A quarter of an hour later, the magic spell began to be implemented. Bai Nuonuo hid behind everyone and silently watched them set up the magic array to take action.

The flower protector of this cluster of bone flowers is a cassava spirit. It is hurt and roars, causing the sound waves to ripple.

"This cassava spirit uses sound wave transmission as a means of attack, be careful!"

Qi Hengli took the lead in picking up the sword and moved forward. He injected most of his spiritual power into it, overwhelming the cassava spirit.

Two fists cannot match four hands, even though the cassava spirit, who has not been able to match for a long time, is at a disadvantage at this moment.

"It's now!" Mu Han shouted loudly, used his sword move, broke through the protective barrier of the cassava spirit, and took the three bone flowers into his hand.

"Please be careful! [World Immortals Alliance Cultivation Team] has obtained three bone flowers and will accumulate three points..."

“Repeat…”

“Repeat again…”

The broadcast voice circled invisibly and the disciples of the Wanxian Alliance, led by Qi Hengli, breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the distance between the outer disciples was a little closer, otherwise the gap would be too big, and the inner disciples could not match the outer disciples. Wouldn’t it be a joke if they were spread?

Just as everyone was smiling, a disciple fell straight to the ground, his limbs were stiff. When others touched his breath, he had already died for a long time.

Who is it? Who took action while executing the mantra?

Several people suddenly became panicked. They formed a circle with each other and raised the sword in their hands to protect themselves in fear.

As a senior brother, Qi Hengli led his junior brothers and sisters to form a team to train, and he was responsible for what happened.

He was fiddling with the disciple's body, with no obvious scars on the surface and no symptoms of accidental suffocation.

If that's the case, it's probably...

Qi Hengli was surprised and puzzled. He put a trace of spiritual power into his fingertips to explore the disciple's dantian.

The dantian was exhausted and shrank, and there was no spiritual energy left in the meridians of the body. This was the spiritual power that was sucked and stolen by someone alive.

"Protect the corpse of this junior brother immediately. Use the accompanying jade slip to notify all the real people watching the game and inspect the photo stone to find the murderer!"

Qi Hengli was calm when dealing with things, and his surprise was soon covered up and instead directed others to do the aftermath.

This group of people needs a backbone.

He met his junior brother Mu Han's eyes, and the ever-changing changes in his eyes had already revealed who was the murderer.

Just now, everyone was busy fighting against the Flower Guardian, and there was only one person who could take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

But what is her motivation for doing this?

If you dare to start the battle openly in the hundred-story competition with the pictures and stones everywhere, you must be sure that you will not leave any clues.

Qi Hengli and Mu Han lowered their eyelashes, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Ah..." The agile girl screamed in surprise and confusion: "Senior Brother, look, my spiritual power seems to be stable."

As soon as these words were said, the faces of several people were not very good.

As soon as one fellow disciple died of spiritual power, the spiritual power of the other fellow disciple was stabilized.

It's hard not to think too much.

Qi Hengli's face turned ugly, and he had thought too deeply before.

Maybe they have no motivation at all, they just need to absorb a lot of spiritual power?

This disciple was just unlucky to be chosen as her target. Not only this disciple, but everyone present could become her target.

"Second Brother?" Bai Nuonuo was a little confused: "Why are you so bad in your face? Are you sick?"

"No." Qi Hengli quickly adjusted her mood. Since she wanted to continue disguising, it means that this matter would continue to happen.

He thought it was, it was rare to have a genius like a senior sister in the world. The senior sister has high talent and has achieved her reputation and status today by practicing hard day and night. Why can she be easily done without practicing more?

Loose and surpass others?

Relying on improper means to absorb other people's spiritual power...

Qi Hengli felt a little nervous: Could it be...even the senior sister...
Chapter completed!