First Summoner

Everyone looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw a white-haired, elegant old man standing on the void. He was wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind. Both of his hands were controlling the source of the spiritual line. His face was cold, and he exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

It’s daunting.

This is? !

At this time, there were thousands of people jumping out from underground.

Among them, a white-haired old woman moved and appeared in front of Zhuge Youlin in a blink of an eye. Seeing Zhuge Youlin's miserable condition, she frowned and her old face was full of anger. She quickly took out a life-saving pill and fed it into Zhuge Youlin's mouth.

"Auntie... Auntie..."

Zhuge Youlin called out in a trembling voice, he smiled, his mouth full of blood.

"How dare you laugh?!" The old woman gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't help but raise her hand to slap Zhuge Youlin, but she was worried about hurting him, so she reduced the strength in her hand a lot, and the action was more like gently stroking his cheek.

"The Three Links Organization in the Western Region?"

Xiahou Duan recognized him immediately and his eyes changed slightly. He looked at the white-haired old man who controlled the spiritual thread in shock. He could feel the strong and powerful spiritual power from him.

Even comparable to the ancestor Xiahou Fuwei!

As soon as he finished speaking, countless spiritual lines came towards him from all directions, leaving him with no escape.

Xiahou Duan swung his sword and slashed.

boom!

He was unable to cut the opponent's spiritual thread, and just when he was extremely surprised, he felt pain in every part of his body. The spiritual thread had cut into his skin and was still going deeper.

"Ahhhhh..." Xiahou Duan screamed in pain.

If he continues like this, he will definitely die!

Suddenly, the white-haired old man gave an order in a deep voice: "Kill them for me."

As soon as the words came out, all the people in the Santong Organization immediately entered combat mode. They responded loudly, then waved their weapons and killed the people from the Guiyuan Alliance!

At the same time, the white-haired old man glanced at the dying Zhuge Youlin, a look of heartache flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes turned cold, and his five fingers suddenly retracted.

"Ahhh-"

Xiahou Duan screamed miserably because the spiritual thread was about to penetrate deep into his body. His face turned pale with pain and he immediately shouted for help: "Ancestor, save me! Save me quickly!"

The founder of the Santong organization is so powerful!

He is no match for him!

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Fuwei slapped the Shura team back with one palm, then his figure flashed, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed at those spiritual lines fiercely!

Only the sound of "sizzling" was heard continuously, and countless spiritual threads were cut off.

But what no one expected was that these severed spiritual threads suddenly bounced up in an instant and rushed towards the crowd of Guiyuan Alliance like lightning.

As a burst of shrill and terrified screams rang out, countless heads rolled down and blood splattered everywhere.

As a result, hundreds of people from the Guiyuan Alliance died.

Everyone at the Central Domain College had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and they looked at the founder of the Santong Organization with horror.

This is too strong!

Xiahou Fuwei's face suddenly darkened. He glanced at the white-haired old man and called out his name: "Shanqi, it's been... a long time!"

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

He added: "No wonder this kid can also control the spirit line, it turns out you taught him."

Shan Qi smiled, but it made people shudder: "Xiahou Fuwei, you should have known it a long time ago, right? In this world, besides me, Shan Qi, who else can control the spirit line? You already knew that he is my successor."

"This is my only successor. If you want to kill him, you'll be asking for my life!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point and tensions mounted.

The spiritual line has come out and attacked Xiahou Fuwei!

Xiahou Fuwei immediately raised his sword to resist, his face gloomy. He did guess that the red-haired boy was Shan Qi's successor, but he did not expect that Shan Qi would come out again for him.

If he had known this would happen, he would have captured this guy first and then used him to threaten Shan Qi.

The two started fighting.

The battle was extremely fierce. Since Shan Qi was good at long-range combat and Xiahou Fuwei was good at close combat, Xiahou Fuwei wanted to break through the siege and get close to Shan Qi, but Shan Qi's spiritual lines, which were like layers upon layers, prevented Xiahou Fuwei from getting close for a while.

At this moment, not only people in this area knew the founder of the Santong Organization, but even people far away in other headquarters knew it.

The people in Tianmen and Reincarnation Heaven were overjoyed.

They have support!

At the same time, several members of the Shura team were exhausted, as if they were holding on to their last breath, and then all of a sudden, they fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Chi Yue, who was the least injured, jumped down and quickly rushed to their side. He took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his storage ring and fed them all the healing pills.

The boy squatted beside them, observing their situation carefully, with the seedlings above his head fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Xianyue's voice was weak. She asked, "Will we win?"

Yu Changying pulled the corner of his bloodstained mouth, feeling extremely weak, "We have support, we will definitely win."

"Zhuge Youlin is still of some use." After Xiao Zechuan finished speaking, he began to cough violently. More and more blood flowed out of his mouth, and his face became paler and paler.

Pei Su's voice was very low, with a little sob, like the sound of the wind blowing gently, "Thank you."

Shen Yan forced herself to sit up, her dark eyes fell on Pei Su, and said, "From now on, you will fight for us."

Pei Su raised his eyes and met her gaze. If there was a future...

"Most definitely."

He promised.

"It's not in vain." Yu Changying joked.

Suddenly, a powerful aura approached them rapidly. Upon closer inspection, it was Zhu Yan. It was coming for Shen Yan. To be precise, it was coming for Shen Yan's contracted beast Bai Ze.

Their hearts, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again.

Chi Yue noticed it keenly, his eyes darkened, he quickly gathered his spiritual power and built several vine walls to resist Zhu Yan's attack. However, they were easily shattered by Zhu Yan's punch, and "boom boom boom" sounds were heard.

Zhu Yan is here!

Shen Yan's bloody hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, and she wanted to stand up and fight, but she was too weak to stand up and staggered a few times.

At the critical moment, Dean Xu Ze suddenly appeared and condensed a defensive barrier to block Zhu Yan's punch for them.

"Dean?!" Everyone at Central Domain College's face changed when they saw this.

Zhu Yan's power was too strong, and Dean Xu Ze could no longer hold on. He immediately said to Shen Yan and the others in a deep voice, "Go! Leave here!"

Shen Yan and the others were shocked.

They never thought that Dean Xu Ze would come to their rescue.

Seeing this, Chi Yue quickly controlled the vines, rolled up Shen Yan and the others, and wanted to take them away.