The illusion is huge, but it's not worth mentioning for the immortal cultivator.
If Ming Da can overcome the dangers and formations, naturally everyone is qualified to grab this treasure that can make the heavens come.
At this moment, it was Ling Yichuan who was inseparable from the crowd.
He is considered to be the least injured person in a group of people with intact clothes.
And he was already close to the treasure box in the middle of the formation.
"Another one to die?! I'm sure to get this thing today. If you are not afraid of death, please do it!"
"Hahahaha, who is afraid of you, the winner is king, let's speak with strength!"
"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!"
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Su Kui blinked, wow, this group of people are so irritable, they have already drawn their swords to each other.
She was extremely fast, closing the fan shhhh, the fan bone collided with the blade, and countless sparks were generated. With a gentle push, she pushed the person tens of meters away, and the snow was drawn into a deep gully under her feet.
"Do you want to go together?"
There are limits to the illusion. Those who are about to become immortals cannot enter the illusion at all. Those who can enter the illusion are all carefully selected elites of the sect, and their cultivation is all suppressed. There are very few methods that can be used in actual combat. .
Therefore, even Ling Yichuan's tactics are only crowded tactics. Among them, they have the most people in their martial arts. If they work together, it is naturally easy to achieve their goals.
"Boy, don't be too mad!"
Ling Yichuan was only sixteen years old at this time. His eyes were clear, his white robe was stained with a lot of blood, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He shook his head and prevented the people around him from continuing to say harshly, "Brother, don't be impulsive!"
Which one of the people present came here safely from so many monks on their own? It's not all relying on the people of the sect to fight for protection all the way to successfully reach the destination.
But a young man in red looks at him about seventeen or eighteen years old. He holds a bone fan in his hand. The bone is made of unknown material. The bones are white, but some of them are faintly dark red, like in hell. The blooming flowers of the other bank seem to be colored, and they are extraordinarily weird.
"The son must have come for this thing too, but there is only one treasure, but there are many people who want it. Is the son really going to fight for life and death?"
When he came out, the leader gave a death order, Ling Yichuan must bring this thing back to the school, and must not fall into the hands of other schools.
A rare magic weapon that is hard to come by in thousands of years, and getting it can bring the martial art to the next level.
Ling Yichuan's eyes were shining brightly, his eyes shining at Su Kui.
"Then do it," Su Kui finished saying this, tiptoe, and quickly skimmed towards Ling Yichuan. He was startled, and when he reacted, he turned his head to avoid the key, only to find that the hair on the temples was hardly covered by the fan bones. Cut it off and put it on his cheek, leaving a shallow wound.
There was a burning sensation at the wound, and his facial skin twitched uncontrollably.
"Yichuan!"
"Junior Brother, how are you?!"
A group of people were led by Ling Yichuan. Before they came out, they were killed by the head. They must protect Ling Yichuan's safety. Seeing that he was also injured at this moment, they couldn't help putting away their contempt for Su Kui.
This person is not simple.
Su Kui was standing in front of the formation. She squinted at the box in the middle. The formation seemed ordinary, but as long as a living creature approached, the formation would change immediately, and the wind in it would fly around like a blade thin as a cicada's wings , As long as you enter, it will definitely be cut into pieces.