Only within the range of this magic formation group can human cultivators guarantee the advantage over the demons. Otherwise, countless cultivators can exhaust their spiritual power and die due to the strong demonic energy scattered on the battlefield.
"Let's go." Looking at it from a distance, I felt that once the huge circle approached, it became ordinary.
This is not to say that the magic circle is not powerful enough, but when you walk in, you can only see a certain number of magic circles, which is incomparable to the magnificent aura of a distant view.
"Who is it!" The two pulse-condensing cultivators jumped out from the hidden whistle and stared at Xu Ziyan and the three of them vigilantly.
The two monks were wounded and looked haggard, but their eyes were surprisingly bright.
Xu Ziyan glanced at them and nodded slightly. It was obvious that the two of them were standing one after the other. The person in front seemed polite, but his body was ready to attack.
The person behind was also holding a long sword, but the other hand was hidden under his sleeve. Xu Ziyan dared to guarantee that as long as they moved slightly, the jade slip in that person's hand would immediately shatter, signaling an enemy attack to the base camp.
These are two battle-hardened warriors. Perhaps their cultivation base is not too high, but as the basic strength on the battlefield, no one can ignore their existence.
Xu Ziyan knew that the two of them were injured on the front line, so he took on this kind of secret mission. After all, relatively speaking, being on duty in such a place would also facilitate their recovery. For the wounded with minor injuries, this was the most suitable for them. their job.
He took out the printed letter and threw it to the person in the lead. The person took the printed letter and checked it carefully, while the other person did not relax, but stared at them more vigilantly.
It was not until the person in the lead confirmed the authenticity of the letter that the two put down their guard and showed a relaxed smile.
It was not until the person in the lead confirmed the authenticity of the letter that the two put down their guard and showed a relaxed smile.
"I have seen three seniors." The two of them respectfully saluted.
Xu Ziyan nodded and asked casually, "Is Fairy Yunhe here?"
The man in the lead said: "The fairy is in the camp of the Central Army. If the senior wants to meet the fairy, he still needs to go through an inspection."
"I know. Lead the way." Xu Ziyan expressed understanding. In order to prevent spies from infiltrating the camp, the cultivator alliance has set up layers of sentries here. Regardless of how carefully these two people check, it is actually just the first layer of insurance. In the camp, there are specially domesticated monsters, as well as various A magic circle that distinguishes whether it is possessed or not. Under these methods, it effectively suppresses the suicidal killers of the demons.
Luo Dajiao had already reminded Xu Ziyan of this early in the morning, so Xu Ziyan didn't think the other party's move was rude.
On the contrary, his calm attitude made the two monks in the pulse condensation period feel very comfortable. After all, not every high-level monk would treat low-level monks so politely.
Those second-generation immortals who have engraved their arrogance in their bones, even if they go to the battlefield, they will inevitably reveal some of their bad habits.
The two cultivators discussed it, and soon decided that the cultivator at the back would lead Xu Ziyan to meet the administrator of the camp.
Under his guidance, the three of them passed through layers of magic circles that made Xu Ziyan feel very depressed, and then they entered the real camp of the frontline camp.
"Okay, my authority can only take you here. Next, there will be people from the camp to pick you up, just wait here." The cultivator said warmly.
"Thank you." Xu Ziyan cupped his hands towards him, glanced at the injury on his body, his eyes flickered slightly, and threw a porcelain bottle over: "Thank you for your hard work."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the second layer of the magic circle. With the token given by Luo Dajiao on his body, he passed through the second layer of the magic circle without pressure.
The injured cultivator reflexively took the porcelain bottle, opened it and smelled it, a sweet and fragrant smell emanated from the porcelain bottle, which was clearly a superior healing medicine.
He stared blankly at the porcelain vase for a while, then laughed silly, and bowed in the direction where Xu Ziyan and the others left: "Thank you, senior." He turned around and returned to his post.
This little episode didn't affect Xu Ziyan's mood. There were a lot of healing medicinal pills in his Fang Gejun. Some were given by Luo Dajiao, some were found in Central City, and some were even bought from the Jiaolong Clan.
To put it more exaggeratedly, the things he has accumulated now are enough to arm two or three fully equipped demon slaughter troops... A small bottle of medicinal herbs is his heart. They are all fighting for the human race. If you can get better soon, you can kill more demons.
After entering the second layer of the big formation, a team of people soon greeted them. The team of about four or five people looked very tired and seemed to have just changed defenses from the battlefield.
"Three, stop!" The headed female cultivator looked calm, but her haggard face did not hide her beautiful appearance.
Xu Ziyan: = mouth = FUCK! acquaintance!
The female cultivator raised her eyebrows slightly. Although her expression was still so kind, Xu Ziyan noticed that the corners of her mouth twitched...
"Xu...Senior..." It was obviously a very respectful tone, but the words "Senior" were pronounced like gnashing teeth.
"It's been a long time." The female cultivator was blessed, and the cultivators behind her looked at each other with a slightly dazed expression, as if they didn't understand what was going on.
But no matter what, it was certain that the three in front of them were friends rather than enemies, which also made them quietly relieved.
"Fellow Daoist Xiyan Liuxi, how are you doing?" Xu Ziyan said with a smile.
Xi Yanliu squinted at Xu Zirong, but the other party still had a 'go away' expression, and couldn't help but twitch: "It would be better if I didn't meet you."
Xu Ziyan didn't take it seriously. Back then, in the True Dragon Labyrinth, everyone was in the same boat, and there was some camaraderie. What's more, the two factions of the righteous and the demons have already joined together to defend against the demons. Naturally, there is no righteousness. Demon division.
Every time Xi Yanliu saw Xu Ziyan's face that was prettier than herself, she felt a toothache, but this time it happened that she was patrolling nearby and found that the two magic circles were touched. Fan. If she knew that it was these two dog boys and girls who always like to show affection, she wouldn't come over to blind dog eyes!
"We're here to meet Fairy Yunhe." Xu Ziyan explained his purpose, and Xi Yanliu nodded to show that she understood.
Fairy Yunhe is a female cultivator who guards the frontline camp, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is the mainstay of the entire cultivator alliance.
The Demon Race also has a Demon Race in the God Transformation stage on the front line, but both parties have a tacit understanding and only let them take the responsibility of the mascot. After all, as soon as the cultivator makes a move, it is a move that destroys the sky and destroys the earth. In order to prevent the complete destruction of Xuanyuyu, the battle between humans and demons has been fought until now, except for the unfortunate succubus who died in the hands of Qingping ancestors at the beginning. In addition, the rest of the masters at the level of the gods only slightly showed their strengths, but they did not really play against each other.
Xi Yanliu didn't know why Xu Ziyan wanted to meet Fairy Yunhe, but she was smart enough not to ask. As the saying goes, the more you know, the quicker you die. A smart person like Xi Yanliu naturally wouldn't do such a thing that could easily attract people's suspicions.
Xi Yanliu seems to be quite famous in the frontline camp. When passing through many camps, people greeted her. Xu Ziyan quietly observed, and found that in the real dragon labyrinth, the charming temperament of Xi Yanliu seemed to have disappeared in the baptism of war.
Today's Xiyanliu is still very beautiful, but not the kind of seductive beauty. If in the past, more than 90% of the men who saw him wanted to overwhelm her, then the people who saw him now would only be amazed at her beauty, and would not think of some nasty things.
Xu Ziyan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was very good. He didn't know if Xiyanliu in the past liked that kind of rambunctious life, but he felt that Xiyanliu today is more beautiful than in the past.
→. → Of course, it's okay to think about this in your heart, and you must not say it, otherwise the little snake in his family will definitely find a way to kill her...
For the safety of Xi Yanliu's life, these words of praise should be kept in his mind.
"Huh?" Xi Yanliu shivered inexplicably, turned her head suspiciously and happened to meet Xu Zirong's malicious eyes.
Xi Yanliu's back is cold: (╯‵*′)╯︵┻━┻ Damn! What are you trying to do!!! The old lady didn't even do it!
Xu Zirong: (#‵′) Such a woman who can attract her brother’s attention should be dragged out and burned to death!
Xu Ziyan inexplicably looked at Xi Yanliu, whose body was stiff and had already begun to walk on the same arm, and wondered in his heart, why did it suddenly become like this
Xu Zirong held his brother's hand dully, with a sad expression on his face, as if to say, "My brother doesn't love me anymore..."
Xu Ziyan: = = What happened when it was fine just now
(Xueqijun waved a small handkerchief: The master is all my credit! You can help you convey your thoughts in minutes!)
Jin Wentian's face was blind and dog-eyed: Hehe... In the live version of the dog blood drama, that coquettish and obedient guy is definitely not my ruthless son...
(Inner: (╯‵*′)╯︵┻━┻Dammit, why is this bear child so kind to that Xu family boy, but so ruthless and unreasonable to my father! This is not fair!!)
In the short distance of a stick of incense, Xi Yanliu was sweating profusely, and it was not until she handed over them to another group of people that she resolutely avoided the disaster star at a speed of escape.
The cultivator who handed over to him couldn't help but tear up the lasagna. He finally had the opportunity to chat with Daoist Xi, but he ran away before he could open his mouth... Could this be a polite refusal to him (no! )… I hope you, fellow Daoist, go away! [The cultivator who was in charge of handing over by Erkang had a lifeless expression, and brought Xu Ziyan and the three of them to the door of a great hall in a dejected manner.
"Please wait a moment for the three seniors." The broken-in-love monk seemed a little miserable, but fortunately he had not forgotten his responsibility.
Xu Ziyan slowly set his eyes on Jin Wentian, and indicated with his eyes: You can go out first, the next thing is the internal affairs of our Streaming Light Sect.