Although the Nanhe Peninsula is large, there is no other highlands except Lancang Mountain. Therefore, in the Tianji Pavilion on the border of Wanhe, you can have a clear view of the confrontation between the ascending immortal weapon and the mandarin duck sword formation.
But they only knew that their upgraded fairy artifact "set off fireworks", and they didn't know exactly what happened. The spiritual consciousness of the monk who established the foundation could not scan that far, and he couldn't see the Zhenshan artifact wrapped in strong light and hurricane. At this time, Pang Jian, who was guarding the border, was completely blinded. He could only feel the violent spiritual energy colliding with the border inscriptions one after another. There is still so much energy on the border, what a mess!
Pang Jian was holding the reincarnated wood that lost its chain at a critical moment. It was recently sent to him by the General Administration of Enlightenment, saying it was safe and efficient, but it turned out to be dead right now. Pang Jian's bloodletting was useless, drawing amulets was useless, and using spiritual energy was useless... He even spit up after he couldn't bear it anymore.
Bah, he actually believes that Xi Shiyong is reliable!
Next to him was a silly half-immortal in blue who raised his head and exclaimed, "God...a miracle..."
Pang Jian slapped his subordinate on the back of the head: "What a dog!"
Who... or something, can make so many Ascension-level Immortal Artifacts fire at the same time
Either the late frost or the magic weapon of Lancang Mountain.
Nowadays, the guiding efficiency of the guiding spirit gold can reach 60% to 70% of the monk's meridian. Compared with the real fairy weapon and great power, there will still be a part of the loss of the spirit stone - not to mention that no matter how well prepared Lu Wu is, they are also driving the boat The one who went there didn't take Xuanyin Mountain with him, but the other party occupied the South Mine... which was the Lancang Lingshan back then.
Pang Jian quickly settled accounts in his heart, how much can Lu Wu withstand
The most important thing is that there are still so many mortals on the peninsula who have not withdrawn. Lu Wu is so desperate, why didn't Xi Shiyong stop him
Is he still... alive
Pang Jian broke out in a cold sweat, quickly pinched Feng Wentian and flew towards Xuanyin Mountain and the General Office of the Enlightened Division.
Xi Shiyong—Is Tai Sui dead? Wang Geluobao also wanted to know.
The movement of Shengling's fall is indeed comparable to a landslide, but compared with the current situation, I'm afraid it's not worth mentioning.
Wang Geluobao squinted his eyes, let alone approaching the peninsula, the spiritual wind rushed so hard that he could hardly stay where he was.
He knew that the genius at Yueyue Peak would try to make up for the "shortage of high-ranking monks". Besides, Nanwan was so big that even though the Ascension Immortal Artifact was strictly kept secret, it was impossible that no wind had leaked out.
But no one expected that the so-called "upgrading immortal weapon" appeared in such an amazing way.
Wang Geluobao's throat was a little dry, and his pupils hadn't recovered from the sharp contraction. Lu Wu fired the second wave of fire, and he suddenly let out a "huh".
Compared with the previous shocking shot, the power of the second wave of firepower seems to be much smaller, with a discount of about 20 to 30%. The response of the Yuanyang Sword Formation also verified his observation—this time, the Zhenshan Artifact that was almost blown into the sky just now remained motionless, and was even slightly pressed down.
Wang Geluobao immediately saw the key: Lingshi.
The mysterious magic weapons of the Wan people also need spirit stones, and the spirit stones they carry are far from enough compared to Lancang Mountain!
"Ha!" Wang Geluobao immediately sent letters to Kunlun, Yuchang, and even Sanyueshan and Lingyunshan - the latter had no contact information, so he flew directly to their nearest station with an unencrypted note, Guang And tell it.
"How can I be the only one to see such a spectacle? I have to invite fellow Taoists from all over the world to take a look. Xuanyin Mountain doesn't need the confidence of a monk above the foundation... Hiss, it's strange, why is this evil wind so strong?"
To the east of Nanhe Peninsula is the East China Sea, and to the west is the South China Sea. Among them, this side is connected to the two countries of Chu and Shu on the southern continent, and there are three islands of Nanshu on the sea. There are many lands sheltering from the wind and waves, and the sea is generally calmer than the empty East China Sea.
However, at this moment, a southeast wind blew up from nowhere in the East China Sea, and it rushed over with the spirit wind from the peninsula. The protective spells added hadn't been dispersed, and I don't know how many people became dead souls at sea.
Even Xinglong couldn't handle the huge waves, wrapping Wang Geluobao and rolling westward.
Wang Geluobao's leisurely smile was slightly restrained, his inspiration moved slightly, and he suddenly felt like he was about to lose control.
The one who was blown around by the wind was Xi Ping, who was dying.
There is no body in the world that can carry two cicada slough swords in such a short period of time—even if it is discounted.
Xi Ping's skin was completely shattered, almost as if he had been crushed to the bottom of the sea without crossing the sea.
Fortunately, there is no "master ancestor" here to trick his spiritual consciousness into the star stone. Fortunately, he was smashed by himself, not by the Yuanyang Sword Formation. His sword gave Wei Chengxiang time to react, and the promoted immortal weapon of the half-immortals just blocked the pursuit of the mandarin duck sword formation for him, and preserved the most critical spiritual consciousness for him.
But the terrible thing was that his spiritual sense couldn't condense new bones immediately.
Even if there are hidden bones, the consciousness is very fragile. Without a body and a reincarnated wood similar to the body, the monk's consciousness is like a ghost in folklore, and farting is tasteless. This time, he was broken so cleanly that he had experienced the feeling of being "broken and clean" in advance with his cultivation level... Even if he was struck by lightning in Sanyue Mountain back then, there was still half of his scorched body to hold him back !
He felt that he had turned into a cloud of gas, and was dizzy from the scattered perspectives. He even had a strange thought in his mind: If he flew to the sky again, he might encounter cold with the water vapor and turn into clouds, turning into a heavy rain , "tears" in the South China Sea
Good guy, he is more poetic than Anle Township, where thousands of red and colorful flowers were buried in the southern suburbs of Jinping!
Xi Ping, who was so "poetic" that he was delirious, was swept up on the surface of the sea, just in time to hit a sea hurricane, which rolled his hard-to-condense spiritual consciousness into a roll. Yin Gu immediately seized the opportunity to reshape his body with spiritual energy. Just when he had a rough outline, the hurricane hit the island and reefs, and Xi Ping was shattered again—this is really "resurrection" in the literal sense, Xi Ping in a trance Shocked, woke up from the pain.
The fire fired by Lu Wu's third wave of ascending fairy weapons soared into the sky and exploded in his ears.
Xi Ping is Lu Wu's president, so how can he not know the details of his family, and at a glance, he knows that Lu Wu's spirit stone is unsustainable.
He took advantage of the strong wind blowing him to the South China Sea when everyone was stunned by the ascending immortal weapon, and he made a decisive decision and threw himself into the "fog of life and death" on the sea: there was no time for him to slow down. Slowly growing up, if there is anyone here who can fight the Yuanyang Sword Formation, only the Sword Servant!
As soon as his ethereal consciousness fell into the weird fog, Xi Ping felt countless noises ringing in his ears. His consciousness seems to have become a bend of water again, wishing that all the water ghosts who died in the vicinity would be splashing in it since Pangu opened up the world.
However, Xi Ping breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that "friends between life and death" meant this, so he was relieved.
He is different from others, he can't find himself when his spiritual consciousness flies around, Xi Ping is too experienced - when his real body was trapped without crossing the sea, his weak spiritual consciousness wandering outside did not know how many living and dead people wandered off. At this time, countless distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, but under his concentration, he could easily distinguish which were his thoughts and which were foreign.
He seemed to be transformed into a canal, ignoring the mud, sand and debris rolled up in the water, and went down the river on his own, and soon found the sword servant.
Xi Ping has never been so grateful for the conspicuous tallness of the sword servant!
"Senior, wake up!" Xi Ping's spiritual consciousness tightened, and the spiritual energy in the Queen Mother of the West's secret realm condensed a finger bone, and suddenly poked at the eyebrow of the servant.
The space between the eyebrows is where the altar is, and it is the most sensitive, so it is reasonable for her to wake up!
Unexpectedly, Xi Ping underestimated the copper-skinned iron bones of the cicada's semi-duppet body, and the fragile finger bones that could not condense aura could not arouse the vigilance of "Wan Shuang", and the sword servant stood there unconsciously, letting him poke, Xi Ping's regrowth finger was broken!
Xi Ping: "..."
"Boom", another sound, Lu Wu opened fire in the fourth wave.
The voice was obviously weaker. Xi Ping glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and saw that only the foundation-level upgrade fairy artifacts fired in this wave, and he knew that those big guys who had ascended the spirit rank might have exhausted the spirit stones on Lu Wu's boat. .
Even if the Ascension Stage can last, under the Zhenshan Divine Artifact, the Foundation Establishment is nothing, and the mandarin duck sword formation is facing the chaotic Ascending Immortal Artifact, like a catastrophe, pressing down on the daring and disrespectful ants on the Nankai Peninsula.
In desperation, Xi Ping's severed finger condensed a weak aura and used the power of the wild. He managed to use his stump to drag out Yu Chang's copy of the authenticity book, and used the lowest supernatural power copied from it - a discounted version of innuendo, to sneak into the huge shadow of the sword servant.
Innuendo, either the caster's real body hides in other people's shadows, or the innuendo talisman is activated remotely, even Yu Chang himself has never tried this method. After all, apart from Xi Ping, other people's spiritual consciousness is basically not far from death.
At the same time, although the shadows are one for each person, they overlap on the ground and the sea, and there are more than one shadows under the feet of the Sword Servant.
This is still the border between life and death.
A special place, a special technique, and a special spiritual consciousness came together. Xi Ping's vision blurred, and his perspective changed miraculously: he saw a tall and tall strange man with a blind wolf and a blind wolf wrapped around his waist. The soft sword that Wang resembles, the man is leading a translucent sword servant behind him.
Xi Ping's spirit was shaken. He could find the people whose consciousness was glued to the other side of Wangchuan River, and he could also see what they were going through from the perspective of a bystander.
The sword servant seemed to be in a daze, following the man's astonished eyes like a shadow, following the man's astonished eyes - Xi Ping raised his eyes after her, just in time to see a man exploding his true energy and using his Dao heart to charge into the mandarin duck sword formation.
Xi Ping didn't think about which period of history this was. If he had eyes, he would definitely rub it with the hand that was struggling to grow his wrist bones: he saw another translucent person stuck to the Dao Heart that hit the mandarin duck sword formation. , Yao Qi!
Then, like a poke, Brother Ziming stuck it on the hilt of the main sword of the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation!
The position where the sword servant fell into the mist was just not far from Yao Qi, and the shadows of the two of them probably overlapped.
Relying on the ability of his spiritual sense to spread and transform, Xi Ping chased Yao Qi and flew out. The scattered spiritual sense condensed into another hand, and a string that melted into the void jumped out from under the bone, and plucked sharply in Yao Qi's ear. sound.
Yao Qi originally kept a sliver of clarity because of his poor foreign language, but he was awakened by the sound of the piano.
Xi Ping heard Yao Qi, who was face down on the hilt of his sword, say in surprise, "Shiyong!"
There were a few extra strings in the bone's hand, and Xi Ping dialed out the honeyed tone: What's the matter
Yao Qi: "I don't know, I seem to be attached to the head of Lancang!"
Back then, the head of the sect used his Dao heart to collide with the Yuanyang sword array, and it was inlaid on the hilt of the main sword, and it is very likely that it has not been broken until now!
But at this moment, the news of the promotion of the fairy weapon exploded across the north and south continents like thunder. The high priest of Kunlun suddenly changed his face, and the head of the sect pondered for a moment: "Call the third elder, and lead someone to follow me south."
On Sanyue Mountain, the silver moon wheel that was originally hovering between several main peaks suddenly sank to the east. Nine Dragons on Lingyun Mountain were restless, and the battered Yu Chang suddenly looked across the sea to Nanhe Peninsula.
On the border of Wanhe, a ray of light flew out from the Mingyueshuang tree in the courtyard of the Tianji Pavilion Branch, so fast that even the Karma Beast on the wall had no time to blink, and the man had already landed at the gate of the courtyard—Zhi Xiu took a step from his own Companion Muli stepped forward.