Hundreds of monks slowly gathered around the sunken sand dune.
All the Jindan-stage cultivators flew through the air, while the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stage cultivators stayed around, desperately trying to find a chance to seize the treasure. Initially, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were restraining each other, but later, with the addition of Yan Su, it became a three-way competition.
The stalemate lasted for half a day, and three direct descendants of the eight great families who were in the late Jindan stage came, and Fairy Minghua, the eldest sister of the Feihua Sect who was in the late Jindan stage, also came here.
There are a total of six late Jindan cultivators, plus Luo Jianqing!
The seven people looked at each other warily, and no one was willing to move first.
In this way, the seven forces and hundreds of independent cultivators were deadlocked in this sand dune for three full days.
On the morning of the third day, the blood-colored fruit suddenly moved slightly, then flew towards Mo Qiu and fell into his arms! Mo Qiu seemed to be prepared. He took the blood-colored fruit and turned around and ran.
Luo Jianqing was closest to Mo Qiu. Seeing this, he immediately drew his sword and chased after him, stopping him before Mo Qiu left the sand dune.
The next moment, countless spiritual attacks came straight towards the red-clothed Mo Qiu.
"The Ghost Axe of Creation!"
"Baihuayin!"
"White Snow Dustless Gun!"
"Heavenly Phoenix Divine Jade Kill!"
"Cloud-piercing and sun-breaking arrow!"
Suddenly realizing so many attacks coming towards Mo Qiu, Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed. After just a second of hesitation, he abruptly changed direction and charged towards the five late Jindan cultivators with his sword drawn.
"Seize Spring and Autumn!"
"Seize the Dharma!"
"One sword turns into nine lotuses!"
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