Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Mo Qiu Shuang's eyes darkened. She naturally knew this, but if she didn't kill the Qingming Jiao quickly, her formation might not last long.

The Lingtian Sect's skills and techniques are very diverse, and naturally there are extremely powerful killing methods. She can kill the Qingming Jiao alone, but doing so will consume a lot of spiritual power. If someone takes the opportunity to snatch it away, she will be in a passive position.

Moreover, her methods mostly rely on the power of magic weapons and formations, and the killing range is large. If you want to ensure that the materials are intact, it may be difficult to do so.

"The Qingming Jiao's body is extremely strong, comparable to that of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. If it is ordinary magic power, it will probably be difficult to hurt it." Mo Qiu Shuang said helplessly.

"If one wants to kill the creature quickly without damaging the material, I'm afraid only a sword cultivator with extremely strong lethality can do it."

As she spoke, she took the opportunity to look at Du Yucheng.

At the moment, among all the people here, only Du Yucheng poses the greatest threat. If he can make him attack with all his strength, and when his sword power is exhausted, he can take away the body of the Qingming Jiao, and naturally no one will be able to fight for it.

Hearing this, everyone else also thought of something and looked in the direction of the Sword Sect.

Liu Hanyue bit her lip and looked at Jiang Han without saying anything. She knew that now was not the most appropriate time. No matter what she said now, Jiang Han would reject her.

It's not just her, the four of them are like this. As for the others, Lingyunshan has gone to an unknown place and has never shown up. The Yin-Yang Sect has just suffered a great loss, and the Lingfu Palace has not spoken a word from beginning to end. No one knows what they are planning.

People from other families, out of fear, did not dare to ask the Sword Sect to do such a thing.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence in the field.

Fortunately, this strange silence did not last long. Suddenly, the Qingming Jiao, which was tangled like a dumpling, used its old trick again. Its body suddenly grew larger, trying to reveal its original form in order to burst the formation.

At the same time, rays of green light burst out from the gaps between the silk threads, causing the power of heaven and earth to surge, and strong winds quickly blew everywhere.

Mo Qiu Shuang, who was originally calm, suddenly changed his expression the moment he saw the strong winds, and quickly retreated with everyone from Lingtian Sect.

"Be careful, it's a storm of laws!"

She spoke in a very loud voice, as if to remind everyone.

Unfortunately, it was still too late.

"Boom——!"

With a loud bang, countless wind-attributed forces gushed out from the gaps in the silk threads with overwhelming force. Wherever they passed, the silk threads were torn into pieces, and the formation was broken in an instant.

Once the formation was broken, the violent laws were no longer suppressed by anything, and the force of the explosion became even stronger, rapidly rushing towards everyone!

The speed was so fast that some monks who were unable to react in time were torn to pieces after only a moment of resistance.

"Not good, quickly use all your strength to maintain the formation. The power of the storm of laws is comparable to the self-detonation of a Nascent Soul cultivator. If the formation is broken, we will surely die!"

For a moment, the faces of the monks from various sects changed drastically. They dared not hide anything anymore and took out their most valuable treasures and placed them in front of the formation. Then they tried their best to send spiritual power to the formation to maintain its strength.

The storm surged, and the extremely hard rock wall was instantly smashed into countless pieces. The space here became thousands of feet in size in the blink of an eye.

In addition, everyone's spiritual consciousness was obscured by the storm and could not leave the body at all. Many cultivators became blind for a while and could only see the scenes within their own formations and could no longer peek into the outside world.

Only Jiang Han was not affected at all.

It was just the outbreak of the law of wind. He raised his hand and waved it, and a green wind barrier appeared out of thin air, enveloping all the people from the Sword Sect and the Shui Family.

All the strong winds that rushed in, after a moment of stalemate, turned into the power of laws and were absorbed by the barrier, thereby strengthening itself.

He can easily deal with this low-level wind law if there are not many of them.

But blocking this wave of law storm is not the end of the story. At this moment, the Qingming Jiao trapped in the formation has escaped. The most difficult thing next is how to snatch all the treasures on its body.

He used his spiritual consciousness to merge into the strong wind. The chaotic storm could not have any effect on him. His eyes were always fixed on the movements of the Qingming Jiao.

Soon, a small figure appeared in the middle of the storm. After giving instructions to the others, he quietly moved over.

In the center of the storm, the Qingming Jiao staggered out.

Its eyes were full of weakness, and there were many wounds on its body, which were caused by the silk threads. In addition, the green scales that contained spiritual light had also dimmed a lot.

When it broke the formation just now, it had used all its remaining spiritual power to detonate the storm of laws, and there was very little spiritual power left in its body.

It can be said that it is now at the end of its strength and can only rely on its physical body to kill the enemy.

Qingming Jiao carefully scanned the surroundings and saw that everyone was busy defending against the impact of the laws. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shrank to five feet in size. He hid behind a pile of rubble, chose an empty direction, and rushed quickly towards the darkness around him.

"These humans are truly shameless. They actually gathered so many people to kill me!"

"Wait another month until the Black Nether Flower is fully mature. After I refine and devour it, I will be able to completely transform from a dragon into a supreme true dragon in the Spiritual Transformation Stage!"

"By then, everyone who comes here today will die!"

It flew carefully close to the ground, its body swaying, and its speed was surprisingly not slow. It could travel nearly a hundred miles in one breath. The howling wind around it was its best cover.

It didn't finally breathe a sigh of relief until it had escaped for thousands of miles and didn't even know where it was.

"It should be almost there. I've spent a thousand years in this underground maze and still haven't reached the exit. If I hide here, they shouldn't be able to find me."

The Qingming Jiao slowed down, slowly stopped and leaned against the wall to rest.

It was already seriously injured and had run so far, it was already at the end of its strength.

But just as it lay on the ground and was about to rest, a voice suddenly sounded in its ears.

"Why don't you run away? The Law Storm is almost over. You're hiding so close, aren't you afraid of being discovered by them?"

"who!"

Qingming Jiao's heart, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up. He quickly stood up and looked in the direction he came from vigilantly.

When the law storm broke out, the energy of heaven and earth in the space was in chaos. Not to mention that the spiritual consciousness could not leave the body, even the vision would be blocked by the spiritual light, and it would be impossible to see beyond three meters.

Logically, no one should have noticed it when it left. Even if there was any trace of it left behind, it would have been torn apart by the strong wind.

How powerful can one catch up with it in such a situation?

Qingming Jiao felt dry mouth and tongue, and felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.

Just as it was secretly panicking, footsteps came closer and closer, and a young figure finally appeared at the end of its sight.

He held a thunder sword in his right hand, his robe fluttering as he slowly walked out from the strong wind.

The strong wind stopped.

Jiang Han stopped with his sword in hand and looked at the dragon with blood-red eyes.