There are too many dead souls in this ghost place.
After the mist of rebirth diffused from the body of the big fish, Chang Jun, who jumped into the sea at that time, bore the brunt of the mist and became the first person to be engulfed by the mist.
Not far away, Yao Qi saw countless phantoms appearing on his body in an instant. There are traffickers and pawns, and there are low-level monks in distress. Most of them are ants who fled in the war two hundred years ago and died halfway because of something. Those terrified or dazed faces were reflected on Chang Jun's face one by one like a revolving lantern, and they were simply the legendary "ghost upper body"!
Yao Qi was one step behind him, still clinging to the edge of the secret realm. At first, he instinctively wanted to jump ashore and run. He looked at Chang Jun, whose spiritual consciousness was entangled with the dead, in disbelief. Voice: "Help, save..."
Then something seemed to tug at his feet, and Chang Jun suddenly sank into the sea.
When Yao Qi came to his senses, he had already rushed forward and grabbed the arm of his classmate friend, but he didn't get it back, but was carried into the sea with him. The sound of water flowed in his ears, and a phantom passed through Yao Qi's body. He was in a trance for a moment, only to feel that he suddenly felt as if he had eaten fat. He then got down on one knee again.
Yao Qi heard a series of hurried Nanhe words coming out of his mouth. He was soaked in the mist of living salamanders, and he was confused. Because speaking Nanhe words was really difficult, he accidentally bit his tongue and miraculously woke up. come over.
"I was also possessed by a ghost!" He thought in horror, "Hong Zheng! Shiyong! You are all..."
At this time, he heard clearly the ghost's words of "getting on his own body": "... Lancang has fallen to the present situation. It is my fault. I will never die, but the people are innocent. Lingshan no longer recognizes me as the head , the mandarin duck sword array is out of control, if it is indulged in a battle with experts from all over the world, there will be no way for the people on the peninsula to survive... Fellow Daoist, please!"
Yao Qi was taken aback.
Is this the head of Lancang
Hearing this meaning, Shi Yong guessed right, when Yuanyang Sword Formation and Zhenshan Great Formation dissipated, it was their masters who did it themselves!
Following the line of sight of the sinners of the past two hundred years, Yao Qi raised his head and saw a taller man with a typical appearance of the Northern Li people, but with a very special soft sword wrapped around his waist.
As soon as Wu Lingxiao, the sword servant, fell into the mist of life and death of the living salamander, she realized that her consciousness was intruded by the mist. She seemed to be attached to someone, and many thoughts that did not belong to her came up in her heart.
The will of the best sword in the world is not so easy to be taken away, Wu Lingxiao couldn't figure out what was weird in the fog, so he didn't move rashly, he clasped Wan Shuang tightly in his hand, and suddenly felt something wrong with his hand. When she lowered her head, she was shocked to see that Wanshuang had turned into a very familiar soft sword.
Master...
Immediately afterwards, a man with disheveled hair knelt in front of her on one knee: "Fellow Daoist, please!"
Wu Lingxiao was stunned for a moment and recognized that it was Lancang's head.
During the battle of Wanhe, she had just moved to Disciple Hall, and had roughly heard about Nanhe. It is said that this matter was originally under her master's control, but unexpectedly, something went wrong in the Beijue formation, and she was replaced by the third elder who went south urgently.
Didn't it mean that Master didn't have time to rush to Nanhe
Why did he actually talk to the head of the Lancang main peak
At this moment, she saw that the Lancang Mountain Formation was in turmoil, and the head's eyes were bleeding: "The Zhenshan Formation is broken, fellow Taoist, I can hardly suppress the Yuanyang Sword Formation. You seal the North Plain for the North and South Continents!" Shuofeng has been around for hundreds of years, I have heard that 'Xinjian' is a man... "
This is the time when the masters of the four countries besieged Lancang Mountain.
Wu Lingxiao realized: That's right, her master has been repairing the Beijue Formation all the year round, and is extremely proficient in formations, so she must have reached the main peak of Lancang before the others.
But... why did Kunlun hide this history? The Four Kingdoms besieged Lancang Mountain, and gang-beating an old lunatic who went mad has no face. Is the third elder worthy of taking credit for this
Before Lancang's head finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation loomed in mid-air.
"Friend Heart Sword!"
In the fog of death, Wu Lingxiao followed the second elder of Kunlun Heart Sword and turned his sword at that moment, and joined forces with Lancang's head to meet the mandarin duck sword formation. Even with her current cultivation level, she still feels thrilled. The sword of her heart pierced through the robbery cloud on Lancang Mountain. When her master was at its peak, she was able to use the cicada's cultivation level to hold back the mountain artifact on the spiritual mountain of another country, and turned her head to ask Lancang's head: "Hey, this is a moon-full-level fairy artifact, are you going to..."
Through the eyes of the Second Elder back then, Wu Lingxiao was stunned together with her master. I saw the old lunatic who was the leader of Lancang tear open his own inner mansion under the Zhenshan magic weapon: "Thank you, get out of the way."
The self-exploding cicada sloughed off the sword light of the Zhenshan artifact, and Wu Lingxiao saw for a moment that a polyprism-like thing flew out from the cracked brow of the sect master Lancang, and hit the Yuanyang sword array.
The leader of Lancang sealed the Zhenshan Artifact with his Dao Heart that had been eroded by the demon species!
Unfortunately, Yao Qi, who was attached to the head of Lancang back then, had a bad luck. He only felt that he was flattened and embedded in the mandarin duck sword formation.
Now out of the mist—
Xi Ping has never been a person who is easy to concentrate, but when the mandarin duck sword formation fell, all distracting thoughts in his mind suddenly disappeared, and everything around him slowed down.
The spiritual wind on Lancang Mountain suddenly had a direction, and the simple equipment and magic circles in the mining areas of various countries were blown by the strong wind and wiped out. Rows of inscriptions suddenly appeared on the ground, and they spread like water waves—that was the Zhenshan formation that had been lost for many years in Lancang Lingshan, and it appeared together with the mandarin duck sword formation!
When the inscription was opened, Xi Ping didn't care about where the sword servant was rolled up. He didn't think about Qiu Sha, who was wiped out after a face-to-face encounter with Yinyuelun. Taking pains to deal with himself... He didn't even have time to estimate how much the meridian that was shattered by Zhao Ting had grown back.
Under the sword light of the Yuanyang Sword Formation that almost illuminated the Nanhe Peninsula, Xi Ping saw people looking up at the sky hastily.
Beili's envoy stationed in the mine, Lu Wu, folk monks, mortals, and disorderly people trying to survive in the cracks.
Countless people.
He has nowhere to retreat and cannot die.
With a sound of "Kala", Xi Ping's dislocated spine returned to its original position, propping up his skin riddled with holes.
Zhaoting...
The insignificant part of the jaw was always repaired last, and Xi Ping hadn't taken care of repairing it, so he was speechless, and just stretched out his hand to the Butian Sword that had fallen not far away.
The fragments on the altar and the sword body matched each other, and at that moment, Zhao Ting, the cicada-sloughing sword that he found difficult to pick up, responded to his thoughts and flew straight into the palm of his hand with only three fingers left. .
Xi Ping didn't even pay attention to his master's voice when he said something in the fragment of the courtyard in the altar.
When the master passed on the sword back then, he once teased: it is too tiring to protect the rebellious disciples, and he dare not show his air for the master. If there is a little movement, the unsatisfactory things will have to look around.
Xi Ping has always been dissatisfied—his inspiration is mainly attached to hearing, and he is not deaf, so how can he not hear when there is movement.
Now, he finally understands the meaning of "turning a deaf ear" and "forgetting both things and myself".
The sword light was blazing, and Zhi Xiu's second sword stored in his meridians flew out from a pair of hands with half-fingered fingers, and met the Yuanyang Sword Formation head-on.
The Butian Sword was discounted in his hands. Fortunately, the Yuanyang Sword Formation was also sealed by the head of Lancang for two hundred years. Now there is no master cicada to take the lead, and it looks old and dull.
The mist of the living salamander was blown away by the sword wind, and Yang Wan swayed in the South China Sea, her eyes were clear for a moment, and she saw Mr. Guang'an at a glance, bleeding from her seven orifices.
The mandarin duck sword formation froze instantly.
But at the same time, Xi Ping was also like a sandcastle on the beach in the wind and rain. He struck out two cicada swords one after another, and his whole body was almost turned into ashes in the light of the swords.
Wang Geluobao rubbed his animal control flute slowly, trying the sound up and down.
When Qiu Sha saw the silver moon wheel, he died in a daze. In the South China Sea, everyone ran away when they saw the Nine Dragon Cauldron. This is the first Shengling who dared to point his sword at the magical artifact in history.
That's admirable, but it didn't work.
The sword servant was trapped, and there was no accompanying wood on the entire Nanhe Peninsula, even if Zhi Xiu rushed to the border of Wanhe immediately, he would not have time to collect his disciple's body.
A gnat may shake a tree with the same courage.
At this time, Yang Wan seemed to be trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up, trapped in the altar, unable to control her every move.
Guang'an Jun's body was hanging in the depths of her pupils, she stared at the motionless man, a faint line of consciousness struggled crazily on the altar, and the Dao Heart on the altar was torn apart by herself.
no, i am...
I'm…
The next moment, Lancang Lingshan's inviolable consciousness still overwhelmed her, and Yang Wan's spiritual consciousness let out an extremely shrill scream.
The stagnant mandarin duck sword array once again roared and condensed the sword light. Xi Ping, who could no longer feel his body, had no time to put himself together again, and used the third sword.
But at this moment, three meteor-like cannonballs flew into the sky and collided rightfully into the Yuanyang Sword Formation.
Wang Geluobao suddenly raised his head: Ascension to the Spirit Rank!
what happened
Apart from Tai Sui, it is impossible for there to be another Ascension Spirit on the Nanhe Peninsula!
Wei Chengxiang fell from mid-air, kneeling out of a deep pit.
She was only a half-immortal, and she couldn't move at all under the Yuanyang Sword Formation until Xi Ping blocked the Yuanyang Sword Formation with Zhi Xiu's sword.
Xi Ping brought three swords from Feiqiong Peak, the first two swords were both for defense and protection, and his second sword gave all the people on the ground who were frozen under the light of the sword a little room to breathe.
Taking advantage of that moment, Wei Chengxiang saw the mandarin duck sword array.
At this time, the Reincarnation Wood communication was cut off, and Xi Ping didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Be it Lu Wu or Bai Chaomin, she couldn't get in touch with any of them.
However, who can survive in the chaotic land, who will not cry without seeing the coffin
In the blink of an eye, Wei Chengxiang took out from the mustard seed the immortal artifact that Xi Ping gave her to save her life—a four-foot-long cannon, which contained not cannons, but three spells for ascending to the spiritual rank.
Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Wei Cheng emptied the barrel of the cannon in one go.
Wang Geluobao ordered Xinglongyou to walk a little further, and frowned: "Resist in the corner."
Although Zhao Ting is discounted in Xi Ping's hands, the sword is a cicada shedding sword. Even the cicada sloughing sword wind can't force back the mandarin duck sword array, so what about the upgraded fairy weapon that can only reach the ascending spirit rank at most
Those three artillery fires that could move mountains and seas were only enough to make Yuanyang Sword Formation swing.
The sword array paused slightly, the sword light became more and more intense, Wei Chengxiang almost had the illusion that he was stabbed blind.
"It's over," she thought, "it's useless."
But then, before she could despair, an earth-shattering roar resounded through the canal.
Wei Cheng's earth-shattering three cannonballs failed to hurt a single hair of the Yuanyang Sword Formation, but it was like a signal.
On the steamship and on land, Lu Wu took out all the immortal weapons for upgrading with him!
They brought a total of ten Spirit Ascension Stages, and one Foundation Establishment Stage.
Under the circumstances that we couldn't contact each other, Lu and we had a tacit understanding and fired at the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation almost at the same time.
A strong light exploded from the Nanhe Peninsula, sending the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation into the air.
The spiritual wind on the Nanhe Peninsula was like a blade, and it was swept into the sea, stirring up countless large and small eddies.
The Eternal Flame has not seen the sun for 800 years, and the Dao Lingjin appeared for the first time, and the man-made utensils blatantly confronted the Zhenshan artifact.
Except Wanren, the whole world was shocked.