Even those ninth-level people who gathered around him felt a trace of danger.

At this moment, Lu Ye felt like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"Is he going to blow himself up?" Someone asked in surprise. Surrounded by so many monks from Wanmo Ridge, not to mention that Lu Ye is a third-level realm, even if it is really a ninth-level realm, he can't escape. cut off.

Ordinary monks naturally don't have the means to explode themselves, but Lu Yiye, as a spirit pattern master, who knows what strange abilities he has.

It has to be said that there are quite a few people who have such suspicions, mainly because Lu Ye's current state is too abnormal.

But if he really wanted to blew himself up, he could have acted long ago, so why not reveal it?

"He is gaining momentum!" Someone exclaimed, "He wants to drag people to be buried with him!"

A single word awakened the dreamer, and the expressions of many ninth-level realms became terrified, and the monks from Wanmo Ridge gathered outside were even more frightened, and they all backed away.

The more dangerous the aura on Lu Ye's body, the more powerful it will be when he explodes himself. He has been gathering momentum and has not acted for a long time. Obviously, he wants to raise the power of the explosion to a limit. There are so many monks from Wanmo Ridge present. At that time, it will definitely drag some people to their backs.

"wishful thinking!"

As Wei Que said so, he rushed to Lu Ye in a few steps, kicked Lu Ye directly, and yelled, "Hit him up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of many Wanmo Ridge cultivators lit up, and they all thought this was a good idea.

Lu Yiye wanted to bury some people with the power of self-detonation, so he just needed to hit him into the air. Once he was in the air, even if he blew himself up, it would be difficult to pose any threat to others.

Someone kicked out again, kicking Lu Ye's figure into the sky. Immediately afterwards, streams of light from the imperial weapon flew up and bombarded Lu Ye continuously.

Lu Ye's figure shrouded in golden light fluttered in mid-air, rising steadily, and was soon hit to a position tens of feet in the sky.

Whenever his figure was about to fall, there would always be an imperial weapon attacking with precision, knocking him into the air again.

Looking around, Lu Ye's figure was rising and falling in mid-air, like a leaf swaying in the wind.

He was dizzy for a while, but with the protection of the golden body order, he was not afraid of being injured, so he simply closed his eyes and continued to swallow the elixir to restore his spiritual power.

Twenty miles away, Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan were quietly dormant, and the movement here reached their ears. Li Baxian saw Lu Ye's miserable state at a glance, and immediately clenched his fists. Gritting his teeth tightly, his eyes turned blood red.

Seeing his junior brother suffer such humiliation, he is helpless, how sad and indignant he feels.

He and Feng Yuechan have already contacted some people, and they are all dormant nearby at the moment, but the number is still not enough. If they act rashly at this time, not only will they not be able to rescue Lu Ye, but they will also be in trouble, so if they don't have enough savings No one dared to act rashly, even if he was angry and unwilling, he could only continue to endure and contact helpers.

Suddenly a figure passed by them, the person came sneakily, and the fluctuation of spiritual power showed that this person only had the cultivation base of the second layer of Yunhe.

This kind of cultivation is very rare in the current hunting grounds, because after so many days, those first and second-level monks have basically been killed. Unless they are protected by strong people, it is difficult to survive in the hunting grounds.

This person who cultivated at the second level of Yunhe, but survived alone, is undoubtedly a ghost cultivator.

Only ghost cultivators have such abilities.

When passing by Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan, the ghost shadow disappeared and continued to move forward for more than ten miles. When he looked up, he saw a figure in a state of embarrassment, rising and falling in mid-air.

After staring blankly for a while, Ghost Shadow sighed inwardly. It must be Lu Yiye. Although the other party was wearing a ghost face mask and couldn't see his face clearly, his figure was the same as in his memory, so he could basically confirm it.

Moreover, there are so many powerful people gathered here in Wanmo Ridge, so it is unlikely that even Lu Yiye's identity will be mistaken.

It's a pity, a majestic overlord of Lingxi, in the battlefield of Lingxi, wanted wind to win wind, rain to win rain, and many Wanmo Ridge sects who were suppressed by his own strength could not lift their heads. All the sects of Wanmo Ridge were trembling, but now that they had to suffer such a cruel humiliation, even if they were in the opposing camp, Gui Ying couldn't help but feel sad.

Therefore, it is better not to be too popular in life, otherwise it is easy to die young. JrNovels.com