Ten people held each other's wrists in a circle. Wen Jing closed his eyes, and a strong light covered their bodies.

Suddenly, his five senses disappeared, and he felt like vomiting in his stomach. There was a whistling sound in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he felt that he was constantly rolling. After a while, the touch on his hand was the first to return. He could faintly hear people's screams and the sound of weapons colliding, but it was as if he was covered by a quilt and could not hear clearly.

Unexpectedly, his body fell down suddenly.

Wen Jing's arms were pulled tight, and the two people beside him flew in different directions, almost tearing him apart. He made a prompt decision, loosened his left hand, and held the right hand tightly.

The screams around him suddenly became clear and rang in his ears, and Wen Jing fell to the ground. His head hit the stone hard, and he felt a sharp pain. Then, a heavy body hit him mercilessly.

Wen Jing's stomach shook violently, as if it was crushed, and he was in excruciating pain.

He Ling's cold voice came from above: "Why are you holding me for?"

Wen Jing turned around and let go of his hand: "Sorry, I'm nervous, Second Senior Brother."

He Ling has a high martial arts value, and holding him is the easiest way to save his life.

Several spiritual energies flew like blades, and were easily dispersed by He Ling.

"You get out." He Ling said coldly, and immediately rushed into the melee.

"Yes!" Wen Jing stood up.

He Ling spoke concisely, meaning: Go out, find a safe place to hide, don't stay here and cause trouble.

The surroundings were in chaos, more than a dozen people had bloodshot eyes like possessed demons, fighting desperately without distinguishing between friend and foe, spiritual energy and magic weapons flying everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will get hurt.

With his seventh-level Qi training, he definitely can't be brave, so it's better to leave first.

Just as he was about to escape, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind, and a warm arm hugged Wen Jing in his arms, with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, holding him and rushing out of the melee at a very fast speed.

Wen Jing stared at him intently.

"Jun, Jun Senior Brother, you, I--"

Where's the heroine? !

In an instant, they had flown about twenty feet away. Jun Yanzhi put him down, lowered his head to check his forehead, and pursed his lips.

Wen Jing was dizzy.

He had planned everything and deliberately held He Ling as a life-saving amulet. He had taken good care of himself and didn't need others to worry about him, so how could something go wrong?

Wen Jing looked at the people in the melee, but it was a mess and he couldn't see anything clearly: Where's the heroine? Where's the heroine? Don't tell me she's dead!

Anxious, Wen Jing took a step forward to rush over.

Jun Yanzhi held him back: "Stand here and don't move. I'll go save people."

As he spoke, his figure flew away quickly like a green shadow.

…

"Chen Xueying, the eighth master of Shuiyue Palace, brought dozens of disciples to the trial, but for some reason they lost their minds and started killing each other. A dozen of them fled with injuries, and lost their minds in front of the ancient formation at the entrance, and finally started killing with red eyes. Wangyue Peak was the first to enter, caught off guard, and was the first to bear the brunt, suffering heavy losses."