Situ Wan'er, taking his orders solemnly.
I saw this growing majesty Saintess's figure move, surging for nine days, the whole body was filled with holy white light, and then a pair of Qianqian jade hands were crossed into a handprint on the chest, and they pointed to the mysterious tower.
bass.
The mysterious tower echoes Situ Wan'er's magical powers, and a little light bursts from the spire of the tower. The light is not shining, but it stretches endlessly. It actually generates millions of crystal light filaments that stretch into the endless night sky. .
It turned out that all the spiritual power threads laid by Lin Yang that day finally gathered at the spire of the mysterious machine. Unlike the small [Initial Mind Don’t Forget], the [Water Moon Mirror Flower] inscription is a real heavenly inscription with mass destruction. The impetus requires an unimaginable vast immortal power. If it weren't for the massive reserves in the nine floors of the mysterious tower, Lin Yang would really not be able to use this shocking method today.
In the air, people saw the sky full of silver threads swaying and wafting, like the long and soft hair of a celestial woman, these thin threads of spiritual power entangled with each other and spread across the fields. If someone can look down on this beautiful scene from the air, it will definitely You will be surprised to find that these spiritual silks actually constitute a huge aura phantom above the Tiantianying building complex.
This picture is only a little bit, the artistic conception is transcendence, but it is a blue wave, radiant and shining, and after a short while, a colorful lotus quietly rises from the water, and there seems to be a few drops of flower dew hanging on the petals, ticking and splashing onto the water. , The ripples were wiped out.
This is a rare beauty in the world, but it is also the moment when the power of killing and cutting inscriptions blooms.
I saw that the layers of water ripples washed away, and disappeared after going out of the guardian camp, but outside the guardian camp, the spiritual power threads hidden in the void were affected by these ripples silently. The influence of, quietly released a touch of faint psychic energy.
Zuoqiu's army was shuttled among these completely imperceptible psychic threads, and no one noticed the changes in the surroundings and still charged forward aggressively.
"Lin Yang!!! Lin Yang!! The old man must smash you into ten thousand pieces today!!"
The Immortal King Zuoqiu, born on the battlefield, did not ride in a car during this decisive battle, but took the lead in charging on top of a divine beast, and his heart was full of hatred and murderous intent towards Lin Yang.
But when his team was still a lot of distance away from the Guardian Camp, suddenly, the Immortal King Zuoqiu saw a team of men and horses shot out in front of him. The mighty and ferocious momentum made his heart startled.
Suffered.
Could it be that Guardian Camp discovered its own plan
However, in the next second, he suddenly felt ecstatic, because it was not someone else who came to fight, it was the little thief Lin Yang that he wanted to kill!
What made him even more relieved was that the gang of soldiers led by Lin Yang were all recruits and veterans trained in the Heaven-defying Camp, and the strongest were the scum of a few immortal generals. With such a team, he also wanted to block his current status. Soul Burial Demon Army
It's almost dead! !
"Zuoqiu Pifu!!" Opposite, Lin Yang even yelled: "You dare to rebel against the Immortal League. It's a crime worthy of death. You can catch it if you don't have your hands on it!!"
Get your head!
The killing intent in Zuo Qiu's heart burst into the sky when he saw Lin Yang, where he could stand up to this kind of nonsense, he just jumped up from the back of the beast, and the surging soul immortal in his body can look like an eruption face. In an instant, a ghost claw that tore everything was condensed in the air.
"Lin Yang, take your life!!"
Zuoqiu burst into a shout, his hair and beard were all stretched, and his skinny right hand was like an eagle claw. With a volley grab, he slammed the ghost claws towards Lin Yang. This is the magical power of Soul Dao Immortal Art. How can Lin Yang block it? , The ghost claw pierced through the body under one face.
Hey loudly.
With a brutal pull, Zuo Qiu directly tore off half of Lin Yang's body, and his upper body was directly torn into the air, tightly gripping Zuo Qiu's ghost claws.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zuo Qiu laughed wildly.
Looking at Lin Yang, who was pale and spurted blood in his mouth, a great pleasure emerged in his heart.
"Yun Qi, the old man finally avenged you, did you see it? This Lin Yang, he is finally dead, dead! Hahahaha!"
Wait a moment.
Something's wrong! !
After all, the Immortal King Zuoqiu was the strongest immortal king who was proficient in mind power. His mental strength was the dominance of the entire immortal domain. Suddenly he woke up from a burst of confusion and ecstasy.
This is an illusion! !
He closed his eyes desperately, and then opened his eyes to see what Lin Yang and the army are in front of him. He is basically standing on a flat ground, with his right hand still holding the posture of catching people, but everything is in conflict with him. The air dialogue is extremely funny.
How can this be
Zuo Qiu himself is an absolute master who is proficient in mind power, illusion, and manipulation of spirits. Today, he would unknowingly fall into someone else's illusion, which is simply incredible.
The most embarrassing thing is that he doesn't even know how his illusion is. It's as if someone has already sucked you a few mouths alive, but you can't even find the other person's figure. This is the most terrifying.
Sorry!
In the next moment, Immortal King Zuoqiu looked around, his face suddenly like the bottom of a pot.
The entire Soul Burial Army was all recruited.
What used to be a menacing army of ghosts has now become a splendid theater troupe, all kinds of weird, all kinds of life, all awakened by the illusion in the heart, and show up in a hurry.
Some are crying, some are laughing;
Some people are beating, some are looking for embrace;
There were a few people who were dizzy and rushed directly towards the Immortal King Zuoqiu, shouting the nauseating appellation: "Xiao Tiantian, come on, let this uncle have fun, hahaha !"
roll! !
Immortal King Zuoqiu was so angry that his nose was crooked.
What kind of illusion is this so serious!
"Wake me up!!"
Zuoqiu was angry, and there was really a lion's domineering power to shake the sky.
The supreme immortal king took out a black small clock directly from his arms, and when it shook in the wind, it turned into a five-meter-high black magic soldier. Four fierce demon statues entangled on the walls of the small clock, just like four heads. Few fierce demons who want to eat people.
Soul Burial Clock.
The sixty-second fetish on the Shenbing Supreme Ranking is said to be a terrifying magic weapon that can shatter the soul of a warrior for thousands of miles. Zuo Qiu directly took out to rescue it.
Huh.
A bell rang, but it was not loud and loud.
What's weird is that the sound is like millions of ghosts crying in your ears, making people tremble with goose bumps, and full of weird power that devours souls.
The black sound wave rippled away, impacting the nerves of every soldier of the Soul Burial Army, causing them to scream in pain.
This soul burial clock was originally the supreme artifact in the soul burial army. It was a magic weapon to control these ghosts and fierce souls. At this moment, once it was urged, the soldiers of the soul burial army were suddenly in the violent tearing pain. Wake up.
"I died so miserably... Um? What happened?"
"what happened?"
A soul-burial army soldier awakened from the illusion, and they were all shocked and sweated like Zuoqiu.
They thought they were god soldiers, but they never thought that they hadn't even seen the gate of the Heaven-defying Camp before being severely set by others.
Not only the Soul Burial Army, but look at the local masters of the Guarding Camp nearby. Jinpeng Aotian is now lying on the ground like a baby chicken just emerging, stretching his neck waiting to be fed by his mother. The ridiculous appearance is as funny as a dog.
This! !
Aotian was waking up to see his coercive appearance, and wanted to find a hole to get in. Fortunately, the people around were not much better than him. All of them were ugly in the short illusion just now. The picture is beautiful. To speechless.
"Master Immortal King!!"
The remaining three immortal kings rushed over with solemn expressions.
"We were still discovered, let Wang Gu have arrangements in advance!"
"What the hell is this damn illusion, even you and I are talking about it?"
"Don't panic!!" The Immortal King Zuoqiu's voice was like Hong Zhong, stabilizing the military's mind: "Although this illusion technique is a bit weird, it has no lethal power. It is just a small trick. How can it stop us!!"
"The Immortal King's power!!" Everyone bowed their heads.
"With me, no one can touch everyone, and everyone will rectify on the spot and prepare to continue marching!!"
"Yes!!"
The Immortal King Zuoqiu was full of confidence in his words, but before his words fell, the face-slapped came in an instant.
"Report, report to the fairy king!! We have a hundred brothers gone!!"
What
Immortal King Zuoqiu couldn't help but shake his face.
"What's the situation? Who has disappeared?" Ghost King, commander of the Soul Burial Army, asked immediately.
"There are people from all sides, a hundred people in total. They seem to be lost by the illusion and separated. There is no trace of killing on the scene!"
"Regardless of them, continue to march!" Zuoqiu's style has always been cold-blooded and ruthless. How can he be worried for the little one hundred pawns, wave his hand and move directly.
But what he couldn't think of was that a heavenly inscription laid out by Lin Yang himself, even if it was not a complete form, how could it be such a simple killing field
too naive!
…
"Instructor Lin!"
In the Guarding Camp, one hundred'Zuoqiu Warriors' were already reporting to salute.
"well done!"
Lin Yang took a close look at these soldiers who had just returned from the outside. Everyone had almost perfected their goals, and there was no flaw in the metamorphosis.
These one hundred people were his first goal in stimulating the illusion.
As for the nonsense that Zuoqiu said on the screen just now about'no lethality', hehe, let them have a good feel for what is called'lethality'! !
"Shuiyue Mirror Flower Slaughter!"
Whoosh!
This time, Lin Yang personally urged the psychic energy in the mysterious tower.
Different from the previous white phantom light, this time there were blood-red spirits drifting away all over the sky. The picture was like a bloody downpour, head and face like Zuoqiu's army smashed past.
Waiting for Zuoqiu and the others this time is not so easy and comfortable to simply have a dream.