The huge insect roared at the formation, and the sound waves came one after another, and layers of energy ripples appeared on the formation barrier.
"Human! Let me out!"
A rough sound came from the giant insect's mouth.
The surviving Jindan cultivators in the formation also climbed up from the ground, gathered together with their backs to each other, and guarded against the murderous intentions that often appeared in the killing formation.
Gro's eyes were gloomy. If possible, he would definitely want to cut Shen Qing into pieces.
As soon as Shen Qing raised the Saint Executioner in his hand, under the gaze of the foreign cultivators, the tip of the pen dropped again, and the surrounding terrain rose instantly.
Gro and his group were suddenly shocked and looked around.
I saw that the energy runes around the original killing formation were evolving from their original slow rotation to an increasingly rapid speed.
The light around them was so dazzling that they had to squint their eyes to barely see the figure standing outside the formation.
"Human! Let us out! Otherwise you will regret it!"
As the Saint Zhu fell, the sky in the formation suddenly darkened.
The moment the gathered Meteorite Flame monks looked up at the sky, their pupils almost shrank into a thin line.
Countless ice cones flashing with cold light and fireballs emitting cold air are gathering more and more in the sky.
"Let us out! Ah!"
The foreign monks with weaker cultivation base couldn't help but panic and wanted to struggle to escape. Instinctively seeking survival, they disobeyed the orders of Gro and his men.
The formation suddenly became chaotic.
Fireballs and ice cones fell, and Gro's eyes were filled with blood.
"Follow my command, attack this broken formation! I don't believe today that with so many high-level Jindan cultivators like us, we can't defeat a Jindan early stage cultivator like her! It's just a formation! One force can defeat ten skills. If we can't break it, then we'll shatter it violently!"
The sound carried by energy seemed to have a certain rhythm, which gradually calmed down some panicked Meteorite Flame monks. As for those tribesmen who were still panicked, almost losing their minds, and rushing around recklessly, Gro no longer cared about them.
A group of high-level Jindan-level Great Perfection Meteorite Flame monks rushed towards a point in the formation to kill.
Aim straight there and let the ice cones and fireballs fall on them.
One falls and another takes over.
The screams and fighting inside and outside the formation made the scene look even more tragic.
Some foreign monks outside heard the sound from inside the formation and subconsciously moved closer to the formation, wanting to obey the command of the high-level leader.
One after another, they crashed into the barrier of the formation.
The thumping sound was mixed with a teeth-grinding shriek.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt fire, which was disgusting.
Seeing the foreign cultivators so fearless and charging forward one after another, the Jindan cultivators who came from Pankong Realm couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Fellow Daoist! Do you need our help?"
"That's right! If this formation requires spirit stones or something, we have them! Fellow Daoist, what do you think? As long as we can kill more foreign cultivators! Even if I spend all the spirit stones I've accumulated over the years, it will be worth it!"
"Let's all work together to prevent the foreign cultivators outside from getting close to the formation! Those high-level Jindan foreign cultivators are trapped in the formation! As long as we kill those high-level cultivators, more of our companions outside will survive!"
"Don't be afraid, everyone. We must unite as one. If one Jindan Early Stage cultivator can't handle it, then two or three Jindan Early Stage cultivators can handle it! Don't be afraid, don't let one person or one individual fight alone! Fighting against foreign cultivators is the duty of every cultivator in our Pankong Realm!"
"Kill! Even if I die at this exchange meeting today, I will fight my way out! These cultivators from the Meteorite Flame Realm have destroyed their own homes! Now they want to harm us! There is no such good thing in this world. They have taken all the benefits!"
"If we give in today, and if these guys succeed, then it will be the beginning of catastrophe for my Pankong Realm!"
"Behind us is the Pankong Realm, our home! We must fight our way out today! If we don't continue the war today, our descendants will have to fight it tomorrow! We are tough! We don't need those younger generations to carry the burden! Kill!"
It was unusually quiet inside the hall.
The Pankong Realm is not just the Tianfeng Continent, it has many high-level continents, mid-level continents, and low-level continents.
Not every continent has abundant spiritual power, and not everyone can practice Taoism.
The living environment on some continents is harsh, and monks live more for the sake of survival and changing their destiny.
They have also experienced war, chaos, and hunger and cold.
They all came here after going through untold hardships and countless sacrifices at the exchange meeting between people from all walks of life.
For many high-level and mid-level continents, the prizes of the exchange meeting are an honor, and something they can be proud of in front of others.
But for them, those prizes, even if it was just a tiny pill or a manual of inherited skills, were the hopes of countless people! That was life!
So how can they allow others to trample on and destroy what they have worked so hard to protect, cherish and care for!
If you want to destroy it, you have to step over their corpses first!
Looking at the monks fighting bloody battles and falling one after another, it seemed as if something was breaking out of the ground.
Bei Chenyuan's eyebrows felt slightly hot, and he couldn't help but touch his eyebrows.
After practicing to this level, ascending to become an immortal is no longer out of reach.
However, his cultivation over the years has been like that of many elders of Wenxu Peak, progressing slowly or even stagnating.
Is it really because the cultivation techniques are incomplete? Is it really because it is difficult for high-level cultivators to advance?
He didn’t know…
Looking at those monks who were blood-thirsty and rushing forward without caring about their lives, he suddenly felt confused for a moment.
Xu Yanchang's hands tightly grasped the armrest of the seat.
To be honest, he was shocked.
After years of cultivating immortals, he had witnessed many fights, most of which were the fights between cultivators for treasures, the fights between sworn enemies for grudges, and the struggles between sects, forces and families for profit...
Some battles were even larger than today's, with countless monks falling, and even entire continents being annihilated by powerful beings.
There has never been a time when no monks have fallen.
But the low is...
After seeing it so many times, you will naturally get used to it.
But today's exchange meeting has brought together countless cultivators from the Pankong Realm. They have different backgrounds, experiences, and desires.
At the exchange meeting, they were even more opposed to each other because of their interests.
But at this moment, they have the same goal, which is the monks from the Meteorite Flame Realm.
Who is willing to rush forward at the risk of his life?
But now they are willing!
How old is the oldest person in the exchange conference? How young is the youngest person?
Xu Yanchang suddenly thought of the yellowed books in the sect. Just a few words, could it be that they were left behind by so many people?
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