth order, and put away one of the dark red blood beads, and then pounced on the rest of the soul spiders.

In the open underground, soul spiders are constantly pouring in from all directions, shouting and screaming, mixed with killing intent and fierce aura, and the streamers are continuous, making this place like a ghost.

The Silk Soul Spider has three major magical powers: Soul Thread Silk, Soul Destroying Light, and Soul Melting Liquid, each of which has great damage to the Divine Soul.

In the stenching cave, the cultivators continued to kill the soul spiders that could be seen everywhere, and rushed straight to the bottom of the spider's nest.

Along the way, even if one or two fifth-order soul spiders rushed out, they were all surrounded and killed by the joint efforts of all cultivators.

As time passed, only half an hour later, the crowd had descended I don't know how deep, and gradually there were swarms of soul spiders in front of them and behind them.

Wang Mo, who was mixed in the crowd, frowned.

Because the number of these soul spiders is too much, it can be said that there are as many as cow hair, but looking at the cultivators, there is no surprise at all. Wang Mo feels that he is too careful, because he has never seen a group of fierce beasts.

Wang Mo himself didn't know how many soul spiders he had killed, but most of them couldn't withstand his blows, so they were crushed.

Flesh and blood crumbs kept falling.Wang Mo secretly said that it was a pity.If he was there.,He could sacrifice the blood-clothed nine ghosts.Devour all the fierce beasts here.。

But at this time, there are so many monks in one place, and there are more than a dozen Nirvana Realm powerhouses, he doesn't dare to take risks, you know, he is the strongest person, he has a faint feeling that the other party has the cultivation of the late stage of Nirvana Realm.

Even if it is the rest of the Nirvana Realm powerhouses, most of them are in the middle stage of the Nirvana Realm, and there are only four people in the early stage of the Nirvana Realm.

Thundered.

Suddenly, just after Wang Mo slashed a few fourth-order soul spiders that screamed and pounced, there was a loud sound in the cave.

"Have you taken the self-detonation offensive?"

Feeling the breath inside, Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, and there was no big surprise.

But when they encounter an invincible enemy, they will resort to this suicidal attack in exchange for the other party's injuries until they are forced to retreat.

Hiss.

A sharp hiss like the symphony of gold and iron began to loom, and the faint power had reached the fifth order, and it could be seen that it was extremely close to the spider's nest underground.

"Kill."

There was a loud shout from the front.I don't know which monk killed the rise.Suddenly rushed into the spider swarm.Set off a monstrous killing intent.But in the face of the continuous swarms of spiders.It seems a little insignificant.

"It's here."

After killing the little one for half an hour again, the large army of cultivators finally rushed into an extremely wide, plain-like place.

In the ears, most of them were sharp teeth, groping for sand and gravel, and hissing, and in the constant rumbling sound, the glow swept into the cultivators, and they were all shocked by the vast scene of the earth.

"It's not good, if there are really only more than 100 fifth-order soul spiders, it is impossible for so many fourth-order soul spiders to appear."

Wang Mo, who was hidden in the crowd, swept around with a furrowed brow, and the dim underground, with his eyesight, could not see the edge at a glance, and it was enough to see the vastness of this place.

At the same time, being in the depths of the earth brings a sense of oppression, even if it is a divine sense, it can only be explored a hundred miles away, and it is not the same as that above the ground.

Hiss.

Just as the cultivators were looking at the dense soul spiders that could be seen below, in the hole they rushed out, there were suddenly a few screams of soul spiders with fifth-order coercion again.

Then I heard more hissing, not far away, the hiss above the cave wall, and the more and more they gathered, and the more they reverberated back and forth, and they reverberated like a magic sound.

"Where are the people who fell into the clouds?"

Wang Mo swept over the cultivators who had changed color slightly, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized that there were dozens of cultivators who had not fallen in the first place.

"Exit and go."

Gong Ziqing, the powerhouse of the two Nirvana Realms, who was leading the cultivators into this huge hollow place, swept around with a slightly gloomy face, and wanted to control the retreat and beckoned everyone to leave.

Roar.

But at this moment, there were a few howls like the roar of a beast, and the aura mixed in them surpassed the cultivators of the Avatars, and there were as many as seven or eight paths.

The furious and ferocious aura poured into the cavern, and the direction it came from, even the Avatar monks could perceive it, and it was behind everyone.

Obviously, these hordes didn't just know how to fight and devour, as they thought, but led them all the way into the ground, and then set up an ambush, with the idea of leaving them all here.

Thundered.

At the moment when the cultivators began to retreat, the entire cave began to tremble violently.

These underground boulders, though extremely heavy and terrifyingly descending, were of no significance to these god-shifting monks.

But what frightened them was the moment the boulder fell, the swarm of spiders that poured in like a tide of smoke and dust.

From the third order to the lower level, it is densely packed, it can be said that there is no end in sight, and the number of breaths envelops all the cultivators.

"Defend in batches.Kill out."

Seeing this situation, even those Nirvana Realm powerhouses also changed color, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons in unison.

Obviously, they saw that these soul spiders were going to consume their mana with low-level soul spiders, and in the end, let those high-level soul spiders devour them.

The cultivators already felt bad at this time, where did they dare to say anything else, and they all sacrificed their defensive treasures without hesitation.

But under the shadow of the strange rocks and the constant influx of hideous soul spiders, the light and shadow flickered, but it was really as terrifying as resisting.

I saw that the outer monks formed a defensive formation in a circle with great tacit understanding at this moment, and the monks inside were hurrying magic weapons, spells, and even various spells of different colors to kill the spider swarm.

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