Black was originally the most common color for Qin people. Black clothes and armor, including the standard long swords used by the army, were all black.
However, the black of this black-shirted boy is different, extraordinarily deep, exuding an unimaginable dead air.
Even for Xu Fu, the appearance of this boy in black was very abrupt.
He seemed to suddenly appear in everyone's sight just like that, and then the black death energy on his body slid down the corner of his clothes like running water and flowed out along the ground.
Not only Xu Fu, but all practitioners in the barracks knew who this boy in black was.
In the whole world, among all the cultivators who practice Yin Gods and Ghosts, only Yan Ying's disciple can be so young and so powerful.
It's just that even Xu Fu didn't understand what it meant for this black-shirted boy to appear like this.
"Do you think he can deal with the sword array alone?"
He frowned deeply, and asked Tantai Guanjian: "Using such a practitioner of similar age to deal with the entire sword formation, is this what you want me to see?"
Tantai Guanjian looked at him quietly, and asked back: "Why not?"
Xu Fu was a little angry.
Many old people in Changling are very self-cultivated, both he and Mo Shoucheng are like this.
He didn't understand why he was a little angry, but he was inexplicably angry.
"It's just because my sword formation is full of children, so it's not right for Bashan Sword Field to deal with it, or not to deal with it." He couldn't help sneering, "If Bashan Sword Field kills these children, then pass it out and kill them." So many children are always unpleasant. If you don’t kill them, the sword array is powerful and invincible in the battle array, which is enough to be the key to victory in the battle. But Ding Ning and Lin Zhuojiu thought that as long as they use a young boy who is also young There is no such problem for practitioners to deal with this sword formation? Just a practitioner is enough to deal with my sword formation?"
Tantai Guanjian could well understand the old man's emotions at this time.
This sword formation not only consumed the precious ten years of the old man, but also consumed the precious cultivation resources of the entire Great Qin Dynasty in the past ten years.
These ten-year-old children were originally selected cultivation geniuses from various places.
No matter how talented Yan Ying's disciples are, even if they get the wealth left by Yan Ying, even if they are personally taught by Ding Ning and others, can they compare with the gifts of the entire dynasty
What's more, he is only one person.
"I understand why you're angry."
A practitioner of Tantai Guanjian's level doesn't need to hide his inner feelings at all. He looked at Xu Fu and shook his head calmly, "But things are never as simple as you think, and what you said is also yours. What I think. Since Ding Ning wants you to come, he has his reasons."
Xu Fu took a deep breath.
He also woke up, in front of his juniors, he shouldn't lose his composure like this.
He shook his head, didn't want to say anything, just watched.
Not far away, Tongcheng was also disturbed by the dark clouds brought up by Tengjiao's arrival. There was a lot of smoke and dust in the city, and it seemed that some troops were also gathering quickly.
However, the area around the barracks became more and more quiet.
With the black air flowing from the body of the black-clothed boy Qian Tomb on the school field, even the slight sound of the insects disappeared.
But for some reason, as the world became quieter and quieter, when it was so quiet that even the sound of fallen leaves could be heard, the sound of a zither came from nowhere.
The sound of the piano is very low, if there is nothing, it seems to disappear at any time, without any fluctuations in vitality.
However, when he heard the sound of the piano, Xu Fu's expression changed suddenly.
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Dust suddenly rose on the school grounds.
Grains of sand and soil do not fly in all directions, but float straight up into the sky.
The black air that flowed from Qian Tomb's body before was like heavy water, flowing and overflowing on the ground, but now it is a trace of black air seeping from the hard mud, flying straight up.
The ground began to shake.
The entire barracks began to shake.
The horses in the barracks began to panic, and there were countless shouts of restraint.
At this moment, the air above the barracks was split into countless pieces by a dazzling sword light, and then turned into countless chaotic winds!
The boys and girls in the barracks had already sensed Qian Tomb's hostility, and also felt that Qian Tomb had made a move.
The ground of the school field cracked piece by piece, and then was pushed open by more black air, and turned upside down.
The flying sword flying above the barracks quickly responded to the vitality of the ghosts and ghosts. The flying sword brought out flashing sword paths, which were actually continuously gathering sunlight.
The entire barracks became brighter and brighter, so bright that it was dazzling, so bright that it was just a bright ball, and the flying sword inside could not be seen.
The blazing sun was originally the nemesis of the vitality of ghosts and ghosts, but Qian Mu didn't seem to be moved at all.
The black air on his arms became more and more intense, and his palms could not be seen. The two black air went deep into the ground. With the slight movement of his arms, the ground boiled instantly, and pieces of hard soil weighing more than a thousand catties went up like It soared up like a light and fluttering feather.
In an instant, a black mountain rose from the ground.
On the black mountain, there are countless tombstones, like a forest.
This is Qianmu Mountain, Yan Ying's natal object, and also Qianmu's natal object in this life.
Xu Fu's complexion changed drastically when the vague and non-existent sound of the zither sounded, and when the Thousand Tombs Mountain rose, Xu Fu's pupils shrank violently!
Thousand Tombs Mountain is not unfamiliar or mysterious to the world of practitioners.
However, the Qianmu Mountain at this time is very different from the Qianmu Mountain in previous records.
The moment the black shirt rose up, the black rocks and soil under the tombstones also instantly loosened.
Pieces of tombstones floated up like dirt on the school field at this time.
Below the tombstone, several figures appeared.
These figures are all dead things, and they all have that unique smell of decay and filth. For practitioners, they are like mildew spots on rotten food that they are least willing to touch.
But what makes people extremely palpitating is that the vitality fluctuations in these dead bodies are very powerful and terrifying.
The figure of Qian Tomb disappeared in the Montenegro.
Many "practitioners" exuding a decadent smell left Montenegro and headed for the military camp ahead.
A series of uncontrollable exclamations came from the barracks.
These voices are very childish.
Those extremely young practitioners who formed the barracks had never encountered such an enemy.
The vitality in these "practitioners" surged out, and the sound of countless giant mountains moving sounded in the sky.
Then came the storm.
The storm generated by the falling vitality of countless heaven and earth.
Xu Fu's face was very pale.
These "practitioners" are obviously dead things that have been refined into puppets, but they also obviously have the power of the seven realms.