The wind was storm, and Shui Qingyang and others were dizzy, and with the irresistible force, they were thrown to somewhere like a grain of dust.

Yan Ping and Zhong Xue are still recovering. In such a short period of time, even if the concentration of pure spiritual energy is high, it is impossible to recover much.

Song Yuhu and Yixiong were in a slightly better situation. After great force, they both grabbed Yan Ping and Zhong Xue who were closest.

On the contrary, Shui Qingyang quickly distanced himself from several people under the strong wind.

"Boy!" Song Yuhu grabbed Zhong Xue with his left hand, looked anxious when he saw this, and rushed towards the center of the storm regardless of everything, trying to reach out and grab Shui Qingyang.

But the power of the Daoyuan Realm is not something that a cultivator in Caixia Realm can resist. Even if it is just the aftermath, the strong wind will shock Song Yuhu to unstable shape. Because of the forced deviation of the position, the magic power is impacted, which makes Song Yuhu's face turn red and he immediately spits blood.

Yi Xiong was also shouting that his strength was slightly stronger than Song Yuhu, but his position was at the end. He tried his best to slash out, but was torn apart by the strong wind in the blink of an eye.

His eyes could hardly be opened, and he vaguely saw Shui Qingyang being dragged into the center of the storm, smashing hard at a sharp mountain, and roaring: "Sir!"

Bang……

The mountains in the distance trembled.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yuhu and the other four couldn't help but be pulled aside and lost their companions.

"Master, what should I do?" When the strong wind dissipated, a group of righteous monks landed on a mountain top and looked left and right.

The man shrouded in gray fog pointed to the smoke and dust in the distance and shouted: "The boy in blue is obviously the leader. The rudder leader brings a group of people, Zhao Shi, Qi Guang, Yu Damin, you will lead some people to search for the traces of the other people."

"Yes, the helm!"

The people were divided into four groups, and the fastest one was the Gray Mist Man. In less than a quarter of an hour, these people landed on the mountain where Shui Qingyang was smashed.

Following the smoke and dust, they soon discovered a large pit, about ten meters deep, with gravel falling nearby, and the soil rolled up, dyeing white snow black, which was enough to prove how strong the force was when falling.

Not to mention ordinary people, even monks in the Dharma Realm, may they fall into flesh paste.

However, the man in the gray fog was always a little restless, and his expression immediately became dark under the sensing of his power. At this time, others also discovered that there was no one under the deep pit.

"Is it because the corpse is gone and it's smashed to ashes?" a man muttered. It was not that he looked down on Shui Qingyang, but that the situation was very obvious at that time, Shui Qingyang had no spare energy to resist the fluctuations.

The man in the gray fog flew forward and looked around, but found no trace.

However, he was not an ordinary person. After searching back and forth, he found a drop of red blood on a grass leaf, which was extremely dazzling in the snow all over the ground.

The man in gray mist waved his sleeves and the snow layer did not explode. Instead, with him as the center, the snow layer within a radius of twenty meters actually floated up, about four or five inches thick, like a white round blanket.

The particles in the snow layer began to peel off up and down. In the blink of an eye, the man with gray fog was covered with snowflakes, densely rolled around. Among the snowflakes, little red photons that were hidden and covered jumped out.

With the pull of the invisible aura, these red photons eventually condense. When all the snowflakes fall back to the ground and turn into snow layers again, these red photons disappear, replaced by a pool of blood, spreading on the snow layers.

"The master's magical power is invincible!" Someone around him immediately flattered, but he was indeed shocked by this magical move.

The man in gray fog ignored it and shouted to chase it. He rushed out first, and the others hurriedly followed behind.

In the vast snowy sky, a figure was moving forward in a panic, his blue shirt was broken, his hair was loose, and he had many torn blood marks on his body. While running, he covered his blood with white snow, and his movements were far less agile than usual.

Shui Qingyang's condition was very bad. Before that, he used the magical power talisman four times in a short period of time. Although he relied on the pure spiritual energy to make up for it, his body was weak after all. Therefore, in the face of the strong wind, he could not resist it at all. He could only try his best to reduce the damage when it finally landed.

Wushang Pill has been passed by the people in the Heavenly Supervision Bureau. Fortunately, Shui Qingyang has become extremely strong after being tempered by Yuan Chenzi, and has magic power to protect his body, so he will not lose his life.

But the injury had reached an urgent point. If he didn't treat it, he suspected that he would die first without waiting for the people from the Justice Society to catch up.

His tenacious nerves made him grit his teeth and absorb the pure spiritual energy so that he would not fall down with all his strength.

In such a life-and-death situation, he was more calm than before, focused on himself, and looked around from time to time, and the map depicted by Ye Xuhuan appeared in his mind.

He had done research on various terrains on the map, but he was worried that he would encounter a crisis and might be able to make use of it. After running for a while, he might have been very lucky. Shui Qingyang saw a lake in the distance.

It was not an ice lake explored with Tong Yuanxing and others. This lake was even bigger, so big that it was beyond the limit. Heavy snow fell on the lake surface and melted into it. There were also some places with thick ice layers, and duckweed floated around and dyed white.

If he remembered correctly, the other side of this lake should be a swamp, with deep forests and lush trees. As long as he hid in it, it would not be easy to find.

Of course, there must be many justice experts in such a good place, which may be even more dangerous. But at this moment, Shui Qingyang has no more choices.

He plunged into the lake, and the ripples were quickly smoothed by the magic power. Almost only a few breaths apart, a group of people flew over.

The man in the gray fog stepped on the ground, and a large pool of blood spread out from snow. He smiled sinisterly: "Is it useful to hide in the lake? Let me find it!"

With a command, three early stage monks of the Dharma Realm rushed down and swam like flying fish, instantly for dozens of meters.

Shui Qingyang's magic power had recovered by about 20%. He raised his head in the water and saw three cultivators coming in a fierce manner. The three of them also saw him, showing a hideous look of joy.

One of them waved his knife gently, and the light of the knife moved forward layer by layer through the water waves. Although a lot of strength was removed by the lake water, it was still strong, enough to kill the peak monk of Caixia realm.

The other person was a boxer. He thrust his fists hard, and the sound of air bursting sounded at the bottom of the water. Large patches of bubbles exploded, covering the invisible fist force, like two long dragons of bubbles, wrapping around and rolling towards Shui Qingyang.

The third person used a hook, which is also the weapon that poses the greatest threat to Shui Qingyang. Once the hook was released, the sharp hook avoided the resistance of the water to the greatest extent and stabbed Shui Qingyang's back from behind.
Chapter completed!