Under the statue, the spirits stepped on the sky with a look of astonishment.
When did the dignified Eldar become meat on the chopping board, with everyone wanting to cut a piece of it
Su He's consciousness was fading away rapidly, and Feng Zhong was trying to pull him back mercilessly, even trying to cut off this piece of consciousness.
Su He hurriedly said: "Senior, please dissect as you like, but please help me to judge how dare the spirits attack Uncle Luo!"
The uncles must have imprisoned a large number of spirits, but the dragon turtle is not good at interrogation, and Su He has not yet figured out which magical power is related to the interrogation.
He didn't even have many means to check his memory - when he had just taken over Changyue Mansion and rescued Elder Qiao, he also suppressed Feng Duo of the imperial palace and threw him to Qing Lei to help interrogate him, but he still hasn't gotten any results.
Su He was too embarrassed to ask, for fear of hurting Qing Lei's fragile heart.
Of course, other dragon turtles should have more methods than Qing Lei, but it is true that dragon turtles are not good at this.
As Su He was speaking, his consciousness completely dissipated and he was dragged back to the Phoenix Tomb.
Under the statue, the spirit walking on the sky felt the pressure on his body suddenly relieved. Before, the whole world was pressing on him, but now it was just a mountain.
But he did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, he shrank back and hid under the statue.
Only a fool would run away! He saw that this was a mysterious world.
Although no one knew how the dragon turtle transferred him to the Xuan Realm, any Xuan Realm meant there were ninth-grade soul beasts and corresponding cultivators.
Even a thought like that could kill him. At this moment, the dragon turtle statue was his best protection.
Who says enemies can't help you
Zhenren Nanming had a genial and gentle smile on his face, and his aura slowly subsided, returning to the appearance of a mortal military advisor in the game. He waved the feather fan in his hand, looking very happy.
He turned around and left the Taoist temple, waving his fan and asking the people outside the city: "Everyone! I am Yin Chuan Nanming, and I have just arrived at this precious place and I don't know your true immortals. Can anyone tell me who the statue that suppresses the evil spirits in this Taoist temple is?"
The people walking around turned around, not knowing what was going on. But a scholar asked in surprise, "Is it Mr. Zichuan?"
The classmate next to him was surprised: "It's Mr. Zichuan! Why are you here? I just received a letter from home and learned that you are the chief priest of Luyuan. How come you are here? What do you mean by suppressing evil spirits?"
Nan Ming Zhenren laughed. He followed the path of the king, and after playing for several years, he had a little reputation among the game characters. Confucian scholars could recognize him even thousands of miles away.
Nan Ming Zhenren pointed to the Zhenwu Temple behind him and said, "I just saw with my own eyes that a demon appeared, but was suppressed by the statues inside."
The two scholars were immediately surprised, and the people from all directions hesitated for a moment and looked towards the Taoist temple.
This Taoist temple is magical in itself, having slowly emerged from the haze several years ago, and it is normal for it to suppress evil spirits now - and the gentleman who is speaking is convincing enough at a glance.
Gradually, some people tried to enter the Taoist temple.
curious!
Then comes worship!
The stone statue had indeed changed. The sword in the statue's hand was shining, as if it was going to kill the evil spirits.
Immediately, the people knelt down, burned incense and prayed. Threads of incense fell on the statue.
The spirit Tatian, who was cowering under the statue, felt the repressive force on his body suddenly intensify, as if the entire world was pressing down on him.
Not to mention escaping, even breathing became difficult for a moment!
At this moment, Nanming Zhenren had already hired a bullock cart and was heading towards Yinchuan in the game. He looked towards the Taoist temple with a smile on his face.
Since you want to hide under the statue, then go ahead!
This statue is connected to the entire game world, and all information in the game world must be processed by the statue. The creatures here are fake, just a piece of information in the game. But to the statue, they are real.
This virtual incense display was three points similar to the fall of Su He's consciousness, and it was easy to suppress a spirit of the third level of the Heavenly Stage.
Just suppress him for a few years first to get rid of his anger.
Nanming Zhenren turned around and looked at the statue in the Taoist temple. There was an indescribable charm on the statue that was fascinating.
Where did Su He get the statue? It's really amazing!
One day, I will assist King Liang in attacking and seizing Fairy Ji’s city. I will come here every day to meditate for a while.
While everyone was surprised, Su He in the Phoenix Tomb had already opened his eyes, and the Phoenix True Fire on his body flashed. He collected Haoyue and Tiansha, and then Su He's body flashed and turned into the true form of a dragon turtle. He chopped the turtle shell with his blade in the air again.
The waves beneath him surged, carrying him as he searched the entire Phoenix Tomb.
Grandma Si didn't say how many invaders there were, so I just assumed there were more and searched again and again. It's a pity that I don't dare to use the magic machine here, otherwise it will flash randomly and the blades will be placed everywhere.
Su He let out a long roar and his territory opened up. Huge waves raged out and rushed in all directions.
The perception within the field is more useful than the divine consciousness, and the coverage area is also larger than the chaotic blade.
Huge waves swept out, with heavy rain pouring down on them.
A sigh sounded outside the realm, and it was the roar of huge waves, which Su He could hear clearly.
When I turned my head, I saw a figure falling out from a ghost. It was another spirit.
"Fellow Daoist Su He is indeed honest. Three of my clansmen have already covered for me, but you still want to search. I haven't found a single raw jade. Please let me go..."
Before he could finish his words, Su He roared and cast a blood curse on him. Then he ignored him and quickly searched forward.
It is still unknown who is covering for whom!
A spirit dared to jump out in front of the dragon turtle and talk freely. It was very likely that Su He would find the real target, and he ran out to provide cover.
With the blood curse, Su He can sense him clearly no matter where he is in the entire Phoenix Tomb. If he dares to show up, don't even think about escaping.
The spirit was stunned when he saw Su He's operation. His expression changed and he jumped towards Su He. Su He turned around and roared, and his divine power roared out, landing on him with a bang. Then a mountain god seal shot out, flashing with golden light and blasting towards the spirit.
Su He did not slow down at all, pushing the vast sea domain forward.
“Pah, pah, pah!”
Applause sounded, and a young elf man in a yellow robe appeared from the side, followed by an ordinary elf.
Sure enough, there is more!
The two men had transparent bodies and were not possessed by ghosts, but since they did not appear, Su He could not see them.
It can probably only be killed by random blade attack.
"Beautiful!" The yellow-robed spirit clapped his hands and exclaimed, "If you can survive today, if anyone says that the dragon turtle is the dumbest of the four spirits in the future, I will spit in their face!"
At least this dragon turtle is delicate and decisive!
Su He stopped.
We can't search for the time being, we have to fight first. The two new spirits are both at the peak of the third level of heaven.
In terms of combat power, Su He is roughly at this stage now, but with three people at the triple limit, this fight needs to be serious.
Wearing yellow robes, they are the true royal family among the spirit race.
Wearing a yellow robe means that if the Spiritual Emperor is killed, he will have the opportunity to become the next Spiritual Emperor.
Of course, the one in front of him should have no chance. His realm is too low, unless Uncle Luo and his men have killed all the royal family members above the fourth level of the Heavenly Stepping Realm.
"Lang Ran from the Spirit Clan greets Fellow Daoist Su He." The yellow-robed Spirit Clan saluted Su He with a smile on his face. "The Spirit Clan doesn't have surnames, so we pick names randomly. This is the name I used when I was resurrected from the corpse of a sword cultivator, so I've been using it ever since. Fellow Daoist, please don't blame me."
He raised his hand to indicate the magic sword in his hand, as if he was chatting about family matters, but suddenly he stabbed out with the sword, but not at Su He, but instead pierced the forehead of a fellow tribesman beside him. There was a flash of lightning on the sword, and the fellow tribesman had a look of astonishment. He had been killed by the sword and turned into a stream of essence that was sucked into his mouth.
Lang Ran's momentum suddenly rose.
He looked up at Su He approaching step by step: "Every spirit can awaken a talent after wearing the yellow robe. Mine is the ability to devour one's own kind. But this is a way to seek death, a means of mutual destruction. Devouring one's own kind will bring three disasters and nine calamities. If you can't get through it, you will definitely die. I guess, fellow Daoist Su He will not let me go, so I can go through the calamity in peace, right?"
Su He watched him approach step by step, sneered, turned around and roared, knocking out the first spirit behind him again, and slapped the sky with his tortoise claws. A dark lightning bolt struck down and landed on the spirit.
Su He then looked at the yellow-robed spirit clan member. This yellow robe was not a dragon robe, but it did have some of the meaning of a prince.
Lang Ran shook his head and smiled, "Daoyou, there is no need to be so cautious. This talent cannot devour another member of the same clan before refining it. I can't do something as exaggerated as advancing continuously in one day."
As he spoke, he thrust a sword towards Su He. A daunting sword energy came from him, as if no one else could match him. It actually had six points of Su Huanian's sword intent.
An Eldar stops playing with curses and starts playing with swords.
Not doing your job!
Fortunately, Su He is doing his job properly, and he has Su Huanian. If we talk about the opponent Su He is least afraid of, it must be the sword cultivator.
Practice makes perfect.
Su He roared and blasted towards Lang Ran with his divine power. At the same time, he clapped his tortoise claws, and the heavy rain above his head suddenly slowed down.
Then it floated down at an even faster speed, with magical power: a thousand pounds!
Qianjun is Su He's weakest attack power, but it is also one of the most potential top-level powers. Heavy rain fell and shot towards Lang Ran.
It was clearly rain, but it carried with it an incomparable sword intent. The sword intent in each drop was not huge, but when combined together they looked like a sword formation.
Damn it.
Lang Ran slowly put away his giggling expression, stabbed at Su He's magic sword, and turned around to protect himself.
A sword pointed at the heavy rain, and the sword rain collided with each other with a crisp collision sound.
Lang Ran's expression changed slightly. This rain was really a sword!
But before he could exclaim, the heavy rain had already swept in. He struck with his sword one after another, but the heavy rain was endless, and the whole world was filled with endless rain.
The sky is full of swords.
"Awesome!" he exclaimed, and shook the magic sword in his hand, leaving a residual image, which spun and slashed towards the heavy rain.
Su He said proudly: "My wife taught me!"
Do you really think that living off others is so delicious
Watching my wife practice swordplay on the snowy mountain every day, but still not gaining anything, it's time to quit the group! When Su He asked, Su Huanian never kept anything to himself!
There are also the sword skills insights left by the previous lord of Changyue Mansion. Su He is not considered a master of swordsmanship now, but he can talk to any sword practitioner he meets.
Moreover, there is no need to master the heavy rain too finely, just attack the entire screen.
Every drop of rain is a magical sword, without any special attributes except sharpness and murderous intent.
Lang Ran felt as if he was being attacked by countless sword immortals at this moment. He let out a long roar, turned his body around, became translucent, and looked towards Su He.
"But besides being a swordsman, I am also a spirit! So what if the sword can't hit me, ah!"
As he was speaking, he let out a scream, and saw a crescent-shaped sword appear in the heavy rain above his head, and it slashed downwards, with the blade flying everywhere.
Su He rolled his eyes, as if whoever it was was a pure-blooded swordsman!
The blades slashed down, and Su He roared, and the Mountain God Seal came out in response, blasting towards Lang Ran. Lang Ran let out a long howl, and the essence of his fellow tribe that he had just swallowed was spit out again by him, turning into a phantom, covering him.
The Mountain God Seal came crashing down and hit the phantom. The phantom exploded, causing the Mountain God Seal to pause for a moment.
Lang Ran had already rushed out of the vast sea with the power of the explosion and bombardment, and his figure flashed towards the distant space crack.
The dragon turtle can't beat it.
His swordsmanship was top-notch among the elves, but he was still unable to resist the dragon turtle's playful sword formation.
Not to mention the curse, the three of them are a lesson for us. The Dragon Turtle Clan never fears curses. If we don't flee now, when will we
After exploding the essence of his own race, Lang Ran was as fast as lightning, and was not inferior to Su He's peacock body. A sonic boom erupted behind him, and he rushed towards the space crack in the blink of an eye.
Su He chased after him relentlessly.
He saw the elf approaching a space crack, turned around and smiled at him with a bit of teasing, and then ran headfirst into the space crack.
And then... nothing happened.
He was stunned, and looked around to make sure that he had marked it correctly. He had entered through this crack, so why couldn't he get out
Just as he was hesitating for a moment, Su He had already transformed into a peacock and was galloping towards him. With a flap of his wings and a peacock cry, the Phoenix True Fire turned into a javelin and shot out.
Lang Ran turned around, his astonishment turned into a bitter smile. This time he was really dead. He might be able to survive the dragon turtle in front of him if he risked his life, but there was still an old phoenix under the volcano!
That is the existence of a phoenix that can suppress the entire spirit race!
How to survive
He gave a bitter smile, the surprise on his face disappeared, and he regained his composure. The sword light on the immortal sword in his hand became brighter, and he slashed at Su He's flaming javelin.
The sword and the spear collided, and the immortal sword shattered. The flame spear turned into flames all over the sky and scattered in all directions.
Before Lang Ran could react, a bright moon had risen in the sky, casting a silver glow on the ground.
Lang Ran looked up at Su He and laughed, "There's no need for this. The Phoenix Clan is too lucky. The space cracks are closing. I can't get out. There's no escape. There's no need to run anymore. But do you know who the real enemy of the Dragon Turtle Clan is?"
As he spoke, he opened the storage bag, poured out several raw jades, looked at Su He and laughed, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
He even opened his arms and pretended to accept death.
Su He ignored what he said, and with a bird cry, the sky fell. In just a moment, the dragon scales rose up and turned into a sword formation, shooting at Lang Ran, and Lang Ran's face suddenly changed.
The stubborn dragon turtle deserved to die! He slapped his chest and spit out a piece of Yin Qi, which turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards Su He.
There was a hint of madness in his eyes.
"Come and die!"
This is the deadly aura in the Phoenix Tomb, which is simply not something that ordinary people can endure. This arrow carries not only the evil aura but also the curse of the spirits. I don't believe that you can endure it!
(End of this chapter)