Chapter 904 The Storm Was Out of Control, and It Was Captured

"Six suns open the sky!"

A cold drink came from behind, and the entire eye of the storm suddenly turned pale, the sand and gravel turned crimson in the whirl, and the scorching breath dispersed. The twenty-five people all showed shock on their faces.

"Four directions into one!" Although Mo Nansheng was shocked, but still calm, he raised his hand hastily and made a single-handed tactic.

His martial spirit can be absorbed into the square space and belong to the domain. Within a radius of about thirty feet, everything is under my control, and I can do whatever I want.

But this time it was completely different, the soul light trembled in the air, and then suddenly dispersed, as if it was scattered by some rules, no matter how difficult it is to condense!

"Hey! What?!"

Mo Nansheng was taken aback, but now he really panicked.

His martial spirit is always disadvantageous, even if he encounters an even more perverted martial spirit, he can still fight for a while. It is unprecedented, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation where he was scattered just after using it.

In a panic, he lost his opportunity to defend. He hastily slapped his palm behind him. But as soon as he raised his hand, there was a scorching sensation behind his back, the hot skin hurt, and then a terrifying force hit him!

"boom!"

It was like a meteor hitting his body, shooting out countless flames, Mo Nansheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and was blown away directly.

The huge Zhiyang Shenhui exploded in the eye of the storm, turning into circles of flames, rippling around.

The twenty-four people were immediately involved.

The white flames hit the body, although they couldn't cause serious injuries, they immediately disrupted the formation. No matter how difficult it was for the twenty-four people to maintain the storm formation, their hands and feet were thrown into chaos.

The storm that engulfed the sky and the ground became chaotic in an instant from the inside to the outside.

"Damn boy! Kill him!" A high-ranking member of the Chutian Gang was terrified and furious. He didn't care about the formation, so he immediately shot and slapped him away.

After the original formation was disordered, the eye of the storm was also swept into the yellow sand, and the twenty-four people were also attacked by the storm, unable to take care of themselves. But after this person struck out with a palm, a vacuum was created in the formation's eyes, and all the yellow sand was swept away, and there was a shattering sound of landslides and ground cracks under the palm.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to push it too far, he quickly made a tactic with both hands, and at the same time transformed into a barren body, and his cultivation level crossed a level at once. The yellow sand that had been swept away from all sides gathered together again and adsorbed on his body like a piece of armor.

And above the hands, the aura of desolation spread like waves, "Eight desolations return to nothing!"

With one stroke, the mountains and seas are overwhelming, and the bombardment goes up.

"Boom!"

The two moves confronted each other, earth-shattering, layer upon layer of terrifying energy, rushing in all directions, surrounded by the other twenty-three people, not daring to approach.

The sand armor on Yang Qingxuan's body was shattered by the shock, and his whole body turned into a straight line, flew upside down, and pierced out of the storm.

Yang Qingxuan let out a muffled snort, and turned back into a human body. His face was a little pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

"How is it possible?!" The person who made the move was Zhou Bin, the deputy leader of the Chutian Gang, who also had a peak cultivation level in the early stage of the Supreme Heavenly Rank, and he looked shocked and bewildered at the moment.

That palm technique is his strongest technique. He intended to chop Yang Qingxuan to death on the spot, but it only sent him flying and injured him.

The huge storm was caused by Yang Qingxuan, and it immediately collapsed. The twenty-five people inside were trapped in a cocoon, trapped by the power of the storm, unable to get in and out.

"Bang! Bang!—"

A series of figures broke through the passage of the storm and rushed out from inside.

There are two possible outcomes for a huge storm that is out of control. One is to spread outward, which is the best outcome;

"Kill!" A cold voice came from Zhuang Quan's mouth.

Hundreds of warriors, already suffocated, immediately killed those warriors.

As soon as one came out, one was beheaded, and the other people who were nested inside turned pale with fright, and dared not come out.

Seeing the storm dissipate in all directions, hundreds of people were surrounded outside, all of them were murderous, and the remaining ten or so people inside were all in despair.

"Don't do anything yet, we have something to talk about, we have no malicious intentions." Mo Nansheng was involved in the storm after being blown away by Yang Qingxuan, and it took a while for him to stabilize. At this moment, he was terrified and shouted loudly.

"No malice? Are you fucking teasing me?!" Zhao Mingyu frowned and shouted angrily, "Come out and die! Don't think that hiding inside is safe, just live a little longer!"

Mo Nansheng said: "Calm down first, if we risk our lives to blew ourselves up, you will suffer heavy losses. This kind of ending that hurts both sides, everyone doesn't want to see it, right?"

Zhao Mingyu sneered and said, "No, we are very happy to see this kind of ending."

"Hey." All the martial artists around showed cruel grinning voices, determined to tear them to pieces.

Mo Nansheng's expression froze, and the rest of the people were also pale, with despair in their eyes.

Zhao Mingyu asked Wu Ying and Zhuang Quan for instructions: "My lords, this storm is getting weaker, why don't you just rush in and strangle them?"

Wu Ying looked at Zhuang Quan, and everything depended on him. Zhuang Quan frowned slightly, and looked at Yang Qingxuan who was not far away, asking for his opinion.

Although in terms of strength and power, Zhuang Quan deserved to be number one among these people, but Yang Qingxuan's prestige was obviously higher than him, and he was extremely afraid of Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the storm, there were still eleven people left, and said: "Killing them is not the purpose, you can consider letting them go, as long as they can contribute corresponding value."

Wu Ying said: "If you need value, you can directly search for the soul. Letting them go, isn't it too kind?"

Many people also nodded, not in favor of letting people go. Their Yunxiu Palace is in the Black Sea, they run amok, let alone oppose them, even those who kill them, even if someone says a bad word or spits at them, it will be a disaster. There is almost no such thing as this kind of thing that killed many of them and survived.

Seeing Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly, Wu Ying seemed to disapprove of her statement, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly changed her words: "But you are right, killing them is not the purpose, and keeping them alive is not a bad idea."

Wu Ying said loudly: "Get out, I will spare your lives for now!"

Mo Nansheng and the others couldn't believe it, but hesitated for a while.

Zhou Bin whispered: "Go out, anyway, the storm barrier can't protect us, so it shouldn't be lying to us."

The eleven people came out of the storm cautiously, and immediately felt hundreds of murderous gazes, wishing to smash their corpses into thousands of pieces.

Mo Nansheng's face was pale, and he confessed: "Misunderstanding, everyone, a misunderstanding. I didn't know it was you. If you knew, even if you gave me a hundred courage, I wouldn't dare to do it."