This huge black-glowing seal came down again and again. Even the owner of this magic weapon probably never thought that his magic weapon could exert such powerful power and harvest so many cultivators so easily. life of the victim. However, there are too many ascetics wearing red robes. Even though the bangs and vibrations every time the black light giant seal falls down make people's hearts tremble, they still cannot stop the red-robed people who are like a red tide. A silent and violent onslaught.
Almost at the time when the giant seal that was shining with black light hit the ground fiercely for the fourth time, more than 70 ascetics in red robes rushed to the row facing them. In front of the magnificent palace.
"Chick!" "Chick!"
A violent sound of piercing the air suddenly sounded, and following the sound of this violent piercing sound, several bloody arrows shot out from the bodies of more than a dozen ascetics in red robes at the same time, and at the same time they slammed down on the ground. on the ground. What instantly killed these people were dozens of small white knives that were one foot long, each of which was shaped like a fish bone. It seems that these dozens of small white knives should be a set of magic weapons. Immediately following the dozens of white knives shot out from the surrounding palaces were dozens of flying swords of various colors. The brilliance emitted by these dozens of flying swords of various colors formed a dazzling waterfall. Under the shroud of a magic circle like the Nether Blood Spring, these dozens of flying swords also showed powerful lethality. At this moment, the red-robed man suffered a serious blow. He fell from the air under the sword light, and his body was twisted into several sections by the sword light shooting around in the air like a streamer.
Some people in red robes had already been twisted into two pieces and fell to the ground, but they did not die for a while, writhing in pain on the ground, the scene looked extremely miserable.
Blocked by these dozens of flying swords, the rush of the tide-like red-robed men was slowed down. Looking at the torn corpses of the red-robed men in front of them, fear and panic appeared on the faces of many red-robed men. But at this moment, a faint sound of the zither suddenly sounded. The faint sound of the zither seemed to resound in the far sea, but it spread to the first ring island of Kunlun in an instant. On the battlefield of this fierce fighting, and the faint sound of the zither seems to have infinite magic power, the fear and panic in the eyes of all the red-robed people disappeared in an instant, and there was a strange red glow in the pupils, At the moment when many red-robed men in front were strangled, these red-robed men with red eyes rushed over from the bloody light.
At this moment, more than ten red-robed men were assassinated by the flying swords that flew back. Now under the shroud of the Nether Blood Spring, the war in Kunlun, which represents the highest power in the world, is close to the war between mortals in the world, and under the control of the mind and spirit of the ascetic, the power of every flying sword It is no less than the Liannu on the battlefield of mortals in the world. However, the red-robed man who rushed through the bloody light, and the red robes on his body were dripping with blood, still didn't care about these flying swords flying in the sky like arrows, rushing into the sky. In that moment among the row upon row of magnificent palaces, the group of red-robed men who rushed into the building complex where most of the Kunlun disciples were hidden for the first time suddenly raised their hands at the same time.
Ribbon-like green flames shot out from their hands in an instant. These green flames exuded an indescribable stench and pungent aura, and as soon as these green flames were shot out, they exploded in an instant, like a Like snow, it fell down one after another, every bit of green light turned into a faint fire, and when it was floating in the air, no matter what it touched, it would immediately attach to it and burn with a chichi.
These green flames that envelop a large palace in an instant are astonishingly like dark phosphorous sand, refined with sultry air and phosphorous fire, which can directly burn the body of true essence and magic weapon The vicious magic weapon.
As the dots of emerald green flames scattered like snow, there was a sudden scream of misery among many palaces. Most of the Kunlun disciples hiding in these temples are still invisible. Facing the overwhelming number of red-robed people, hiding in these temples is indeed the best choice, just like street fighting. Occasionally, a few figures with green light all over their bodies could not control the pain of the green phosphorous fire, and rushed out from between the palaces, bumping into each other aimlessly, but the screams that erupted at this moment and the obvious The one-stop technique and the interception of the magic weapon can make people feel very clearly that a lot of damage has been done to the Kunlun disciples.
Many temples carved with exquisite decorations also burned immediately, some of them were wrapped in brilliance, some rushed out, and disappeared among the temples behind, and at this moment, another red The flow came up.
More than two hundred ascetics in red robes followed closely behind the red-robed ascetics who shot out these green flames, and these two hundred or so ascetics in red robes followed closely behind and killed them at the same time Yes, but the cultivation level of the red-robed man who rushed to the front was obviously much higher than that of the rest, and they were all flying forward without stopping. Compared with other red-robed men, this man's figure The thin and short red-robed man was obviously separated from the two hundred or so red-robed men behind him by more than twenty feet.
Suddenly, a white light flashed from his hand, and instantly turned into a white bone spear twenty or thirty feet long. This white bone spear is not afraid of those dark green phosphorescent flames, piercing through the air into those burning temples, killing the two Kunlun disciples who rushed out of those burning temples all at once. Pierce it, string it into a string, and pick it on the bone spear.
With a loud shout, the ascetic in red robe shook his hands casually, and shook out the two lifeless corpses like straws. His figure didn't stop, but the bone spear pierced fiercely. The extremely hard and thick walls of several temples pierced into those temples. Every time the bone spear pierced through the walls and forcibly pierced into those temples, there would be a dull cry and lead There was a stream of blood.
In the blink of an eye, this ascetic with a bone spear had already surpassed the original group of red-robed men and rushed to the front. And in this few breaths of time, he had killed at least ten Kunlun disciples, and several flying swords that were slashing at him were directly knocked away by the bone spear in his hand. The power of the bone spear in his hand looks very similar to that of Qingliujian's Leiji Divine Spear before, but the bone spear in his hand is a magic weapon, not condensed by magic, because the body of the magic weapon itself Therefore, under a magic circle like Nether Blood Spring, the power of this white bone spear has not been completely weakened like Qingliu Sword's Leiji Divine Spear.
"It's Hemoluo." Standing on the golden roof of the highest turret on the first roundabout, Nangong Xiaoyan beside Ming Shiqi looked at this mighty and unstoppable man in red robe, his face was as cold as water and couldn't bear it. Ming Shiqi, who lived next to him, said, "People from Zhanzhou Zedi have also come."
"This is a reasonable thing." Ming Shiqi's gaze also fell on the short, thin, but mighty red-robed man, "Only the Zhanzhou Marsh can refine so many The Jade Fire Phosphorus is used on a large scale like an ordinary arrow in a mortal army, and with the help of Zhanzhou Marsh, Kuang Wuxin would not dare to do such a thing."
"We can't let him go on like this."
Nangong Xiaoyan took a deep breath. In the blink of an eye, Hemaluo, one of the eighteen old devils in Zhanzhou who was holding a bone spear, had led two or three hundred red-robed men behind him to rush forward for more than fifty feet. Behind him and the two or three hundred red-robed men are even more monks in red robes like a tide, and after more than two hundred feet, there is an open land without any buildings. On the hillside, as long as they cross the two hundreds of feet of buildings, the Kunlun disciples sent by Ming Shiqi will not be able to stop these red-robed men from rushing in under the circumstances of the huge disparity in numbers. After opening the treasury and transporting all the magic weapons inside, there will not be enough time to distribute them. I am afraid that these red-robed people will immediately surround the treasury and kill those Kunlun disciples who just opened the treasury , to snatch the magic weapon they just obtained from their corpses.
Moreover, Nangong Xiaoyan is very clear that in such a large-scale battle as if the two armies were at war, such an unstoppable advance by Homala would completely affect the morale of his own side. In front of the four warehouses where the magic weapons are stored, many Kunlun disciples may have the idea that the situation is over in their hearts, and they will not be able to exert all their strength at all.
So although Nangong Xiaoyan didn't doubt Ming Shiqi's cultivation and ability, but at this moment he felt that He Maluo must be killed. "I'll kill him." Nangong Xiaoyan looked at Ming Shiqi, and after saying this, he took a deep breath and prepared to swipe towards the place where He Maluo had rushed.
"You don't have to go, he will definitely die." But at this moment, Ming Shiqi's words made Nangong Xiaoyan stop suddenly, "If we accidentally die, there is no need to continue this battle."
In Ming Shiqi's slightly cold voice, Nangong Xiaoyan only saw Ming Shiqi's hand waving in the night, and the moment Ming Shiqi's hand fell, a lonely gray figure came from Fifty or sixty zhang away from Hemara came out in front of him, and flew towards Hemara.
At this moment, all the Kunlun disciples who saw this gray figure, including Nangong Xiaoyan, felt a little dry in their mouths. They could tell at a glance that this gray figure was wearing the same gray clothes as Ming Shiqi's with a slight silver glint.
Nangong Xiaoyan knew that this was one of Ming Shiqiu's group of gray-robed disciples who came from the eighth island of Kunlun.
But he was just a person, like a small shadow in the moonlight, he rushed out, just a person, but he rushed to Hemara, to Hemara and the hundreds of red-robed men behind him .
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Under the glowing red night, in the thousands of miles of sea area of Kunlun, strong fluctuations of mana are constantly exuding. The entire place representing the highest power in the monastic world has completely turned into a huge battlefield. But the wider periphery thousands of miles away from the sea has been completely controlled by Kuang Wuxin, blocking all news, making Kunlun temporarily an isolated island, and at the same time making most people in other places in the world uneasy. I didn't know that such a war was going on here at the moment.
At this moment, most places in the world are still very peaceful.
"kindness?"
At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist man wearing a golden snake crown and a black Taoist robe embroidered with python patterns and a lama wearing a red cassock and a yellow lama hat were standing side by side by a rolling river. .
The black-robed middle-aged Taoist had a square face, with regular features, but his eyebrows were thick and black, like two cicadas squatting on his brow sockets, and the lama in the red cassock was a little short and fat. He has a dark complexion, fat head and big ears, and looks a bit like a Maitreya Buddha, but there are flashes of sternness in his eyes, showing that his heart is not as peaceful as his appearance.
At this moment, a fist-sized drop of water floated from the river in front of the middle-aged Taoist in black robe, suspended in front of the two of them like a crystal ball. All along the river, including the surrounding scenes of the small branch rivers along the river, flashed through the fist-sized drop of water one by one.
At this moment, it was as if within a thousand miles, this big river and the rivers connected to it all became his eyes and ears. Looking at the scenery passing by in this fist-sized drop of water, the black-robed Taoist frowned like a cicada, "They actually changed their route. They didn't continue in the direction of Shiwan Dashan. "
"Unexpectedly, with the efforts of the two of us, they still lost their tracks! This fox king's daughter is really cunning!" An angry look appeared on the face of the lama in the red cassock, "If it falls into my hands, it will definitely Brew her well."
"Even Lin Mubai, the patriarch of the Qiyun Sect, died in her hands. Her cultivation cannot be underestimated. His Majesty, please try to inform Qilian Liancheng first." After the black-robed middle-aged Taoist said something solemnly to the lama, With a little finger, the drop of water was scattered, and at the same time, he was thinking with a heavy heart, why Luobei's natal sword was destroyed, but he could not die for a while. At this moment, they changed their route and did not go in the direction of Shiwan Dashan. Could it be that besides Ye Motian in Shiwan Dashan, could there be another person who could save him
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