He staggered and fell to the ground, rushed to Wan Xing, and cried out, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"Withdraw what?"

"We're going to retreat! We're no match for Lin Jinglong!"

Indeed, Lin Jinglong had successfully refined the Heavenly Dao Record at this time. He had emerged from seclusion and helped Zhao Qimen defeat the four newly arrived elders.

Lian Feixiao was the only one who escaped.

The remaining three elders, whom he abandoned, were still embroiled in a fierce battle and were unable to escape.

Wan Xing's expression was gloomy.

He growled, "What nonsense are you spouting? Just because you can't beat Lin Jinglong doesn't mean we can't beat him!"

"Impossible! We can't defeat Lin Jinglong. He's already the new Lin Wudi. If we stay here, we're doomed. Only someone of Shenxiao's caliber is qualified to be his opponent!"

Lian Feixiao said while spitting out blood.

The elders from the other three major sects came over and roared, "What about our sect elders? Have you already betrayed them?!"

Lian Feixiao remained silent amidst their questioning.

Sell ​​them?

It's not really true, he just runs a little faster.

Just as the elders of the major sects were all shocked and furious.

Finally, someone appeared in the cave. Lin Jinglong, holding a human head in his hand, said with a smile, "This head belongs to Xuanqing Temple. There are two more over here."

Zhao Qimen also threw out the severed head he was holding.

He said with a smug and mocking expression, "The two ninth-level elders of the Tianxia Sect and the Wanshen Sect are both dead. Their heads are returned to you!"